He’s covered in so much blood. My throat tightens.
“Talk to him, Cashmere,” Wraith says. “Let him hear you.”
“I’m here, baby,” I whisper, rubbing his chest, ignoring the blood soaking my fingertips. “Can you open your eyes?”
“Col—” He coughs but his eyelids flutter open, and he smiles when he sees me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You can’t. You promised me.” I kiss his forehead even though it’s hard as we’re jostling him to get him down to the basement. “You have to stay, okay? You have to fight.”
“I’m fighting. I won’t leave you. I love you so fucking much.”
“Holy shit,” Wraith whispers.
“Put him here. I’m ready.” The guys lay Specter on a table and the doctor cuts his shirt off while I watch.
His entire torso is a bloody mess, making it difficult to see where the bullet went in. The doctor pours water over Specter to clear the blood away, then he yells, “Got it.”
I surge forward, needing to see how bad it is. “Is he gonna be okay?”
The doctor doesn’t answer me as he gets busy grabbing instruments to work on my man. I’m pulled back gently by Wraith, and Bellamy flanks me on the other side.
Specter shouts in pain, and I flinch in response. This man is so strong; it must be excruciating for him to respond that way.
“I’m here,” I mumble, then louder. “I’m here, Specter.”
“Colson,” he says, his arm outstretched and reaching for me. “I’m okay.”
After a few really intense minutes, the doctor looks over his shoulder, searching for someone until he finds Shadow.
“Clean shot in and out, missed his organs. He lost a lot of blood but he’s gonna be okay.”
Tears flood my eyes and roll down my face as soon as I hear the words.
“I gotta close the wounds and get him on some antibiotics, but he just needs to rest and heal. He was lucky. An inch to the left and we would’ve had problems. Whoever did this is a bad shot.”
“He’s okay?” I ask Wraith, who still looks concerned but nods.
“He’s gonna be pissed, but he’ll be fine.”
I wait impatiently while the doctor cleans and stitches the wounds. Then the guys help Specter to his feet, but he’s woozy.
“I gave him some pain meds,” the doctor explains. “He’ll sleep them off, but I’ll leave a few more in case he needs them.”
“He doesn’t like pain meds,” Shadow says.
“I know,” the doctor says. “But he’s never been shot before.” He pats Shadow’s shoulder. “Call me if anything changes, but he should heal well.”
“Thanks, Lev.”
“Let’s get him up to bed,” Wraith says.
I follow the guys up to Specter’s room, watching anxiously as they help him into bed. He murmurs something, reaching out still. I step forward and grab his hand and he smiles.
“Colson.”
“I’m here,mon tueur.”
“What does that mean?”
