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Tension filled air, the sound of gunfire that echoed through the garage, it was unexpected.
I had felt a rush of adrenaline when Hannah staggered to the wall, it propelled me into action. All I knew was that I had to save her. I tackled her to the ground, but a bullet still managed to hit her. I had to rush her here, weaving through the city’s chaotic streets because I thought she was gone.
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, Why the fuck did you get her involved in this.
I can’t believe she actually thanked me. She got shot at and she thanked me — unbelievable.
Before I could continue with my self loathing, the door creaks open, and the doctor strides in. I shift my attention from Hannah to the medical professional.
“Good news,” the doctor declares, a smile playing on his lips. “Hannah will be ready to leave soon. The bullet only grazed her arm and only a few scratches here and there. The CT Scan came back normal, no trauma to the head. She’ll have to stay here a night or two as a precautionary measure. We’ll need to run few more standard checks, then you can take her home.”
“Alright doctor. Thank you very much.”
He gives an appreciative nod and leaves the room.
I sit back on the chair next to Hannah’s bed. I gently caress her right hand.
“Hannah, I’m so glad you’re going to be okay. I could never forgive my self if something worse happened to you. I’m so sorry I got you involved in this.”
“I’m going to have the hospital call Audrey and she and Preston will come take care of you. I’m sorry for not waiting until you wake up to say goodbye. I truly am sorry. But, I promise I will track down whoever did this to you and I will make them pay!”
Chapter Six
Holden
TwoYearsLater
Setting foot in San Francisco feels like stepping in front of a firing squad and thinking it’s possible that you’re going to make it out alive.
I haven’t been back here since the day I took Hannah to the hospital and told her I wouldn’t see her again until I could make sure that she was safe, it was the right call but I can’t deny the fact that I have missed her.
Now that I’m back, I don’t know if I’m going to see her again. I miss her like crazy — hell, there isn’t a single day that I haven’t spent thinking about her — but I doubt she wants to see me.
I dropped her off at the hospital and then left for two years.
Not that I had much of a choice for the first year.
The second year, I was too much of a coward to come back and tell her everything that has been going through my mind since the day I left.
I can’t focus on that right now, though. I wouldn’t have even come back to San Francisco if my friend didn’t need me.
Brodie and I met in basic training years ago. We bonded over being put through hell. I have a picture in my home of the day we joined the Navy SEALS, both of us so excited to make a difference in the world. How young and naive we were, we didn’t know the stakes and we got humbled quickly when we started going on missions.
When I got the call that he had been in a horrific car crash, I packed up a bag and booked a plane ticket, it was weird. Bullets couldn’t stop Brodie, going to hell and back couldn’t stop him but a car crash could? Unbelievable.
Now, as I walk into the hospital, my heart starts to pound. I don’t know if everything is going to be all right. The doctors didn’t tell me much on the phone when they spoke to me. All they would tell me was that he was alert, but that wasn’t the case all the time.
“Hey,” I say as I walk into Brodie’s room. Tubes run from his body to various machines. Fluids hang in bags beside his bed. There are casts covering half his body.
My stomach tosses and turns as I look at him.
I’m the only family Brodie has, and I have to be strong for him. I have to make sure that he is taken care of and gets healthy again as soon as he can.
Brodie blinks at me and groans. “What are you doing here?”
“Were you too doped up on pain meds to remember asking for me? I think you might have told the doctors that you couldn’t live without the love of your life.”
“Fuck off,” he says, his voice raspy. He tries to smile but hisses in pain and shifts around in the bed. “I wouldn’t ask for you if you were the last person in the world.”
