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thoughts were interrupted by a light tap at the door.
    My thoughts were interrupted by a light tap at the door. I turned and saw a doctor walking in. He was a tall slender man in his early sixties who wore glasses with circular lenses and looked like he was an ex hippy. He smiled and pulled up a stool.
    “I’m Doctor Johnson, and I’ve been treating Brad.”
    “How is he?”
    “He’s…” A long pause.
    “ What ?”
    He sighed, “His shoulder is going to need surgery, which we’re doing tonight. It’s going to be a long road to recovery including lots of regular rehabilitation, but we’re confident that we’ll get him back to ninety percent. It could have been a lot worse,” He twirled a pen thoughtfully around his chin and stared off into nothingness, “The man could’ve aimed a little lower and, well… We both know how that would’ve turned out. Nonetheless, Brad is thankfully doing very well. He’s sedated, so he doesn’t know what’s even going on. The surgery should last two hours and after that he’ll be in a cast for about a month to restrict movement. The bullet shattered bits of his bone.”
    “Why couldn’t you have just said he’s okay to begin with?” I asked angrily, “Why do doctors always seem to try and build up tension? I could’ve had a heart attack.”
    Doctor Johnson grinned, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I should’ve begun my speech by telling you simply ‘ he’s fine ’, which he is. You’re very, very lucky, Courtney. The both of you.”
    “When can I see him?”
    “You can come right now, if you wish. I’d recommend afterwards that you go home and get a full night’s rest. I understand you and Brad are staying together at a beach house he owns?”
    “Yes.”
    “In regards to safety, I’m not sure what the situation is. But I can assure you that police will most likely be camped out in the driveway and surrounding areas. From what I’ve heard, the man who shot Brad is on the run.”
    “The bastard.” I grimaced.
    “Indeed. Well, anyway,” He muttered nonchalantly and flipped the pen into his pocket, “Follow me, ma’am.”
    We walked a long hallway with fluorescent hospital lights beaming down on us. I felt slightly dizzy, but I don’t think it was any kind of physical ailment other than perhaps the remnants of pain shooting down my chin from my lower lip. The doctor stopped in front of a large door and held his arm out. I stepped inside and caught a brief glimpse of Brad on a hospital bed, unconscious and totally doped up. His shirt was off and I saw two technicians hovered over his body, inspecting his wound. Doctor Johnson smiled grimly and awkwardly, and gestured for me to step aside.
    “I know it looks bad,” He rasped, “And it is bad. What that man did is atrocious. But Brad is going to be alright. Thank heavens it was just the shoulder.”
    “Please make him better. Will he be awake in the morning?”
    “He’ll be awake tonight, after the anesthesia wears off, although I’m not sure it would be the best idea to come talk to him.”
    “Why not? I have to, doctor.”
    “Fine,” He pursed his lips and nodded his head, “If you’ll wait in the waiting room I’ll come inform you when the surgery is over.”
    “Thank you, doctor.” I said slowly, and turned to shuffle down the hallway. I felt drunk with shock, the floor tiles blurring slightly as the light shone down on my shuffling feet. I reached up to feel my swollen lip and then took a quick glance back and saw Doctor Johnson walking into the hospital room that held Brad. I wondered how much Brad knew about what had happened. I wondered how he felt riding in the back of the ambulance on a stretcher until he arrived at the hospital and was put under for the surgery. I hoped he knew that I was okay. I hoped he wasn’t as much of an emotional wreck as I’d been, when I was in the dark about his status, not even knowing if he was dead or alive. Thank goodness for the paramedic who’d