Page 73 of Xactly What She Needs

Please tell me that I did not just do what I think that I just did. My vision goes from the gun to Mason, who is laying on the ground grunting.

Placing the nail gun on the ground I race over to him. Kneeling down I see the pain filled look covering his face. His face is drawn taught, and his eyes are squeezed shut.

What did I do?

My heart is racing as I ask

“Oh my God Mason, are you okay?”

Cracking one eye open He looks up at me incredulously. “Am I okay?”

I nod my head.

He blinks like he can’t believe that I just asked him that and truthfully, neither can I. “No, I’m not okay.” He grits out through clenched teeth. “You shot me in the ass with a nail gun Kellie. I’m far from okay right now.”

“I am so, so sorry.” I say but can’t help the snort towards the end. Unfortunately, once it starts, I can’t stop the laugh from happening.

Hs eyes widen. “Are you seriously laughing right now?”

I nod my head and shake it no at the same time. I go from laughing to crying like the unbalanced woman that I apparently am these days. “I just can’t take life today. Not only do I have the world’s worst luck with men, but I end up shooting one of the only ones that I like.” The words escape from my mouth before I even have time to think.

He looks at me for a moment before he says, “Yeah, I wish that you would’ve shot Scott instead too.”

I giggle and wipe my face. “That’s not the point that I was trying to make, Mase.”

He nods his head. “I know. But you’re going to have to drive me to the hospital because this nail is stuck in me. And I don’t need you killing the both of us on the way there because you’re crying.” He grunts in pain when he moves, making me wince.

My eyes go wide and I gasp. “I didn’t drive here!”

“I know that.”

“How are we getting to the hospital?”

“You’re going to have to drive my truck.” He says like it’s obvious.

I look in the direction where his truck is parked and cringe. “Mase, I don’t think that I’m even tall enough to get into it, let alone drive it.”

“It has running boards and the seat moves, you’ll be fine.” I give him a dubious look that he ignores. “Now, please help me up.”

I look around. “With what?”

He’s back to blinking at me. “What do you mean with what?”

“What am I supposed to help you up with?”

“Are you screwing with me right now? Because I have to tell you Kel, now’s not really the best time.”

“I’m not messing with you Mason.” I huff out, annoyed that he thinks that I would be joking at a time like this. “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed our size differences, but we definitely have one. I’m not what anyone would call big.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” His voice going lower. Geez, the poor guy must be in so much pain.

“Well, I don’t see how I'm supposed to help you up. You probably outweigh me by more than a hundred pounds. I can barely open up a pickle jar.”

Rolling onto his stomach, Mason lets out an impressive amount of very unique curses as he pushes himself up to his knees. His face is a mask of pain.

I raise my hand in preparation to help but realize I have no idea how. “What do you need me to do?” I question as panic begins to ease into my voice.

Looking at the butt that I normally love starring at, I notice that there is a large amount of blood covering his jeans. You can’t bleed to death from being shot in the butt right? It’s just a fleshy muscle or something right? Oh my God, why didn’t I pay more attention in biology?

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