I can’t fucking breathe.
“Let her go, babe,” Savannah soothes, “Killian has her, and I’ve got you.”
“Is he dead?”
No answer.
“Someone fucking answer me!” I scream.
“No, ma’am,” It’s the officer who answers, “He’s on his way to the hospital.”
“Let her go,” Savannah orders softly, “Come on.”
“It’s okay,” Killian grabs my attention, “I’ve got her.”
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
“I’m sure,” He says gently, “Let her go so we can look after you.”
I hesitate for only a moment, but then I release Lily, and Killian spins away, taking her from me.
“Look at me, Sloane,” Savannah grasps my face. “Are you hurt?”
I shake my head.
“Good, now I need you to breathe with me, okay?”
I nod, and she gives the same instructions Dean gave previously. We stand for several minutes, with sirens wailing and lights flashing, and breathe. Eventually, it becomes easier, lighter, and when I can finally draw in breath, I collapse against the side of the car.
“Ma’am, if you’d just like to–”
“No,” I snap at the paramedic.
“They just want to check you out,” Savannah says.
“Sav, no,” I shake my head, “I can’t.”
Realization dawns on her, “She’s okay, really.”
“She appears pale and sweaty, shock can be quite dangerous.”
“We have a doctor on retainer, I’ll take her right there now,” Savannah says, but it’s like it’s coming through a funnel. I just want to see Dean, to know he’s okay with my own eyes.
They argue a little more, but it’s Savannah, and if anything, she’s stubborn, so she wins, leaving us alone for a few minutes at the car.
“Are you okay?” She asks me quietly.
“I think so,” I reply.
“What do you need?” She rubs my arms as chaos continues to rage around us.
“He saved my life.”
“You want to see Dean?” She presses. “We can go right now.”
I nod.
“Let’s go,” She links her arm with mine, “Killian can take you.”
