Page 133 of Blade

I informed them of what we knew while they hooked her up to a monitor, checking her vitals.

“Ok, everything looks good. Do you know if she hit her head?” the first responder asked.

“I don’t. She was on the floor when we came in.”

“Let’s get her to the hospital. One of you can ride with her.”

“That’s me,” I said, following them out.

“Like hell.” I heard Declan say, but I didn’t slow down.

“Dec, let him go. You have the siren. We can follow right behind them.”

I didn’t wait to see what they’d do. I climbed into the ambulance and sat next to Becca, holding her hand. The ride felt like forever before we were pulling up in the ambulance bay. We climbed out and they rushed her in, telling me to wait. I stood there with my hands gripping my hair, watching them wheel her down the hall.

“She’ll be ok, brother.” King’s voice came from behind me. His hand squeezed my shoulder. Declan stormed by, ignoring me as he walked up to the counter.

“The girl they just brought in. I want an update,” he demanded.

“Sheriff, I—” the woman tried to address him.

“She’s my daughter and I am the goddamn sheriff!” he barked.

Cash and Rachel ran into the waiting room, stopping at the desk.

“How is she?” Rachel panted.

“I don’t know. They won’t tell me anything. What good is being the goddamn law if they won’t fucking listen to me?” He growled.

He was going to lose it.

“King, go to Dec before he does something stupid,” I whispered.

King walked over, trying to calm down his brother.

“Please tell us something,” Rachel pleaded with the woman who seemed immune to emotion.

“As I was trying to tell the Sheriff, there is no information yet. They brought her in about ten seconds before he—” she pinned Declan with an accusatory glare “—started barking. They haven’t even had enough time to assess her yet. I understand you are worried, but you will all need to sit down and be patient.”

We shuffled over to the chairs to wait.

“You too, Sheriff.” She pointed to the set of chairs we were congregating in.

He stomped over, slamming himself into a chair next to King.

We only had to wait a few minutes when the doctor came out to us.

“Family of Rebecca Washington?”

We all jumped up and rushed the doctor, eager for any information.

“How is she?”

“Is she ok?

“Can we see her?”

I stood there, quiet, watching the doctor. Expecting the worst. I couldn’t live without her.

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