Chapter Eleven
Compressions. Again. Again. Then again.
I was the only one of us outside who knew CPR and could do it. Kellan knew, but his arm was still in a sling from the car crash, breaking it. Aiden knew a little, but he had been upstairs checking on the girls, and that left me.
I hadn’t waited a single moment. I’d ran to my girl the minute her blood soaked and beaten form had shocked Beau to his feet. I’d grabbed her the moment she fell, and I’d started helping her the instant she’d stopped breathing, and her heartbeat hadn’t made a single sound beneath my ear.
Breaths. Again and again and again. At some point, she’d been dragged into a car with me. I didn’t stop, even as she lay in the backseat in Price’s arms. I didn’t stop as my brother took the curves and roads like a maniac, sending me nearly flying each time.
I lost count after a while. I lost count of anything and everything other than the desire to keep going and make sure she didn’t leave us again – make sure that whatever she had gone through to bring herself home, to rescue herself, hadn’t been in vain.
Sweat poured down me, my arms burned, and I kept going. I didn’t give up even once, not until we arrived at the hospital and a bunch of doctors ran out to greet us, and Sapphire was snatched from my arms.
Only then did I stop trying to save my girl from the death I could taste on her lifeless lips and I collapsed against the ground, shattered, sobbing and heartbroken once again.