“I am sorry, Ma’am,” The doctor slowly uncurled my fingers from his white coat. “He had received a message from Mr. Robinson earlier and left the hospital.”
The room started to spin. How could Jaxon have done this? I wanted to scream and the sound was clawing up my throat, but I pulled hard on my hair and forced myself to calm down even as the tears ran down my face. Enzo needed me. I had to be strong.
“Find Dr. Marcel!” I demanded again, my voice hoarse but laced with steel. “Tell him his patient, Enzo Robinson is in surgery. He needs to be here. Now!”
The doctor nodded and his expression slightly softened. “We’ll try our best, Mrs. Robsinson.”
With that, the doctor left and began barking instructions to the nurses. Dazed and trembling with the effort to remain in control, I began wandering down the hallway, dialing Jaxon’s number over and over again, but it kept saying unavailable, making my eyes water even harder.
Suddenly as I tripped over a syringe on the floor, a thought popped into my head, and with shaking hands, I gripped my phone and began scrolling through my contacts.
Finally! I found the number and I clicked the dial.