Page 6 of Sapphire

I shush him.

Come on, please be there.

Then I feel it, ever so faintly:thud, thud, thud.

“She’s not dead! She’s alive, barely,” I shout at Tomas.

“Shit.”

Tomas runs his hand through his hair nervously. “Quick, let’s get her inside. I’ll call the doctor and get him to come too.”

“We need an ambulance,” I shout back at him.

Tomas stills. “Think of the media if they see an ambulance racing up to our home.”

He’s right. I look at the fragile woman lying helpless in the dirt, battered and bruised within an inch of her life.

“We can’t move her. What if she has spinal injuries?”

Tomas nods. “Here,” he says, giving me his suit jacket. “Put this over her to keep her warm until the doctor arrives.”

I take it and place it over her body.

Tomas walks away, and I can hear him making a call to our doctor. Hopefully, he can save her.

“You are safe now, angel,” I whisper, running my fingers over her blonde hair. “We won’t let anyone hurt you.” Hoping that she can hear me and know that she is safe, that whoever did this to her will be punished. Who the hell would bash up a woman like this? What kind of pussy hits a woman?

Taking another look over at her, I try to piece together her story, hoping there is something on her that can identify who she is. Someone will be worried about her. She’s dressed up like she’s been out clubbing. Must be a tourist out in Ibiza Town, maybe had one too many drinks, and some predator picked her up.

Fuck.

I hope no one touched her. My heart beats uncontrollably as anger bubbles through my veins. I want to hit something, and that something is the low-life scum who touched this woman.

“Are you okay?” Tomas’s hand rests on my shoulder.

I notice tears falling down my cheeks as I wipe them away.

“Cariño?” Tomas looks at me. “What is the matter?”

“Who could do such a thing?” I ask him.

“Come here.” Tomas pulls me into his arms, soothing me. “I don’t know, but she is safe now. We’ll look after her. She won’t be alone. I promise, okay?” He tells me. Tomas then reaches out and cups my face with his hand. “She won’t be alone. I promise, okay?”

It’s not long till Juan, our doctor arrives as we see headlights approaching us.

Juan jumps out and rushes toward us with his medical bag. “Where is she?”

We point to the lifeless body and watch on helplessly as he works on her. He moves over her body, checking the various marks on her. His work is meticulous and gentle.

It feels like an eternity until he finally stands up.

“We need to take her to hospital in case she has internal bleeding. I don’t want to move her anymore, there could be spinal damage.”

Tomas and I look at each other and nod, there is no getting around this. Saving her life is more important than dealing with the fucking paparazzi scum.

Juan organizes an ambulance.

“Do you think she is going to be okay?” I ask him.

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