I stop fighting the arms, “Please.” I beg.
“She’s in good hands,” The nurse sighs, “Please just take a seat.”
“You’ll get me?”
“Immediately,” She assures me.
“Fine.” Forcing myself to relax, the arms hesitate for a few more seconds before they release me, andthough I itch to find her, protect her, I resist. The whole waiting room is watching with wide eyes, but no one says shit as I take a seat closest to those doors Olivia just disappeared through.
Elbows on my knees, I lean forward and drop my head, staring at the blood on my hands. Hers. His.
I wanted to go find his fucking body and mangle it some more. They hurt her.They hurt my wife.
Someone is going to fucking pay for this. Painfully.
I reach into my pocket for my cell, dialing Sebastian.
“News.” I demand when he answers.
“The event has been shut down. Everyone is leaving now. The body is being cleaned and Killian has the second guy and is taking him back to the cells. He’s a little bloody.”
“Keep him alive,” I order quietly, “I have questions.”
“Already told them,” Bast assures, “What the fuck happened, Kai?
“I don’t know.” I admit, “She went out for air, didn’t want me to come with her. I found them like that.”
“Is she okay?”
“I don’t know,” I feel my voice shake, “She was bleeding.”
“You at the hospital?”
“Yeah.”
“See you in five.” Bast hangs up so I drop the cell from my ear, gripping the device in my hand.
Sebastian shows up four minutes later, Willow, Deanand Savannah in tow.
“Killian will be here when he has–” Sebastian cuts himself off knowing he can’t say shit with the girls there. Savannah knows some but not all, and as far as I am aware, Willow is oblivious to our business.
I nod, understanding.
“Where is she?” Willow demands, her voice shaking.
“They’re working on her,” I tell them.
“What’s wrong with her?” She asks.
I shake my head because I don’t know. I don’t know the extent of her injuries or what they had managed to do before I got there.
A hand lands on my shoulder when the same nurse from before comes back through the doors, “Mr. Farrow. She’s awake.”
I shove away from the chair, “Can I see her?”
“Only one of you,” she eyes the group, “This is an ER not a damn café.”
“Where is she?” I demand.
