“Matt, are you ok? What happened?” I clutched at Matt’s hand, the one which wasn’t hooked up to a million wires.
“I’m fine,” Matt said, his words slurred. “Bitch hit me with something, then Digger came to finish the job. Told me he had you. I was scared.” I was touched that he’d thought of me during his ordeal. I knew we were linked on a deeper level.
“Scarlett, he has to go the hospital. I’ll fill you in on the way,” Martinez said, patting me on the back. Even though I didn’t want to let Matt go, I knew it was for his own good. At least Martinez realized that I had to be with Matt in his time of need.
“I want to ride in the ambulance,” I said, my voice firm. To his credit, Martinez merely nodded. A thought struck me. “Is he going to need surgery?” Stupid question, really, with all that blood, but I had to ask. Martinez nodded again.
“Daily, we’re going to the hospital,” Martinez shouted out to Daily who nodded without making a smart comment. Maybe she and I could be friends some day, but I wasn’t holding my breath.
The EMT told me Matt had a concussion and needed to stay awake. That was all fine and dandy except that Matt wanted nothing more than to sleep. He also wanted to know if the cops had gotten Danny back and who was watching him. It struck me that Brenda and Digger must have left Danny by himself for long stretches of time, and that pissed me off even more. I wished I’d been able to kick Jamie where he most deserved it, and I wished I could have slapped the shit out of Brenda. How could they do that to a poor, defenseless boy who’d never done anything to them? I also wanted to kick Kayla for her part in all this, but that would mean finding her first.