Chapter 6 #5
“I’m okay,” Sebastian said. His voice was too faint for Will’s liking, and he was still perched on all fours, blood dripping onto the concrete below. Speech was a good sign but didn’t mean he was in the clear.
The man underneath Will shifted, and Will pressed his knee in deeper. “I said don’t move.” He wanted Roy and his team to hurry the fuck up and get there because he needed to check Sebastian over.
As though in answer, the BearCat came roaring around the corner, screeching tires as it turned and came to a stop near them.
The back doors burst open, and five men jumped out, Roy in the lead.
Four of the men scattered as they secured the area while Roy came straight to where Will and Sebastian were behind the car.
Roy took one look at Sebastian and said into the radio strapped to his chest, “We need a medic over here.”
“An ambulance,” Will said. “Call—”
“It’s on the way. What happened here?” Roy glanced at the dead body and dismissed it—it was a non-threat, and Will would have done the same. He pulled out a pair of cuffs but didn’t hand them over. “I got this. You wanna?” He gestured at Sebastian.
Will scrambled off his man, confident that Roy could handle him.
He skidded to a stop and dropped to his knees in front of Sebastian, one hand on his shoulder.
“Seb?” He carefully tipped Sebastian’s head up, grimacing at the blood that was dripping down one side of his face.
“Does it hurt anywhere else? Are you having any dizziness, loss of vision?”
Sebastian’s one visible eye blinked. The small smile that wobbled on his lips made Will’s heart clench. “Are you worried about me?”
“Of course I am,” Will replied. He used his sleeve to wipe some of the blood away so he could try to see the wound, though he was careful not to wipe over it. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for an infection. “Heads aren’t meant to be used as battering rams.”
Something flickered in Sebastian’s gaze. “Do you think red suits me?” he asked.
Will had a feeling it wasn’t what he wanted to say, but he played along, letting out a huff of laughter. “You’re too pale for red.”
“Damn.”
“Will, move,” Cain said, nudging Will with his knee. He dropped beside Sebastian with his medic kit and began cleaning around the wound. “Vision?”
“The blood makes it hard, but my vision itself is fine,” Sebastian said.
He glanced at Will, and Will moved closer to him, though he made sure to stay out of Cain’s way.
Cain’s bedside manners weren’t doctor approved, and his medical personality leaned more towards drill sergeant than anything resembling a pleasant disposition.
Patching people up brought out his cranky. “You have pretty eyes.”
Cain glanced at Will in question.
“You do have pretty eyes, man. I don’t think he’s delirious.” Cain had a particularly bright shade of hazel-green eyes that stood out a lot more because he had model-style lashes that accentuated them. He’d punched more than one person at a bar who had told him he should model.
Cain just shook his head as he flashed a light in Sebastian’s eyes. He checked his nose and ears and then pulled out a square bandage. “Headache?”
“A little one, yeah. In case you didn’t know, I got my head smashed into a car. You try getting out of that without a headache.”
Cain snorted. He wiped disinfectant over the angry gash just below Sebastian’s hairline. “At least your mouth works fine. Coherency is good.”
Will ran a hand down Sebastian’s back, settling it on the curve of his hip. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” He didn’t think so, but he wanted to make sure.
“My pride, mostly?”
“Gun-wielding maniacs tend to have a way of doing that,” Cain said. He placed the bandage over the gash and smoothed it out. “No driving. Don’t get it wet for a few hours. Keep it clean. Buy more bandages.”
Sebastian blinked. Some of his hair had clumped at his forehead as the blood dried and stuck it together. “That’s it?”
“What were you expecting?” Cain asked, smirking.
“Doesn’t need stitches, though you’re going to have a beautiful bruise in the morning.
It’s possible you have a concussion, but I’m not seeing any signs.
You’re gonna need to take a trip to the hospital to get looked over, but I’d say they’ll give you the same advice and suggest you have someone watch you tonight in case there are any changes.
The paramedics will say the same thing,” Cain said, shrugging.
“A trip to the hospital?” Sebastian asked, brows furrowing.
“It’s protocol. 'Ambulance was here' and 'Victim was seen at a hospital' is a good look in our reports,” Cain said. “Toilet-stall writings really do it for the bosses.”
“He writes them like that too,” Will said. “Can you stand?”
“Yeah.”
Will carefully helped Sebastian to his feet, keeping an arm around him to help steady him.
The ambulance arrived in a flurry of sirens and flashing lights, though it took a second to manoeuvre around the crowd that was forming. Uniformed officers that Will hadn’t even noticed arrive were keeping them at bay, at least.
“Time for your next appointment,” Cain said cheerfully. “Off you go.”
“Why do I always get the bossy ones?” Sebastian muttered.
Will was about to go with him when he was forcibly turned by Diego.
“Here,” Diego said. He lifted a bulletproof vest up and over Will’s head, securing it properly over his chest. He flipped the second rifle he was holding and handed it to Will.
“We didn’t see anyone else, but there are too many buildings around here to secure.
Better safe than sorry. Who was the target? ”
“I don’t think it was me,” Will said. He shifted the rifle, getting it comfortable against his chest, and secured the strap around his shoulders.
“No one knew I was going to be here, and I didn’t notice anyone following me.
Not a guarantee, but since this is Sebastian’s office, my money is on him being the target. ”
Sebastian had made it to the ambulance with Cain and was being fussed over by a paramedic, but he was looking right at Will, a strange expression on his face.
Will smiled, and Sebastian returned the gesture.
“Run through what happened,” Roy said, joining Will and Diego.