Page 35 of Sinner's Salvation

Brian took the lead and bee-lined it to one of the ambulances. The two paramedics standing outside of it saw them coming and rushed forward.

“What happened?” one of them asked.

“She passed out,” Brian said.

“She was hit by falling debris before getting out of the building,” Evan added. “Then dragged an unconscious guy twice her size outside.”

“Shock,” the other paramedic said, with a nod. “She may have other injuries she didn’t realize she had.” He gave Evan a tight smile. “Adrenaline is great, until it isn’t.”

Evan nodded at Brian. “He’s injured too.”

The first paramedic gave Brian a once over and focused on his bloody arm. “Two wounded.” He looked at Evan. “What about you?”

“No injuries,” he reported. “Beyond some singed hair and a few burn marks.”

The paramedics got Evan to lay Anna on a gurney as soon as they reached the ambulance. They tried to shoo him out of the vehicle, but Evan just shook his head and sat in the back on the floor.

“I’m on her protection detail along with him,” Evan said, flicking a glance at Brian. “I’m not leaving her alone again.”

The paramedic didn’t look happy, but finally shrugged. “Just try and stay out of the way, okay?” He sat down next to Anna in the back.

Brian took a seat on a box in the back of the vehicle while the other paramedic took the driver’s seat. The guy in the back shut the double doors, and they moved out.

No one said anything for a minute or two as the paramedic checked Anna’s vitals, blood pressure, temperature, pulse. He was very careful to stay away from her burns.

“What time is it?” Brian asked, his gaze slightly unfocused.

“It’s nine forty-five in the morning,” the paramedic said, studying him and cataloguing every movement and expression on his face.

“Huh, it feels like it’s been a week since I had any sleep.”

“Stress does that to you,” Evan said.

“No,” Brian said, in a casual, offhand tone. “I think it was the assholes.”

Chapter Seven

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