Jared
He stood just outside Wynta’s hospital room doorway. Both her roommates had been sent off for some likely unnecessary test to have the room vacant, so no one was about to see what was going on with her. The nurse had gone with one of the patients and her doctor had told her he’d see Wynta Morgan to the transfer vehicle.
It had taken some organizing and a full donation to the hospital of a portable CT scanner and a portable MRI machine, both things that could be used in the Emergency department of this very hospital, and he’d stood there with the hospital director, and she’d pointed out which ones she wanted donated as well.
Both of them were top of the line and cost a million dollars, and he’d had to let that woman check Cedar Rapid’s legitimacy as well, to make sure they weren’t
