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Ash and two of the EMTs were standing over Griff. He was still out.
Jackson was just now rousing, covered in soot and looking just as disoriented as I first felt.
Then I found Dani.
Oh god. My omega.
Her eyes were closed, her skin bright red and blistered in areas. Her shoes were being pried off and seemed to have started to melt.
Her clothes were a mess, and her hair singed.
But it was the shallow rise and fall of her chest that had a sob breaking free. I dropped to her side, wedging myself between two of the paramedics that were hovering over her.
“Dani! Stay with me, peach. I need you,” I begged, my voice wavering and my vision blurring as the tears hit me. It felt like someone had cracked me wide open and all I had left were visceral, raw emotions.
Fuck, they hurt.
“Dani, please,” I begged again as my forehead hit her arm.
“We’ve got her on oxygen but she has to go in. You need checked, son,” an older paramedic said gently.
“Take me with her. She comes first,” I said, not even looking away. They didn’t fight me on it. They got to work, getting her stretcher into the ambulance. I climbed in with her, knowing damn well that the others would want me to go.
I looked up, eyes seeking out Holt again. He was there, giving me a single nod that said everything we couldn’t.
He’d watch over them. Make sure they were getting help.
As the doors closed, the monitor hooked to Dani started blaring with an alarm. The paramedics were moving, shoving me back as they started chest compressions. I heard vague words tossed around, like heart giving out and throat swelling.
“Dani!” I screamed, but I was frozen in place, forced to watch as they worked hard to save my girl. Every moment stretched on for an eternity, her eyes staying closed, her face almost peaceful now as I sat there helpless.
We reached the hospital, the paramedic climbing on the bed to continue as they wheeled the stretcher out.
I tried to follow but was held back by someone. It was impossible to tell who as my alpha took over.
“Dani! Omega!” My voice was loud and booming in the quiet of the night. Staff were yelling and then something pricked my arm.
The fight drained out of me as they helped me to the ground, darkness sliding over and my screams finally gave out.
Asteady beeping sound was the first thing that hit me as I started to wake up. Then it was the pain.
My entire body was sore, my chest and throat burning and dry as if I’d wandered the desert alone for weeks with no water.
I felt the urge to cough but was too weak to manage it.
“There you are,” Mom’s voice was watery, like she’d been crying.
“Mom?” That single word sent me into a round of coughing.
“Here, drink,” Dad’s voice came next before a straw was pushed to my lips. I took a tentative sip, the icy water soothing but fucking painful. I stopped after only a few small drinks.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I looked at them, then myself. My skin was clean, but felt grimy. Most of the issue coming from my lungs, apparently. “I remember…”
“A fire,” Mom said gently as she wheeled her chair closer and squeezed my hand. “I’m so sorry, my boy. I should have stayed closer, not gotten so worked up over this stupid chair that we didn’t come by enough. I almost lost you.”
“My pack? My omega?” I asked as I shoved myself up to sit, looking at my dad for the answer.
Pop moved closer on my other side, so both alphas were there with me. Fuck, was the news that bad?
