I hold her tight as I sprint down the sidewalk, the snow crunching under my feet. I ignore the burn in my lungs, the scream in my muscles as I push myself to go as fast as I can, curling myself around her to shield her the best I can from the elements.
It’s when I can see the hospital ahead of me, the lights shining against the snow on the ground, when Olivia stirs in my arms.
“Almost there, kitten,” I rasp to her.
I storm into the ER, drawing everyone’s attention, “Help her!” I roar.
Nurses rush toward me, a bed is pushed in front of me, which I lay Olivia on. She’s still dazed but she’s groaning, almost fully awake, lashes fluttering against her pale cheeks.
“What’s her name? What happened?” All the questions blur into one, everyone’s voices sounding the same.
“Olivia Farrow.” I answer, “She was attacked.”
“Who are you?”
“She’s my wife.”
They start to take her away from me, toward a set of blue double doors. “Sir you can’t come.” A nurse stops me from following but quickly removes herself from my path when I glare down at her.
“You will not keep me from her,” I warn, slamming through the doors after Olivia.
“Sir, I will call security!” The nurse yells, “You can’t go back there!”
“Fucking watch me!”
“Sir!”
Sudden arms are yanking me back, tackling me back toward the waiting area.
“Get your hands off me!” I growl.
“Sir! Mr. Farrow!”
There are three guys holding me back and I glare down at the nurse who ordered them to stop me. I memorize her face, the steel in her eyes.
“You cannot go back there. There is nothing you can do,” She tells me sternly, “You will have to wait inhere.”
“That’s my wife!” I growl, trying to get free. I’ll fucking kill them all.
“I understand,” She softens a little, “When there is news, we will come get you.”
“No, she needs me!”
“Sir,” She sighs, stepping back a little when I snatch away from one of the arms holding me. “You need to calm down. You have blood on you, are you also injured?”
“It’s not mine,” I growl.
A flicker of fear joins the steel in her eyes.That’s right, be fucking afraid of me.
“Sit down, Mr. Farrow.” She hides that fear quickly, “I will come get you when there is news. Is there any medical history we should know about? Allergies to any medicines?”
“Let me back there!”
“I will have you removed if you do not calm down.”
Fuck.
I have no fucking control here.
