Page 40 of Blackmail of a Billionaire

The doctor offered Julia a confused glance. “Ah, I’d better handle that. Sierra?”

Finally, a siren screamed toward them. “Oh, good, here they come now. Now, I won’t have to sue you!” She tugged the phone from her ear and jabbed at the display before she faced Julia.

“Sierra, I’m fine.”

“We don’t know that. He nearly ran you over.”

The ambulance came to a screeching halt, and two paramedics descended on her. The doctor passed along a slew of medical information about Julia to them as they assessed her.

“Elevated pulse, tenderness in wrist, scrapes, bruises, says she did not hit her head, but I’d double check that.”

A penlight blinded her as the cold stethoscope pressed against her arm.

“Is she going to be okay?” Sierra demanded of them.

The doctor stood, patting her on the shoulder. “She’ll be fine. Just a few minor injuries.”

“But she had a concussion not long ago. What if she hit her head again?”

Julia winced as the paramedic tested her wrist, her gaze falling on Sierra. Did she detect a note of genuine concern in the woman’s voice?

“We’ll be sure to check that,” the doctor said. “Where are you taking her?”

“St. Mary’s,” the paramedic answered as they loaded her onto a stretcher.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to–“ She gave up as no one listened.

“What a coincidence,” the doctor said with a smile. “That’s where I work.”

“You want to ride along, doc?”

“Sure,” he answered as they loaded her into the back of the ambulance.

Sierra climbed aboard with her. “I’m going, too.”

The doors slammed shut and within seconds, the siren screamed as they raced toward the hospital.

“Any dizziness? Blurred vision?” the doctor asked as they raced through the streets.

“No, none.”

“And you said she had a concussion recently?”

Sierra bobbed her head up and down. “Yes. She got hit really hard, and she had a severe concussion. She had to stay in bed for like two days.”

Julia caught the edge of panic in her voice. She grabbed her hand, and Sierra’s eyes went wide. “What is it? Are you sick?”

“No, Sierra. I’m fine. It’s okay.”

Sierra flicked her gaze down to their clasped hands. “We’ll see what the hospital says.”

“We’ll take extra precautions and order a few more tests,” the doctor said, giving her a nod.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Something fleeting, but unshakable in his voice reminded her of someone, but her splitting head didn’t allow her to assess it further.

Instead, she shook her head. “I really don’t need any extra tests. I’m fine. A few scrapes and bruises, that’s it. I didn’t hit my head.”

“That you can recall, and I would like to get a better look at that wrist that seems to be extremely sensitive.”

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