Page 147 of Twisted Collide

“God, Hellfire. I’m so sorry. I need you to wake up. You have to wake up. I can’t lose you.”

With each second that passes, my heart pounds in my chest. It feels like it might explode.

Finally, in the distance, I hear the wail of the sirens. Then I see the lights.

Soon, two paramedics come rushing toward us.

The first one, a younger man, assesses her.

“Female, mid-twenties, head trauma, unconscious,” he calls out to his partner.

His partner, a woman about the same age, nods and prepares her for transport.

Words ring out in the air, but it’s hard to grasp them all. Low blood pressure. Loss of blood. Possible concussion.

Together, a second after securing her neck, they load her onto a stretcher.

“Is she—”

“We’re doing everything we can.”

They lift her into the ambulance. The doors are shut, and they speed away.

I’m still on the ground, my breathing still erratic, and the ambulance is no longer in sight. The red flashing lights are a distant memory.

My head drops, and when it does, a glint of something catches my eye.

What is that?

I reach my hand out and pick it up.

Josephine’s bracelet.

My heart squeezes in my chest.

She needs to be okay. I don’t know what I’ll do if she’s not.

Grabbing my phone, I dial.

“What’s up, Sinclair? You ready to tell me why you were playing—”

“Robert.” My voice sounds raw and gritty.

“What’s wrong, Dane?”

“Josephine—”

“What about my daughter?”

“She had an accident in the parking lot. She hit her head.”

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I called an ambulance. They’ve taken her to the hospital. I-I just thought you should know.”

There’s a second of silence. “What hospital?”

“Redville Health.”

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