Page 37 of Call Don't Fall

“Why didn’t I feel that?” I asked, almost fighting mad.

Why wouldn’t Treg just tell me everything?!

“I dunno. Maybe he shut down the link to keep from scaring you,” they said, glancing down at my baby bump.

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“He’s in surgery now. Won’t be out for a few hours. They’re working on his leg. He’s one of their own. They’ll take good care of him, Chasten. I was more worried about you. He was too! At first I thought you just fell asleep but when you didn’t answer your phone even when I called you from his, I worried. Then you didn’t answer the door right away either. I thought you passed out or fainted or whatever you want to call it.”

“I didn’t need ice cream!” I howled and Treg flinched.

They took a deep breath and squeezed their eyes shut. Under normal circumstances, Grina and I both worked with their sensory issues as much as we could. Only, right now with my link to Kirk all screwed up by him or medicine or whatever nothing felt normal!

“For your blood sugar? That’s what I thought anyway,” Treg said a moment later, keeping their eyes shut as if they could protect their ears by not opening their eyes.

“I didn’t need it!” I howled again. “How could I --- I sent him out there in that rain, Treg!”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Treg opened their eyes and put their hands on my shoulders. “Look at me right now, Chas. You aren’t to blame. Hell, blame the rain or the texture of the streets that allow that to happen. One driver lost control, and he was hit.”

“He’s going to be so upset about the truck,” I said and considered dropping to the floor to sit on my haunches. “I gotta go to the hospital.”

“Do you want to get dressed first?” Treg asked.

“Why? You went to the store in your pajamas,” I snapped.

“Because you might be there awhile,” Treg said, ignoring my attitude problems. “Because it’s something you offer someone before they leave their house. I don’t know!”

“Are you okay?” I asked. “I mean with it all. Did the other person--?” I let my unsaid words hang in the air.

“They took her right in for surgery. She wasn’t wearing her seatbelt.”

“Through the windshield,” I said and let out a long sigh as some of Treg’s memory leaked over the pack link.

“Through the windshield,” they nodded. “Rescue got there quick. Kirk was still awake and insisted they tend to her first even with her low odds. Once they gave the clear, me and one ofthe fire fighters got the steering wheel up. They don’t think he’ll lose the leg.”

The blood drained from my face and my heart pounded around my ribs like a lost ping pong ball.

“I need to check my blood sugar before we leave. I don’t care about clothes. Shit! Did you call Grina?”

“She called me! She felt me freak out over the pack link,” they nodded. “She’s at the hospital with her mate. They stayed in case there were any new developments. Do you need me to help you check your sugar?”

“Can you get the little black bag from the nightstand?”

“You still using your bedroom, or did you guys mix it up?”

“Same room,” I nodded and turned to lean on the back of the sofa.

My heart pounded so fast I thought it might break free through one of my collarbones if I couldn’t calm down. My energy buzzed up and down my body like electricity and I worked for each breath, forcing myself not to hyperventilate for the sake of our pup.

“Stupid ice cream,” I muttered under my breath over and over like a mantra until Treg came back.

With shaking hands, I found out my blood sugar was on the low side of normal. I grabbed one of the emergency fun sized candy bars and followed Treg out to their car not even bothering to grab my shoes. Sighing, Treg scooped them up on their way out of the house and locked the door behind us. All I wanted was my mate back. I couldn’t live the rest of forever without him. I couldn’t raise our pup without him.

“You’re not going to have to,” Treg shook their head as they turned the key. “He’s going to be okay. He might be hopping around on one foot until his leg heals but he’s gonna be okay.”

I nodded. I didn’t have the energy to argue with them. Everyone said true-mates always knew when the other one diedbut how true was that? I tried hard not to think about that question as my wolf paced inside his inner sanctum. Imagines of Kirk hurt and laid out on an operating table plagued my inner eye.

“He’s not going to be happy they sedated him,”my wolf chimed into my thoughts, growling.“He’s gonna be so mad when he wakes up.”

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