Dakota’s mouth presses into a firm line. “No. Tell them what you’d tell me.” Tears in her eyes, she looks up at Davis. “Fallon would want that.” Dr. Joy nods. “Fallon’s out of surgery and stable. We managed to stop the internal bleeding.” Charlie sighs to the ceiling. “Thank Christ.” We listen as the doctor goes over a long list of Fallon’s injuries. Cracked ribs. Bruising. Splenectomy because of a ruptured spleen. Through it all, I feel numb, dead inside. I stare at him, my eyes starting to burn again. “What about her leg?” I rasp. “Well, as you know, she broke her femur. That’s the largest
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