Chapter Thirty-Four
L ight so fucking bright, it made my head pound even with my eyes closed startled me. Then I felt myself being lifted and pain shot through my body like a motherfucker.
“What the fuck?” My eyes popped open and I saw Talerco.
“Nice of ya to join us, Ivy.” His words were joking, but his face was dead serious as he looked at some fuck in scrubs next to him. “BP dropping, three GSWs in the left shoulder, graze wound on the right. Hemorrhaging, LOC twice.”
The man nodded and shouted something over his shoulder.
Bright-as-shit lights everywhere, suddenly shaking like a leaf, I closed my eyes again. “It’s cold as fuck,” I muttered. “And loud.” Goddamn, I needed to sleep.
“You’re in shock, but we gotcha to the ER, and the doc here’s gonna sew you up,” Talerco drawled. “You’ll have two workin’ arms for your old lady in no time.”
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
Brooke.
Shit came back.
All of it.
I forced my eyes open, and tried to grab Talerco by the shirt, but my arm didn’t move. “Hey,” I barked. “That fuck Lewis. Get his cell phone. He recorded Brooke. He’s got shit on her.” Jesus fuck, we needed his cell phone. “Send Sawyer back.” Where the fuck was Sawyer anyway?
Talerco shook his head. “That ship’s sailed. ”
“Then call Dane.” He’d get it.
Talerco’s face shut down, but he pulled his cell out. “The Feds might’ve found it by now.”
I didn’t care. “Then get it back. Protect her.”
The man in scrubs looked down at me as something sharp bit into my arm. “Are you allergic to any medications? Do you have any existing medical conditions?”
Ignoring him, I looked at Talerco. “Get that phone,” I warned. “Make sure she’s safe.” I tried to focus on Talerco, but shit was tunneling again.
“No allergies, no preexisting conditions,” Talerco answered the doc when he should’ve been making a call.
“Call… Dane,” I slurred, my mouth suddenly slack.
Talerco’s lips moved, but I didn’t hear shit.
I was out again.