If my chest wasn’t aching and every fiber of me wasn’t sick with worry, I’d appreciate his care for me.
I need Cash.
My heart sinks over the fact that I can’t feel Axel or Tate.What if they’re hurt too?That thought has me hyperventilating.
“I can’t fuckin’ take her like this,” Mason repeats, waving his hand at me. His cousin glares at him and smacks his chest.
“Mason, you’re being a fucking dick.”
Ink has to hold onto the counter as he gets down on the floor to look at me. “It’s Cash, Tate and Axel are safe. But Cash is in the hospital; he’s still alive,” Ink says soothingly. “Just breathe, okay?”
He goes through the motions with me, coaxing me to breathe in through my nose and out of my mouth. Once I’m finally able to breathe evenly, I stand up, using the counter for support, and look at Mason.
“No bullshit on the back of the bike or I’ll bring you right back here,” he threatens.
I just nod because I really need a ride to the hospital. Once I get there, I might punch him in the face, though.
“I’ll be right back. You call me if anything happens,” Mason says to Quinn, and she rolls her eyes at him.
I follow Mason out of the house, and as much as I hate getting on the back of someone’s bike who isn’t my pack, I do. I grip his shirt tightly so that I don’t have to touch any of his skin.
The drive to the hospital is agony, and the realization that I’m feeling nothing at all through the bond with Cash makes me want to die.
I leavea pissed-off Mason behind me as I storm into the emergency room lobby. I’m frantic as I head to the reception desk, but a blood-covered Axel cuts off my trajectory. He grabs me by the arms, and I stare into his dazed blue eyes.
He doesn’t speak and neither do I as I look at the amount of blood covering his white shirt.
Axel holds me in his arms as I collapse to the floor.
“Hey… they wouldn’t let me back. Lily, look at me,” he urges as I just sit haphazardly on the floor. “Lily.” He shakes me slightly, and I look back up at him. “He’s gonna be okay, he’s drugged up, but he’s gonna be okay,” he reassures.
“He’s okay?” I parrot, and Axel nods his head.
“Lucky bastard doesn’t even need surgery. The knife got him good, but he only has a small skull fracture. He needed a blood transfusion, and a fuck-ton of stitches, but he’s gonna be okay,” he promises while rubbing his hands up and down my arms.
“Where’s Tate?” I ask.
“He’s dealin’ with clean up. Prick doesn’t have a single scratch on ‘em.”
“I need to see Cash.”
“Come on, you’re his bonded. They’ll let you back,” Axel says, helping me on my feet.
Mason finally comes into the waiting room, glaring at everyone as he searches for us. Axel takes me under his arm and approaches him.
“After we get shit cleaned up, we can all go back to the compound. Can you figure out which Omegas have a place to go home to and which don’t?” Axel asks him.
Mason looks at him, and then at me. “What about the Wraiths?”
“Trackin’ down Omegas isn’t gonna be their biggest concern right now,” Axel replies cryptically.
“What’s the plan for Omegas who don’t have a place to go?” Mason asks, he phrases it like he isn’t an Omega himself.
“We’ve got a club to fuckin’ rebuild. Anyone who wants to stay and help can stay. I can’t say that things are safe or that everything is gonna be fine, but it’s a roof over their head and a promise that no one in the Dead Palms will lay a hand on them,” Axel vows.
If I wasn’t so worried about Cash, I’d melt at his words, but my anxiety is turned up to level ten, and I need to make sure he’s okay.
Mason doesn’t reply verbally to Axel but gives him a pat on the shoulder before walking away.
