Page 74 of Gemini
“Where’s Dom and Lena?”
“Leslie, I think you should lie down.”
“What the fuck happened?” I demanded.
Andrea sighed. She went and brought the chair over, sitting next to me. “What do you remember?”
“We were driving down Michigan Avenue to the clubhouse. A pair of cars came out of nowhere and attacked us, gunning at Dom. He rolled off the road then they hit me. Lena was…she was behind me on the bike.” Fury washed over me like a silent bomb as I recalled it all. “It had to have been those fucking snakes,” I whispered.
“Snakes?”
“Never mind, I have to go.”
“You can’t.”
“You really gonna try to stop me?”
“Leslie.” She leaned forward in her seat. “You were in a bad accident.”
“No shit.”
“You were transferred here on request. Dom had me as an emergency contact for you both.”
Of course he did. “Dom knows what’s best, I guess.”
She gave me a solemn look. “You’ve been here since last night.”
I glanced over at the window and the light from the sun was barely peeking above the horizon. My eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall. Eight pm.
“I was out that long?” I snapped.
“You were in and out of consciousness. The drugs probably didn’t help but you needed stitches on your arm and you have a cracked rib. Your body’s gone through trauma. You got a slight concussion—”
“Where’s my phone?”
Frowning, she dug in her pocket and handed it over. I had several calls and messages, none of them from Dom.
“A few visitors—friends, I assume, have come by. A police officer too,” Andrea said as I went through the messages. “They wanted to ask questions, but I told them you weren’t in any state to talk. My guess is they’ll come back soon.” When I didn’t say anything, she reached over and put a hand on my leg, making me flinch. “What have you gotten into?”
I shrugged her hand away. “Do you know where my brother and girlfriend are or not?”
She straightened in her seat. “I don’t know where Lena is. They didn’t find her at the accident.”
I closed my eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath. They took her. Of course they had. And now I would have to kill them all. I’d kill them all for touching her. “And Dom?” I said, my voice cracking.
Again, she didn’t answer. Instead, she left, coming back with a wheelchair. “I’ll take you to him.”
Reluctantly, I allowed her to help me into the chair. She wheeled me out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. We went two floors down and she rolled me out, taking me toward the ICU.
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach as she took me into a darkened room and the first thing I heard was an oxygen tank pumping air. She pulled a curtain away and turned on an overhead light before positioning me at the foot of the bed.
I stared at my brother. Or at least I had to assume it was him. His face was wrapped on one side and an oxygen mask covered his mouth. The parts I could see were bruised so deep his skin was dark purple. His leg was covered in a cast and he had several bandages up his arm and around one hand.
I couldn’t speak, I could hardly breathe. Andrea walked over to him, fixing the blanket over him.
“He’s stable for now. The doctors think it’s a miracle he survived but we both know better. He’s strong like you.”
“Has he...woken up at all?”
