Page 73 of Sapphire's Gem
“How bad was I?” I asked Sapphire.
“Bad. You were circling the drain. They brought you in flatlined and lost you three more times in the OR. Somehow you fought your way back,” she replied.
“I was that bad?” I gasped as a cold sensation settled in my belly.
“Wylde, you were shot in the ribs, shoulder, gut, ass, leg, and just above your heart. You were damn lucky,” Sapphire stated. She sounded calm, but I sensed her emotion.
“Wait, what? My ass?” I hissed, and a small smile crossed her lips.
“Yeah. Seems it made a big target.”
“Hey!”
“The doctors gave you a ten per cent chance of making it. That’s all. Nobody understands how you pulled through,” Sapphire said.
“Shit,” I muttered. Fear leeched from my body as I stared in disbelief at her. “Did my parents come?”
Sapphire released a snort. “Oh yes, playing the dutiful, loving, devastated parents. Until Hatton told them to take a hike, that there was no media time for them.”
“Wow. They care that little?” I wasn’t surprised. Why would I be? That was the entirety of my parents’ lives. Social climbing and good exposure. It was sad and tragic. Undoubtedly, they’d wanted to capitalise on their son’s ‘hero’ status and gain some sympathy deals from friends and allies. What a joke.
“I don’t see them paying attention to Hatton.”
“They didn’t, but they did me. I’m not above blackmail,” Sapphire quipped, amused, and I laughed and then groaned in pain.
“Hit the buzzer, remember, it’s pain relief,” she taunted.
“Are you healing?” I asked as a coolness swept through my body, numbing the pain.
“I’m fine.”
“Your knuckles would disagree.”
“So would the person my knuckles met. Not my problem. I’m glad you’re okay, Wylde.”
Wow, had Sapphire admitted that? These drugs must’ve been more powerful than I thought. Sapphire smiled as my eyesight began to blur.
“Rest, Wylde, the world and its fucked-up problems will still be here when you wake,” she murmured as I yawned.
Sapphire wasn’t wrong.
Sapphire
“Did we find anything out about the name the gang members gave us?” I asked.
Cyber shook her head. “The name they gave us isn’t one known to any law enforcement. It’s not even been mentioned on social media.”
I tapped my fingers against my chin. That was incredibly unusual. “We’ve nothing?”
“I wouldn’t say anything. Ferrah Lynn sounds made up. I played with the letters and got another name.”
“Who?” I demanded.
“You’re not going to believe this. Feral Rhynn.”
I sat up in disbelief. “Feral Rhynn, as in Feral Rhynn of the Bloody Femmes?”
“Yeah,” Cyber replied.
