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Zade steps back inside, and I look up when he places the bucket of water besidetwo towels and some T-shirts.
“It’s all I could find. Let me know if you need anything else,”
he says, bending down and kissing my cheek.
I look up, my heart skipping a beat, and nod. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be back to bandage her up.”
Our eyes meet before he leaves the room.
“Will she be ok?”
Adriana asks just when I see the bullet wound on the side of her neck. It missed but… barely.
“I’ll try my best. How long has she been unconscious?”
I ask, dreading theanswer.
“Days…”
Adriana’s voice is weak, and I glance at her. She’s scared. Deep down she knows I might not be able to do anything. “I tried, I really did, but they said they won’t see her because she wasn’t chipped… that by law they can only attend to someone who was legally chipped. I know I failed her.”
“You didn’t. Our system did,”
I reply quietly.
One that needs to be abolished and I will make sure it is. No matter what.
My eyes flash as I continue working on Ada, time passing painstakingly slowly for the others, but for me, it’s a race against the clock, as everything I do is adding to the stress that her body is under.
Zade returns soon after, and when he picks up a bandage and walks towards Adriana, a flash of fear flickers in her eyes.
“No thanks, I’m good,”
she says tensing.
“Are you ok?”
I ask, glancing up at her.
“I’m not really anyone…”
she murmurs as Zade cocks a brow.
“Don’t waste my fucking time,”
he says quietly.
“Please, Adriana, for Ada, you need to take care of yourself,”
I say firmly and she hesitantly lifts her top slightly and Zade deftly wraps the bandage around her.
I watch him for a split second, weirdly… I don’t feel jealous. I know I should, but his love for me… after last night… I don’t feel insecure at all.
He IS mine.
He leaves again and I continue the painstaking slow job of removing all the shards. He returns at one point and offers me a drink, replaces the water withoutbeing told, asking if I need anything.
His gentle brush or touch sends tingles of sparks through me.
“You need to rest for a moment,”
he says quietly.
“I can’t. Her body is under too much stress,”
I whisper, feeling exhausted, but refusing to let that show. I just wish I had more light.
It’s turned dark outside and even though he’s not letting on, he’s becoming increasingly on edge. I can smell gasoline from the hall and I wonder what he’s done, but I’m too busy to focus.
Adriana’s fallen asleep, but at least her heartbeat is steady and rhythmic.
But even with the waning light and the exhaustion, I can’t afford to stop working on Ada, time is running out and I need to finish this.
I pause suddenly, unease washing through me.
Something isn’t right.
I look back at the open door. Zade’s gone again, and I suddenly feel an odd sense of foreboding.
‘Zade… something isn’t right.’
‘We have company. Well done for catching that… but don’t stress it, I’ll take care of it,’ he says through the mind-link. I glance towards the window, my stomach twisting as I imagine someone opening fire from there.
‘I trust you,’ I murmur through the mind-link.
Moving Ada was not an option, and her heartbeat was already dipping dangerously despite the fact I had managed to get half of the bullets out and cleared up.
Please be ok…
The sound of something breaking makes me tense.
‘Lock the door,’ Zade’s voice comes.
‘Be careful baby,’ I breathe, my heart thumping as I swiftly get up and lock the door, scanning the room for anything to put in front of the door, but the room is empty save the bed and chair.
Fuck!
‘Zade, please, be careful.’ I repeat, trying to calm my sudden thumping heart.
‘I’ll be fine. Focus on what you’re doing, Little Mate, I’ll handle the rest.’ His voice is quiet, and I feel slightly calmer after his reassurance.
I return to the bed and get back to work, fishing out the fragments of the next bullet. These are strange bullets, not like any I’ve seen before. They seem to open upon impact and release small glass shards of poison inside the body.
I’m working on one of the ones in her stomach when I pause, seeing a piece of the glass lodged into her ureter.
I can hear the commotion from downstairs, doesn’t help me try to think what to do, my own heart thumping as I realise I will need to cut and reconstruct theureter…
I need light too, but I’m going to have to just make do.
I glance up at her unconscious form. I’m doing this with no assessments, hoping that she was in tune with her wolf to be able to survive this.
Her heartbeat has remained regular, albeit weak, and I’m hoping her healing will kick in and the wounds that were cleansed of poison start healing.
I rummage quickly in my kit, grabbing my mayo scissors as I work as fast as I possibly can. This is the last one I will tend to until we can move to a safer place. I wish Adriana was awake. I could use an extra pair of hands.
‘More are here. A few have gone upstairs! I’m coming, hold on baby girl,’ Zade’s strained voice comes.
I feel the surge of his aura through the house, turning just as the door is slammed right off its hinges. My eyes flash as I look at the man who raises his guns, pointing them directly at Adriana and me.
The instinct to protect my patients burns through me, my eyes blazing as he readies to open fire. “Looks like half of you are already dead here,”
he hisses from behind his mask which distorts his voice further.
“Let’s finish them,”
another one says from behind him. The two men turn their masked faces towards the three of us.
Not on my watch.
In a flash, I’m in front of the first one who has entered just as he shoots his gun. I duck, kicking him in the stomach, my heart pounding with rage at the thought of him attacking the unconscious women.
I stab the scalpel I was holding into his neck, just as a gunshot goes off from behind me, hitting him in the shoulder. He clutches at his neck as he falls to the ground.
I whip my head around to see Adriana sitting up, her hands holding her gun. The other man snarls as he launches himself at me, and I yank the scalpel free, as he kicks me in the chest.
I’m thrown to the ground, and I hit my head on the ground as he opens fire. My powers surge as I raise a shield between us and I hear Zade shout.
“Val!”
For the first time, I hear a sliver of fear in his voice. Just as I managed to grab the scissors I used to cut the ureter earlier and fling it across the room with everything I had.
It hits the man in the eye making him snarl in rage, my moment’s distraction as I focused on that throw weakens my barrier and one of his bullets hits my lower leg.
I’m on my feet again, ready, when his head is suddenly snapped from behind and he drops dead to the ground, revealing Zade behind him. Blood covers him from head to toe, rage and vengeance burning in his eyes…
ZADE.
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