Brandon ignored him as Colin threw the keys to Sam.
“There’s a radio inside,” Dot said. “Contact the hospital and tell them you’re coming in.”
Brandon nodded, already jogging behind Sam. The sand sucked at his feet, but it barely slowed him. Sam opened the back seat of the patrol car and Brandon put Amy inside. He shuffled next to her and closed the door.
Amy’s face was white, and her eyelids flickered closed. Sam’s shirt was soaked in blood.
“Amy, stay with me,” Brandon said, tapping her cheek. “Step on it, Sam.”
Brandon cushioned Amy the best he could during the rough ride, keeping pressure on the wound. “I feel woozy,” Amy said.
He nodded. “That’s my overwhelming personality. Women feel faint around me all the time.”
Sam snorted and Amy cracked a smile before closing her eyes again.
“Come on, honey. I need to see those beautiful eyes of yours.”
Her eyes flickered and he could tell it was a real effort for her to keep them open. Her pulse was light, thready. As they reached the bitumen road, Sam hit the sirens and the accelerator.
Brandon continued to talk to her, but she didn’t respond, her eyes opening and closing before staying closed. “Amy!” Her pulse slowed. “Faster, Sam.”
It was the longest ride in Brandon’s life. He kept pressure on Amy’s wound, and monitored her pulse. At the hospital, a group of nurses waited with a gurney. He lifted Amy out of the car and placed her on it. “We’ve got her,” one nurse said as they pushed the bed into the hospital.
Brandon trailed after them. “I’m an army medic. I can help.”
A second nurse placed her hand on his arm. “We’ve got this. Take a seat.” She ran after the others.
He moved forward but Sam clapped him on the shoulder. “Leave it to them.”
Brandon spun around, the frustration and fear colliding inside of him. “She can’t die.”
Sam said nothing. They both knew hope wasn’t always enough.
Brandon paced the corridor while Sam answered the questions Tracy asked him.
People survived serious injuries like Amy’s all the time. He couldn’t lose her now.
He stopped pacing. He couldn’t lose herever.That’s what he wanted. A life with Amy. How had he fallen for her so fast?
He pictured the brightness of her smile, the quiet way she got things done and her joy when she laughed. He loved her.
His legs trembled and he stumbled into the nearest plastic chair of the waiting room. Sam was by his side in an instant. “You, OK, mate?”
“I love her.”
His friend immediately smiled. “Took you long enough to figure it out. You’d better tell her when she comes out of surgery.”
“I will.” The positive attitude was what he needed right now. Because he wouldn’t consider anything else.
“She got any family you should call?” Sam asked.
Shit. He hadn’t even considered it. “She’s Arthur’s sister.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Sherlock?”
Brandon nodded.
“But wasn’t she missing?”
