48. Silence never sounded so loud
SILENCE NEVER SOUNDED SO LOUD
Lucas leaned over the man, checking his pupils while I changed his dressing on his wound.
He looked weary, as if he hadn’t been taking care of himself.
Summer stood a few tables away, combing the dirty hair of the girl.
She hadn’t spoken since she’d been checked over.
Lucky that she only had a sprained ankle when it could have been much worse.
I glanced down at her round belly. She hadn’t registered that they were still there. That the twins needed her.
“Karter, check this out,” Lucas held the man’s eyelid open and shined the penlight into it. The eye looked damaged, but I couldn’t tell until I moved forward.
A hand shot forward, gripping Lucas by the throat as the man, disoriented, growled out. I turned toward the cabinet, grabbing a syringe and the vial of ketamine.
Lucas stared back, his hand prying against the man’s grip. The lack of air and circulation leeched from Lucas as he looked in my direction. I approached him slowly, the needle ready when the doors opened and the biker came near.
“Let him go Ethan, it’s not him.” Her hand gently pressed his arm, and there was a moment of confusion, then recognition as he dropped Lucas.
Lucas clattered to the floor, coughing.
“You don’t need that doctor,” she whispered, and I set the syringe on the tray.
Ethan’s eyes latched onto Summer and then to the dead girl. He ripped the IVs out of his arm and stumbled toward her. Summer hadn’t moved in the chaos, didn’t even look up as he stood there next to her. Both were caught in a trance.