Page 86 of Love and War

We reached another door, before she carefully opened it. A cool breeze hit me in the face, and I shivered from the cold.

“Go, he’s going to be back soon. Please go, I’ll be okay!” she rushed out, shoving me out. I tripped, nearly falling to the ground. Whipping my head back, she gave me a small smile before mouthing,“Go, run.”

“I’m coming back for you,” I muttered, unsure if she’d heard me. But if I made it out of here alive, I was coming back for her. I couldn’t leave her here with this monster.

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My blood sugar was getting low. My mouth was dry. I was hungry and cold. My body was shivering, and I was completely naked. But I couldn’t stop, I had to keep one foot in front of the other. I had to keep going, if not for myself, then for little bean. Who I tried not to think about too much, since I had no idea if they even survived. I couldn’t think about that right now.

I don’t know how long I walked for, sticks and rocks stabbing my feet as I stumbled forward. From the corner of my eye, I barely noticed a paved road. I had no idea where it led, it could go all the way back to where Zander is. But I couldn’t keep walking in the woods. My legs and feet were torn up. The pavement burned from the sun setting on it all day, but I forced myself to continue walking.

My lungs burned, the air trapped, as I noticed a car coming towards me. This could be Zander coming to finish me off. I couldn’t let him take me.

But before I had time to do anything, the car was slowly approaching me. Someone stepped out, and my knees connected with the pavement.

“Honey, get me the blanket!” someone yelled. I had no idea who was speaking, but something warm wrapped around my freezing body.

“The ambulance is two minutes out,” said a woman's voice. “It’s okay, dear, help is coming.”

I wanted to nod, but I couldn’t. Pain lanced though my body.

Time was moving differently. Suddenly I could hear the sirens, and then more voices. None I could make out.

“Ma’am do you have any conditions we should be aware of?”

Do I? I think I did. My hands rested on my stomach. Could they understand what I was trying to say?

“Are you pregnant ma’am?” someone else asked I think.

I tried nodding my head.

“Anything else?”

I needed to tell them I was type one diabetic. But words were not forming. Nothing was fucking working.

“Ty– Ty…” My voice was raw from screaming, and I could taste blood in my throat.

“What’s that?”

“Ty–One.” I barely opened my eyes, watching as they lifted me into the ambulance. “Diabetic.” I forced myself to say. My throat burned, it was raspy and raw.

“Alright, ma’am. We have an early twenties female, she’s type one diabetic, and pregnant…”

Her voice faded as everything went black.

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Killian

Ipacedaround,wallto wall. Waiting, the room felt too small. Salem and Zane rode with me to the hospital. Z followed closely behind, standing against the far wall watching the exits. Neither of them spoke, only watched me pace around. I felt like a fucking animal in a cage, waiting to be watched through the glass. I was moments from exploding when a doctor walked in the room glancing at us, eyeing Salem and nodding his head.

“Sinclair family?” he asked, making his way towards us.

“Where is she?” I blurted out. I needed to get to her, now.

“I need to talk to you before we can allow you to come back.”

I was moments from grabbing him by the throat, when Z’s large hand clamped down on my shoulder. Stopping me, he shook his head.

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