Page 59 of Ronny

They are going straight to the compound, where the victims of the cults are located. There, we have social workers, and the police who are in our pockets will get the kids set up in a safe place.

When I get to the clubhouse, I see the blue and red flashing lights. Are the police at the club?

We all speed up at that, only to realize it’s not a police car—it’s a fucking ambulance.

My mom is crying, holding on to Elle and Adeline with her in the middle, while staring into the back of the ambulance.

What the fuck happened?

I slam my bike to a stop and I run over to my mom, my dad hot on my heels. “’What happened? Where is Olivia?” I ask them in a rush.

“She heard you were shot and then fainted right on the spot. Olivia hit her head on the floor,” Elle explains to me, and I rush over to the ambulance, almost falling on my ass when I see her lying there in the stretcher.

That is something I never want to see again, and fear strikes me hard. “What the fuck happened to my daughter?” Brian roars behind me, trying to push me out of the way so he can get to her.

I don’t budge, instead I take her hand, kissing the back of it. “Is she okay?” I ask the paramedics as they slam the doors shut after her dad makes his way in even though it is crowded, but I don’t blame him.

She looks pale, her chest rising and falling easily, and that reassures me she is going to be okay.

It’s fucking destroying me that she looks so lifeless right now, my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest with fear.

The ride to the hospital is way too bumpy for my liking, I have to bite my tongue with every pothole we hit.

I hold my finger over Olivia’s pulse, reassuring myself that she is okay.

“Fuck, why isn’t she waking up?” I ask the paramedic who is checking her vitals again.

He shrugs like a fucking doofus. “I don’t know, she might just be needing to rest or there can be brain damage or she could be brain dead.”

I see red when he says the words ‘brain dead.’ Rage hits me hard that he is so callously saying such a thing about my Olivia.

“What the fuck are you saying? You better think carefully about the next thing you say to me, or I will kill you.” I glare at him, gripping the edge of the stretcher and trying to stop myself from jumping him.

I watch him more closely and when he goes to touch her again, he backs away when he sees the look on my face, instead looking around for things in the drawers like he doesn’t actually know where anything is.

He goes to check her oxygen levels, but he fumbles with the pulse oximeter before resting it on the side of the bed.

I look at Brian to see if he is seeing this shit. I will be speaking to this guy’s boss, that is for fucking sure.

“Where did you go to school to be a paramedic?” I ask him, peering to the front to see who the person driving is, thinking maybe they can switch out if they’re more capable than this dweeb.

He jumps in front of my view of the driver, just as we hit another pothole, almost sending me off my seat.

Why don’t they have a collar on her neck in case she has a spinal or neck injury?

Brian moves to stand closer to her, and I have a really bad fucking feeling about all of this.

I can see the sweat beading on the paramedic’s forehead, and his eyes are twitching from side to side. He starts digging through the cabinets, then comes out with a huge-ass syringe. He uncaps it but I grab his hand before he can stab Olivia with it.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask him, my voice deathly calm.

He swallows hard. “I am the EMT here. I’m doing what’s best to help her,” he tries to argue, his voice stuttering, and I grab the syringe before throwing it on the floor and watching it roll under the seats.

“Just get us to the hospital and be more careful while driving,” I tell him and the driver who I haven’t seen yet.

My phone rings in my pocket and I grab it, answering without looking away from the EMT’s face. His clothes are swallowing him. He looks like he is sick the more I look at him, like he is on drugs or some shit.

His hands are trembling like he is going through withdrawals.

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