Page 11 of Edge of Forever

“This situation is more than an accident, I’m afraid.”

“Intentional?”

“I know you recognized me. Unfortunately with fame comes a lot of other not-so-nice side benefits. I have an unstable woman that has been targeting us.”

“Oh, God. All right. We’ll try to work around your guard.”

“Thank you.” He turned and waved Marcus over. “This is Marcus Roth. He’ll give you names and you can tell him where to send his people.”

Marcus held out his hand and they shook. “Dr. Marra. I only need a few minutes of your time.”

Logan wandered over with the band. He’d known the injuries were bad, but not so extensive. Her liver. God, so much blood. He shook his head to dispel the memories of her in that trauma room. Those would haunt him every time he closed his freaking eyes.

Christian stood up. “A T-shirt, like you asked.”

He took it with a grateful smile and unbuttoned the disaster show that he was wearing. He shucked it and started pulling the other one down when the doctor came up behind him.

“You need to come with me.”

Logan looked over his shoulder, panic stealing his breath. “Is it Izzy?”

“No. You need to be checked over.”

“I’m fine.” Logan shook his head, his heart skittering back from overload to normal. “It’s fine. Just scrapes.”

“Tell that to the ten-inch gash on your back. Can’t you feel that?”

“Jesus, Lo,” Zeke said.

“I probably got it when that guy helped me lift the counter off her.” Logan pulled the shirt off and reached behind him, but his hands were slapped away.

“All right, tough guy. Come back with me. You’ll be waiting forever downstairs.”

“Don’t you have patients?”

“The worst of the traumas are over. Now it’s just routine surgeries. They can hold for the five minutes it’ll take to disinfect and bandage you.”

He sighed. It was better to get it over with than listen to all the grief he would get. And he didn’t want to stand around the damn w

aiting room without a shirt. He followed her through the swinging doors to the hallway where he’d first met her. “Thanks, doctor.”

She nodded. “Seems that I get to be the hero today. Finding a hiding spot and now butterfly bandages for the rockstar.”

“Saving Izzy is the only one that matters. I can’t thank you enough.”

“She’s a fighter.”

Logan stopped her. “Honestly, Doc. Tell me—is she going to be okay?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I reserve judgment until she wakes up, but I’m optimistic.” She nodded to a little room. “In there, please.”

There was a small desk and office chair as well as a backless stool.

“Have a seat.”

He pulled the seat between his legs and sat down. Everything inside of him screamed for mercy. He didn’t remember dead lifting debris to get her, but the gashes on his hands and arm told the tale. As did the muscles that were protesting every movement.

Now that the adrenaline had leeched from his body, he felt every ache. He hissed as she dabbed his back with something.

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