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Finally, I forced them open, but there wasn't much to see. It was dark and the only light came from the dashboard, a faint blue light that reflected off the snow outside our windows. Right outside the windows. We were tilted to one side, my side, just a bit and there was snow covering half the windshield.
"Hey, there you are." He cupped my face and turned me slightly to look at him. He was leaning over me because of the position of the vehicle and all I wanted was for him to topple and land on me, pressing his body into me.
A gush of slick soaked the borrowed sweatpants I wore and my scent permeated the air.
"Great, you're perfuming while we're stuck in a snowbank." He rolled his eyes and let go of my face.
My head thunked against the window again and he swore again as my eyes drifted closed once more. I was too tired and in too much pain for this.
Chapter 20
Heatshock
I'd made a stupid choice. I'd admit it. When we'd reached a section of the highway that was closed, I'd turned down a side road instead, too stubborn to stop for the night or turn back after five hours of driving. Then that deer had jumped out in front of us and I'd slammed on the brakes, hit a patch of black ice, and skidded us right into a deep snowbank.
Now Quinn was leaning against the shattered window like it was her comfort object, her mouth open as she panted slightly. Her eyes were still glazed over and when I reached out to touch her face, she was nearly hot enough to burn me.
"Quinn, what are you feeling right now?" I asked. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
She groaned in response. She was hurt.
I tore off my seatbelt, careful not to slide onto her and leaned down to run my hands over her body. "Where does it hurt?" She didn't move or respond. "QUINN!" I snapped. "Tell me where it hurts."
She dropped a hand to her abdomen, right under the seatbelt. Of course, the belt had stopped her from going through the windshield when I'd hit the brakes, so it must have hurt her.
Carefully, I unbuckled her seatbelt, pushing it out of the way and lifting the oversized shirt to look at her belly. There was nothing obvious, but there could be internal damage.
I gently pressed on her stomach and she screeched at me, her hands flying to my face, clawing at me until I pulled back. "I'm sorry, shit. I'm going to call for help."
Digging out my phone, I dialled 911 and waited. "We're sorry, all lines are occupied. Please hold."
"Hang on, I'm getting help."
That's when I noticed the blood smeared under her head. Holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder, I reached over and carefully turned her face again. There was a cut just above her eyebrow, where she must have hit the window. That's why it was shattered, though it stayed in the frame. Now we were talking about a possible head trauma.
Hanging up on the repeating emergency message, I called Orion.
"Are you guys okay? Kade told me you were in a crash."
"Not really a crash, but we're off the road in a ditch and I think the seatbelt hurt Quinn. She slammed her head into the window, too and she's bleeding. Fuck, Orion, I think we're in trouble."
"Send me a picture."
I took a photo of Quinn's wound with the flash and sent it to him.
"Looks superficial, it shouldn't be a big issue," he told me. "Maybe a mild concussion."
"What about her stomach?"
He asked me to palpate her belly again, moving my hand back and forth, but only the center made her savage. As soonas I moved toward her hips, she stilled, her eyes going sightless again.
"I think she's really hurt, Orion."
"No, she's in heat. You shouldn't have taken her," he snapped. "The pain in her belly? That's her uterus, trying to force her to breed. It has nothing to do with the seatbelt, Riv, and now you're stuck in a snowbank. We'll head that way, but we won't be there for a while."
"What do I do?"
"Feel her forehead. How warm is she?"
