Page 92 of Imperfection is Beauty

Laying her carefully in the back seat, I jumped in the driver’s seat and kept my fingers on her pulse at her wrist, as I drove with one hand to the hospital.

I had six police cruisers behind me as I drove like a bat out of hell with my hazard lights flashing.

I didn’t remember the words I used.

I didn’t remember when Kalani jumped into the vehicle.

The only thing I remembered was driving to the emergency room entrance in the hospital, slamming on my brakes, and rounding the vehicle while the cops yelled at me too, “Freeze.”

Opening her door, I carefully gathered her in my arms and wanted to scream at the world when I felt the blood that was still coming out of her body.

Running into the emergency room I yelled out, “Help! My woman’s been shot. I need help.” My voice didn’t sound right at all.

A nurse ran to me with a gurney, and a man in a white lab coat came running, I ran down what happened, and then as I grabbed her hand, and ran with them, I growled at another nurse who was on the opposite of me who said, “Sir, you can’t go in there.”

I kept my eyes locked on Scarlett’s pale face, “Promised her I would never leave her.”

“Sir, I understand but if you want us to save her, you must remain out here.” As soon as she said the words save her, I stopped and then watched as they wheeled my woman away from me.

That was when I heard a sound that I never wanted to hear again in my entire life, my woman, my Scarlett, sounding scared, “Marcus!”

I didn’t even hesitate as I barreled through the nurse, and then through the double doors, and when I heard her call my name again, I moved.

A nurse had his hand on her shoulder, “Ma’am please, we are trying to save your life.”

But my woman didn’t hear me, “Marcus!”

“Sir! You cannot come in here.” I ignored that too.

Nothing and no one was going to keep me from her.

I’d better have no breath left in my body before I ever allowed that to happen.

Getting to her, I wrapped my hands around her smaller hand, ignoring the blood that was on them, and whispered, “I'm right here Shortcake.”

“We need to move; she’s lost too much blood already.” A doctor said as they attached wires and tubes to her body.

That was when I felt arms wrap around my body as she was wheeled from me and into another set of double doors, I growled, “No.”

I pulled whoever had their body wrapped around mine and into the room, “Jesus Christ, are you on something?”

The man was using all his strength to keep me back, but he was no match for me, that was until a woman, a smaller woman ran over to me, and placed her hand on my chest.

I growled down at her, “Get your hands off me. Only one woman has the right to touch me and she’s lying in that bed.”

The woman complied immediately, “Sir, I know you want to be with her, but we cannot do what we need to do to make sure she comes back to you. Please. Wait in the waiting room.”

I nodded, “Someone better keep me updated. That’s my world.”

The woman smiled, “I will make sure of it.”

Sighing, I turned around and headed down the hall, the security guard stayed at my side, “Bro, I think we need to get you checked out.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “I’m not your brother. And I’m fine.”

He scoffed, “Look, I’m the biggest security guard we have here, and you pulled me along like I was a rag doll. You’re on something. And you won’t be any good to her if you are drugged up.”

Shaking my head at his dumbass ego, I said, “I’m headed to wait in the waiting room. Take a good look at my face, and search for the name Marcus DuPointe. There’s a reason I was able to pull you like you were a rag doll.”

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