Page 78 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
Shit. I settle the T-shirt over the wound again and press my bloody palm down.
“What’s going on?” Ethan asks. “What do you see?”
I fill him in, and he responds with a blue streak.
“I’m applying direct pressure, but he’s lost blood… I think he needs more.”
“Fuck. Dad and I aren’t the same blood type.”
“I’m O-negative.” The universal donor.
“Do you mind giving?”
Tears sting my eyes. “I’ll give him all I have if it will keep him alive.”
“Havana…” He sighs like he wants to ask me about my feelings for his father, but he doesn’t. “You’re at a vet’s office, right? You have medical stuff there? Antibiotics and pain meds?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Would he really get arrested if we called the police?”
Ethan doesn’t answer right away. “I’ve never asked too many questions. I didn’t want to know. Uncle Rand is a small-town police chief, and Uncle Rush has been a government operative for years. I know they’re on the good guys’ team. Dad and Uncle Ridge seem like they might be playing for the enemy. But he’s my dad.”
“I-I’m not judging. I just want to know.” Who I’ve lost my heart to. And who might own me for the rest of his life if he makes it through the night.
“That’s all I can tell you. I’m pulling up now.”
I hate to leave Ransom, but I have to unlock the front door for Ethan. “I’m going to disconnect. Give me a minute. And be careful out there!”
“Sure.” The line goes dead.
I scramble on my hands and knees until I find some bandages and accompanying tape on the storeroom floor. I tear my shirt from the wound and secure the bandage in its place. It won’t stop his bleeding, but it should slow the flow while I let Ethan inside.
On shaking legs, I stand and peer at Ransom’s too-pale face, trying not to give in to despair. “You can’t hear me but please, please…live.”
More tears fall. Instead of getting the man I love for my birthday, I might lose him forever.
4
Suddenly, a sharp rap on the door yanks me from my distress. I rinse my hands in the sink in the surgical room, dash to the front of the office, and turn the key to let Ethan in.
He gives me a quick once-over, raises his brow at my bra and jeans, then looks past me. “Where is he?”
I lock the door again. “Follow me. Anyone out there?”
“No one.” Ethan is right behind me as I lead him through the waiting area, into the surgical room, then to the back hallway.
He stops short. “Fuck. Let’s get him on the table and get his shirt off.”
“Yeah. Then I can see the damage. I know how to stitch him up. The doctor has shown me how to do some emergency care since I took over this weekend shift and…” I’m babbling nervously.
Ethan crouches beside his dad and slips his hands under his prone form. “Get on the other side. We’ll have to lift him.”
That makes me nervous. I’m not strong. I’m a couple inches taller than the average girl, but I’ve always been more curves than muscles. “What if I drop him?”
“You won’t. We have to do this now.”
