"Skylar Elstrom?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You're the emergency contact for Daniel Harbuckle?"

"Yes, ma'am. How is he? Is he going to make it?" Sky's throat closed up, looking at the serious eyes peering at him.

"He's going to make it. No fractures, just a compression injury, no bleed. Doesn't mean there won't be aftereffects for a few weeks though." Her pretty blue eyes stayed on his. "He's got a busted ankle, which we're going to fix up tomorrow, and his shoulder is going to take some work, another surgery in a week or so, but he's going to be fine barring unforeseen complications."

"Where is he? Can I see him?" His best friend was somewhere in the bowels of the hospital with no one to hold his hand. No one to let him know someone cared. He had to call the rest of the squad, where was his phone?

"Once you can walk over, he's on the other side of the ward. Private room, the network is taking care of the costs."

"We're both vets, the VA will kick in coverage too."

"I'll make note of it, you're lucky men. The driver didn't make it."

"Thanks, doc. When will they set my wrist?" He needed to keep her talking, maybe get her a little closer to see the name tag. Those eyes were amazing.

"The orthopedics team will be in to see you later. I'm the head of ER trauma." She pulled the mask she was wearing down, revealing a stubborn chin. "I'll tell the nurses you can visit Dan as soon as you're able." She turned on her heel and strode out pulling the door closed behind her.