Page 3 of Beyond Repair: Part Two

"Shit, dude. I don't know. I watched her—fuck hold on—It's okay, little one, your boyfriend's on his way."

The relief of knowing she'saliveis staggering, but I manage to pull the car out of the driveway. Stamping down the rage at this guy giving her a nickname is hard though.

"PUT HER ON!" Ridge screams from the backseat, making me jolt, but I keep us on the road.

More cursing, then a female voice sounds through my phone as I'm taking the final left turn. "Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me? Unresponsive."

"She opened her eyes a second ago," the first guy says.

The utter fear coursing through my veins is debilitating, but the flashing lights in front of me urge me on. I barely register putting the car into park before I'm jumping out of the SUV.

"NINA!" I bellow, my phone forgotten as I shove bystanders out of my way.

Then comes the blue shirts and a gurney trying to beat me to the small body lying on the concrete. A strangling sensation overtakes my windpipes until I’m not sure if I can't say anything at all or if all I can utter is Nina's name.

I see her freshly painted pink toenails between two sets of calves with her flip-flops missing. Someone else must force these people to move because suddenly, she comes into view and all I see is red.

Blood.

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