Page 82 of Accepting Fate
“I don’t know, I’m not a fucking doctor. Gray has a deep cut on his head that won’t stop bleeding. And the girl has a broken leg and probably more but won’t let any of us touch her besides Grayson.”
“Noah, you need to bring them to the hospital. They both need immediate medical attention. Get in the car and we will wait here,” I say trying to remain calm and not fall into a panic attack.
“No, we can’t. We can’t touch her, and Grayson won’t get in the car. Can you come stitch him up or something and see if you can help her?”
“Noah. They need a hospital.”
“Please, Lolo,” Noah pleads.
I look to Harper on what to do. Part of me wants to go to Grayson but the other part wants them to get their asses to the hospital.
Harper looks just as torn as I do. We both glance back at the hospital and back at the phone. When our eyes meet again, I know we are on the same page.
“Noah, I need you to tell me a few things, and then Harper–” I pause and mute the microphone. “You’re coming with me, right?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she blurts out. “I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this. Add me to the call. I’m going to run inside for the basics until they can get to the ER, then I’ll follow you out there.”
Nodding, I watch as she runs back inside holding her phone above her head, signaling for me to add her.
“Noah, I’m adding Harper to the call. She is going to come out there with me.”
I quickly add her and focus back on Noah. “How big is the cut and how badly is the girl’s leg broken? Is the bone sticking out?”
Please please please, don’t let the bone be sticking out,I beg silently.
“The cut is a few inches and no, the bone isn’t sticking out. It’s one of the ones in her calf. She can’t walk on it. Oh, shit. I forgot. Her wrist and fingers are all broken, too.”
Fucking hell. What the hell happened tonight to these two?
“Okay.” I try to stay calm. “Is Grayson pale or did he lose consciousness?”
“Maybe a little. I don't know Lolo. But he didn't pass out.”
Thank fucking god.
I hear Harper let out a sigh of relief over the phone.
“I’m coming out Logan,” Harper says. The sound of plastic crunching together as she runs back out to the parking lot echoes through the phone.
This will be fun to explain to Laura later.
“You’re on your way?” Noah asks, still sounding panicked.
I get in my Jeep and the phone connects to the speaker when I turn it on.
“Yeah. Text me the address.”
His text comes through, and I plug it into the GPS on the dash.
I see Harper run towards her car a few down from mine and throw arms full of supplies in her backseat. I back out of the parking space and wait for her to pull up behind me.
“Noah, let me talk to Grayson.”
I don’t care that Harper is still on the phone. I need to make sure my Bear is okay.
Noah’s muffled voice fills the car as we speed towards Cliff Haven.
“Hey, Angel.” Gray’s voice is low. It sounds like he’s half asleep.