The Bright Lights Of The ER

The emergency room doors slid open, and within seconds a nurse met him with a gurney.

“How old is she?”

“Three,” Rowan answered. “High fever, barely responsive, she hasn’t been eating, and I think they’ve been alone too long.”

The nurse’s expression sharpened at once, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking her back now.”

Another nurse crouched near Micah. “Hey there, sweetheart, do you want to stay with your dad while we help your sister?”

Micah grabbed Rowan’s pant leg and nodded without speaking.

Rowan knelt, even as orderlies wheeled Elsie away. “They’re taking care of her. I’m not going anywhere.”