Twenty-Eight | Dom
Twenty-Eight
Dom
I needed to check on Jo as much as I needed to find the asshole who did this to her.
She laid on the floor, bleeding as I tried to force myself to figure out what to do.
Between the two of us, she was the one actually equipped to handle a medical emergency.
I had some experience, but it was mostly with sewing myself up after getting into shit I should have stayed out of.
Dealing with someone who had been shot and whom I wanted to save was a whole different story.
I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed as many towels as I could as I dropped to my knees beside Jo and started putting pressure on the wound. I couldn’t see how bad it was through all the blood, but it was close enough to her heart that I was beside myself with worry.
I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and quickly pressed buttons until Axel’s name showed on the screen.
“What’s wrong?” he answered, his voice thick like he had been sleeping.
“Someone shot Jo,” I bit out, putting more pressure as I watched in horror as the white towels immediately turned red from the blood.
She was losing way too much blood. If I couldn’t get it to stop soon, she would be dead—if she wasn’t already. She had lost consciousness, and despite my best efforts, I hadn’t been able to get her to wake up.
“Fuck!” he growled. “Is she okay?”
“She won’t wake up,” I said, a sob escaping my throat. “There’s so much blood. I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m on my way. I’ll get Dr. Foster and bring her with me. I’ll call you back as soon as she’s with me so she can walk you through what to do.”
“Okay.” I hung up and tossed my phone to the floor while I pressed down harder, praying I could get the bleeding to stop.