Reaper's Salvation (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 3)

Mumbling to herself about arrogant men, she found two empty seats in the waiting room. There were only a couple of people waiting to be seen.

Gavin carried the clipboard over to her, and Ginny answered the questions as Gavin filled out the paperwork. They were finishing when Knox came in, carrying her purse and another clipboard. Taking a seat next to Gavin, Knox handed Ginny her purse. “I need to get a statement about what happened.”

Reaching into her purse for her insurance card, she handed it to Gavin. Jolting down the information, he then carried the clipboard back to the desk before returning.

Gavin wrote out a statement for her, describing what had taken place, when her name was called. As she stood, Gavin started to as well. “Stay and finish your statement. They’re not going to let you in the X-ray room,” she told him.

“I’ll find you when I’m done,” he agreed.

“No one is allowed back with the patients,” the nurse interjected. “I’ll keep you appraised of your wife’s status.”

Ginny gave Gavin a dirty look for telling the nurse that they were married, before she followed the nurse through a side door.

Escorted into a small curtained-off room with a hospital bed, the nurse nodded toward a hospital gown that was laying on the bedside table. “Go ahead and change into the gown. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.”

Ginny one-handedly managed to remove her clothes, and just as she sat on the bed the doctor came through the curtain.

“Mrs. James. I’m Dr. Griffin.”

“Ms. Bellamy,” Ginny corrected the female doctor coming to her side.

The doctor looked down at her clipboard in confusion. “Excuse me. I must have the wrong room. Let me check—”

“You have the right room but wrong last name,” Ginny verified. “My boyfriend filled out my paperwork. I’m afraid he put the cart before the horse. I’m sorry for the confusion.”

The attractive doctor maintained her professional behavior, yet Ginny could see curiosity glinting in her eyes. Placing the clipboard on the bedside table, the doctor began examining her arm. “Your chart shows your arm was hurt. How did the injury occur?”

“My arm was twisted behind my back when he fell, and I landed on top of him with my arm under me,” Ginny explained.

“Was the one who hurt you the same one who listed your name wrong?” The doctor’s tone grew serious. “I can put you in touch with a someone who can help if you’re in danger from your partner.”

“Gavin would never hurt me. If anything, he’s overprotective. If you can recommend someone to help me with that problem, that would be useful.”

The doctor’s professionalism broke as she laughed.

Ginny had taken an immediate liking to the doctor. She had the same gentle, caring attitude that Willa had. She placed her at Winter’s age, yet the woman didn’t look like either woman. The doctor was barely over five feet, Ginny guessed, with her brown hair pulled back. The most prominent feature on her face were the large glasses she wore.

“Then who hurt your arm?”

“A car thief.” Ginny left out the intent behind the crime. “He was trying to steal a friend’s car.”

“This happened in Treepoint?”

“A few miles from here.”

“First one I’ve heard about here since I’ve been here. Nothing goes on here other than the deputy who’s made it his life’s mission to catch every speeder in town, and one of the nurses told me there is a motorcycle club, but I haven’t seen anyone I would consider a biker in the two weeks I’ve been here. My brother used to ride a motorcycle. I’ll have to ask if he still does.”

“Oh … they’re around.” Ginny hid her amusement. “You’ll probably run into one of them sooner or later.”

The doctor picked up her clipboard. “We’ll have to get an X-ray of your arm. I’ll come back when I receive the results. Is there any chance you are pregnant?”

“No. I thought it may be possible, but I got my period this morning.”

“I’ll order a pregnancy test, just to be certain, before you go to X-ray. Many women experience a light period during the early stages of their pregnancies.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll send the nurse in with the test.”

“Thanks.”

“It was nice meeting you, Ginny. We’ll have you on your way soon. Have you made a report to the sheriff’s office about your injury and attempted car theft?”

“My boyfriend is making the report to the sheriff in the waiting room.”

“Good. I hope the carjacker didn’t get away?”

“No, he didn’t. The deputy you were talking about took care of him.”

“That’s good to know. Greer caught him?”

“Yes.”

“He’s given me three tickets. I’m sad to say I underestimated his ability. I thought he was just being a pain to fill his quota.”

Ginny couldn’t let the doctor leave without giving her the full truth. Treepoint was a small town. It was only a matter of time before someone told the doctor about him.