“Barely,” Frost answers, his face scrunched up in stress.
“And Harris?”
My panicked eyes dart back and forth between my girl and Harris.
Cynthia is wailing. Oddly, she stops suddenly, going silent; seeming oblivious to it all.
Trikk and Purge are in the seats closest to 6. Razor and Synn are up front with Jax.
Purge leans in to check Harris’s pulse. “It’s strong, but thready,” he reports.
“Good,” Jax says. “He will hopefully pull through. In the meantime, you boys need to put pressure on those wounds. We need to slow the bleeding down as much as possible.”
A loud sob breaks the air, and I swear inwardly. I forgot that Valley and Bryan are still with us. They're in the very back of the SUV.
Valley scrambles over the seats, knocking us in our faces as she passes.
“Nyx,” she cries, throwing her arms around Malishka.
Bryan jumps up to sit beside her, clutching her hand in his, offering silent support.
“Fuck this shit,” Trikk curses, and he climbs over the seat, pushing me out of the way. “Bambi. Come back to us.”
I lunge to push him out of my way, but Frost’s voice stops me. “Let him have a turn, brother.”
I don’t say a word, just get as far back as possible, and palm my blade. I cut shallowly up my arm, trying to remember how to breathe.
Please, God—make her be okay. She's the love of my life.
I can’t live without her.
Synn
I am biting my tongue so damn hard, I taste the sharp metal of blood. I swallow it down.
I am done just sitting here, spinning around every two seconds to check on Pazessca.
Jax is practically speeding down the road, and it’s tossing me back and forth. Fuck seatbelts.
Hopping over the seats, I reach where Pazessca is lying so still.
“Move,” I grit out, at whomever. I don’t care. I just need my girl.
Trikk reluctantly climbs up, taking the seat I just vacated.
“Pazessca,” I growl low in my throat. I place my hands on her chest, trying to reassure myself with her heartbeat. It's there, just so faint. Too faint.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I bark to Jax.
“Synn,” Valley whispers from the other side of my girl. “She’ll be okay. She's the strongest bitch to ever walk the earth.”
I grunt and nod. Nothing I don’t already know.
My eyes cut towards Harris, where Cynthia is currently crying loudly. Purge is still putting pressure on one of Harris’s wounds, Razor putting pressure on the other wound.
“How’s he doing?” I ask them. I'm a bit shocked I even give a shit, but I do. Harris has been a huge help. I guess we can even consider him one of us...
“He’s hanging in there,” Purge responds.
