Page 70 of Say You Want Me
I’m such an asshole. I should’ve told her how I feel. Now, she might never know.
No. I can’t let myself go down that road. She’ll be okay, and I can fix this.
I’ll tell her. I’ll tie her to the bed and make her stay. I won’t let her leave me.
I love her.
Headlights and the rotating red and blues of Trent’s cruiser cut through the darkness, tires screech against the ground, and then doors are being slammed shut.
“Wyatt!”
“Down here!” I holler back.
“Shit!” I hear Trent yell. “We’re coming! Dad, go on that side,” he instructs.
“Oh my God!” Mama’s voice yells.
There’s a lot of movement as my brother comes to my side. “How is she?”
I relay everything I know, and he nods. “We need to move her, Wyatt. There’s gas leaking, and we can’t wait. I have a brace in my car. Hang tight.”
He rushes to his car and then returns. It feels like hours are passing. Her blonde hair is now matted with blood, and she still won’t open her eyes.
“Get her. Get her now!”
“We can hurt her more if we’re not careful, brother.”
Trent decides the best way to get her out is the already shattered windshield. He knocks out what’s left of the glass as I shield Angie as best as I can. More noise filters through the once silent woods as more people arrive.
Presley’s voice cuts through. “Angie! No!”
I focus on doing what I can, but there are more lights and more people yelling as Trent, Zach, my dad, and the EMT guys all move to the front of the car. “All right, Wyatt,” Trent’s commanding tone grabs my attention. “I need to know if you’re injured anywhere.”
“Just my shoulder. I’m fine,” I bite out, watching more of Angie’s blood soak into the fabric of my shirt.
“Good. I need you to cut her seat belt, and then Zach and I are going to help maneuver her. I need you to stay as calm as you can, okay?”
Anger fills my body. “Stop talking! She needs help!”
I don’t know how long it’s been. It could be minutes. It could be hours. But we’re wasting time. Every second she spends in here is a second I could lose her.
“Calm, Wyatt,” Zach says holding my eyes. “We need to move her carefully so we don’t cause any damage.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, cut the belt.” Trent’s steady voice commands.
I do as he says, and she slouches forward in my arms. I hold her, trying to leverage myself against the dash. My brothers are on each side of the car, both of their arms extended to take her. We coordinate our movements, careful not to jostle her too much or let her body touch the glass. When she’s out, they quickly move her to the EMTs.
My father helps me out, and then I’m by her side.
She’s lifted onto the gurney, where Thom and Beau, two guys I’ve known my whole damn life, start to work on her. They attach wires and start running, yelling things back and forth to each other.
“Get in the ambulance,” Trent says. “He needs to be checked too!”
I hop in on autopilot. She’s fading away. I can feel it.
“In bound fifteen minutes, thirty-six-year-old female, unconscious from a head injury. Possible internal injuries and pregnant.” Thom says into his radio before turning to look at me. “How many weeks?” he asks.
