Copyright © 2007 Jamie Hill
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While doctors examined Joss at the hospital, Jake filled out the obligatory forms. Embarrassed, he realized how little he knew about her. He paced the halls for an hour, sipped coffee, and prayed to a God that hadn't heard much from him recently.
Finally, a doctor in scrubs entered the waiting room. "Jocelyn Wheeler?"
"Yes." Jake sprang from his chair.
"You family?"
He hesitated. "I'm her, uh, boyfriend."
The doctor glanced around. "No family here?"
Jake set his jaw. "I'm also a police detective, and she's a witness in a case we're working. You can tell me her condition."
The doctor frowned.
"I could make a phone call. Wake up a judge and get him to sign a court order. They're pretty friendly when we wake them in the middle of the night."
"I couldn't care less about your threats, Detective. But if you're close to the woman—"
He sighed. "I am. I'm sorry, Doc. It's been a long night. I'm extremely worried about her."
The doctor's face softened. "She's unresponsive. Her vitals are stable; we're not too concerned there. But it's why she's unconscious that's a mystery. We're running some tests to find out."
"She was drugged," Jake said without thinking.