Page 2 of Edge of Forever

“Get him out of here. Jason, I need you over here.” A tiny Indian woman snarled for a nurse and blood.

Because she was losing too much.

Logan sagged against the wall, slamming his head into the wall. “Izzy.” The broken voice was his. The room wavered as he dragged in a breath. She was so still now. So many tubes and machines.

And the unmistakable scent of blood.

“Dude, back off. Let me—I got him, okay?”

“Out!”

Logan slid down the wall when there was no one to hold him. Zeke blurred in front of him. His sure, strong grip pinned Logan’s shoulder to the wall. “She can’t. I can’t—” Logan choked off. “They have to save her, man.”

“Stop.” Zeke’s bloodshot blue eyes were fierce. “You can’t do anything but fight for her right now. So man up.”

Logan nodded and seethed, dragging in a lungful of air until the spots receded. He straightened his shoulders. “I’m good.”

Zeke stepped back.

Three people were working on her. A nurse ran through the doorway and threw him into the doorjamb, her arms full of bags of blood. They hung them on metal poles, one after another. The doctor with her huge, dark eyes, was working on her side. The nurse kept squeezing the bags dry until the machines stopped screaming.

But more seemed to be dripping down onto the floor.

Like his own personal horror movie on the slowest and fastest setting at the same time. Her blood kept flowing, but everyone seemed to be moving slow.

“Jason, get the door.”

Logan snapped out of it. “No—I’ll stay back.”

The kid pushed them both out and slammed the door. Logan took a step forward and Zeke dragged him back.

“Lo, stay here. They need to work on her.”

Logan flattened his hands on the door. The skinny window didn’t show him a goddamn thing. Muffled orders from the doctor about a surgery room as the machine clanged again.

Christ.

How much blood could one person lose?

Then the door burst open. The pint-sized doctor navigated the gurney through to the hallway, shouting orders for drugs and some other doctor to be contacted. All of it happened in the space of a heartbeat.

“Pressure’s dropping.”

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wed the team of people until they got to the elevator. Jason—the big orderly—pushed him back out again. His face brooked no argument and the doors closed in Logan’s face.

“Fuck.”

Logan rushed to the desk. “What floor is surgery on?”

“Are you family?”

“Yes. I’m her fiancé.”

The nurse behind the desk gave him a raised brow.

“Do you want a fucking copy of the receipt for the ring?”

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