Page 23 of Lost
Facing forward, I nod as I brush my tears away. Maybe Caleb and Lars deserve an omega who cries less. Hollis is held tightly in Remy’s arms, and I wonder if fate mixed us up.
I bet she never cries.
The drive to the hospital is tense, and Hollis never wakes up during it. My eyes are continuously drawn to the rise and fall of her chest to remind me that she’s still with us, because she’s otherwise very still. I keep telling myself that her injuries aren’t life threatening, but the truth is that I don’t know that for sure.
The second Malcolm pulls into the hospital, we’re bailing out at the entrance so he can pull around to get a parking spot.
“I’ll meet you in there,” he calls out the open window as he pulls away.
Walking quickly, the rest of us head inside, and Remy asks the nurse at the desk for Dr. Royal. My fingers rake through my hair, pulling it hard to help center myself. I want to fucking scream, something I’ve never indulged in.
“Nova,” Brice says, pulling my attention. “Stop hurting yourself, please. We’re going to get Hollis all fixed up.”
“This shouldn’t have happened,” I hiss. “I really never thought they’d go after her and not me or I’d have said something sooner.”
“When?” Felix asks, his eyes narrowing on me. “We’ve been out of town until just recently, and you just found out you were kidnapped as a kid. Please give yourself a break. She screamed your name in our heads before she passed out. Hollis knew exactly what she was doing.”
“Are they getting her seen?” Caleb asks, jogging in with Lars.
“Dr. Royal is on his way down, they said,” Remy says, shifting Hollis in his arms.
“Good,” he sighs, his gaze on Hollis. “I fucking hate seeing her like this. What are the odds that she’d get her ass beat twice in a thirty day period?”
“She’s the only one alive,” Brice growls. “I’d say that she’s doing better than the ones who did this to her.”
Just as Malcolm rushes in, the doors open at the emergency room. A doctor with short black hair in a pair of scrubs strides out, long black sleeves underneath his shirt.
“Fuck,” he mutters, looking down at Hollis. “I really need you to stop saving the world for a few weeks, Hollis.”
This overwhelming need to speak takes over me, and I whisper, “She saved me, not the world.”
The doctor glances over me, his eyes hardening when his gaze meets mine.
“Who the fuck are you? Why do you have her eyes?” he growls.
“Down, killer,” Caleb chuckles. “This is Nova. We found her sister.”
“Damn. Sorry. I’m Adrain Royal. I’m going to splint her fingers and see if anything else is broken. You can come back with us,” he says mildly. “I was really taken aback by your eyes.”
If I had any doubt about why I had to wear contact lenses to change my eye color and dye my hair, I no longer do.
Remy and I follow Dr. Royal, leaving everyone else around as Remy carries Hollis in.
“What’s going on?” a familiar voice asks as we walk.
Dr. Royal barely slows down, stating, “Stay in your lane, Stewart. I have patients, and I don’t have time for your heartless bullshit.”
Well, at least it’s not just me that he acts like this with. My scent match is a dick to everyone.
“I’m not being a dick. You’ve got my scent match there,” Dr. Stewart growls, coming closer.
Oh my god. I want to fall through the floorboards. Does he really think that Hollis is his scent match? Did I piss the universe off?
Except…his gaze is on me as he comes to stand beside me.
“What happened to your partner?” he asks.
“You’re too stupid to live,” I announce loudly, making Dr. Royal bark out a laugh. “I’m not responding to dumb questions because I’m allergic to them. You’re getting in the way of getting my sister medical care. Please, go back to pretending you don’t know who I am.”
