“I said save her!”
“Let them go. I can finish the job.” The overly calm doctor tried to negotiate.
“No one gets out!” I yelled, bending down to her ear, and cupped her cheek with my free palm while pointing the gun at the nurse with the other. “Little One?” I murmured, and scanned the room, then caressed her temple with my thumb. “I’m here now. Little One, I need you to wake up, okay? Wake up. Can you please do that for me? Right now.”
“Change her IV. We need to flush out the drug.” Another nurse grabbed a new saline bag for the IV and replaced the old one. “Sir… to live, she needs a blood transfusion,” he said, doing I didn’t even know what to her body.
I raised my eyes to him. “Take mine,” I said desperate to save her.
“No. I’m O negative. She’ll be safer with mine. Johnny come, close this up,” the doctor said.
As Johnny began to close her up, the doctor took off his lab coat and rolled up his sleeve. A nurse prepared the inside of his elbow for the blood, and I wondered what the fuck his angle was. This doctor was good at his job, and we’d managed to maintain a civil relationship through the years. There had been things I’d allowed him to get away with because I owed him. But there was no doubt in my mind he was a straight up psychopath.
“You’re not going to be able to move her, not with such a fresh deep wound,” he warned me, but I only glared at him, not believing a word he was saying. He was attempting to read my mind, find out what I was up to. The smell of smoke started filling my nose as his blood filled the line, traveling into her arm. Not long after, the pulse detector began to beep consistently again.
“Can these three leave at least? It’s a bit crowded here and the fire alarm is going off. It will just be you and me. No one has to get hurt. You know I’ll make sure she’s fine.” Our gazes locked. He was negotiating with me, again, and it was so fucking annoying.
I let go of the nurse the minute I saw her moving. “Free her from the zip ties.” He had to go around the other side to grab a pair of scissors, then returned to cut it.
Her lower lip slipped up over the top, making her look like a sad little girl. I pushed her hair back. “Shhh… It’s okay. You did good, Little One.” Her eyes opened a little before she lost consciousness again.
“Little One,” I called, my voice holding panic. “My Little One, you can’t die.” Although just a few hours ago I’d had no hope for the future, I had to give her some. “You need to live, my love,” Iwhispered into her ear and kissed her cheek. “You’re so young.” I kissed her eyebrow. “Today hurts, but maybe tomorrow will be the best day of your life. Maybe in a few months we will all be finally free. Please Little One. Please... You’re the only good thing in my life.”
“Killian...” she whispered.
“No, Little One. No. Don’t go to him. Stay here with me, for me. I promise I’ll fix it. I’ll make everything right. I promise. I’ll do everything to free you. I’ll give my life. They won’t hurt you again.”
One of the two nurses that remained dared to speak. “Sir—”
“Finish your fucking job, or I will brow your mother fucking brains out!” I threatened through my teeth.
“She’s okay. She’s just too weak,” Dr. Avery said, bringing the calm to the room.
“How much longer?” I asked him.
“Usually, these things take up to four hours.”
The last nurse had just exited the room. “Dr. Avery… I need your help. It’s obvious I need your fucking help. Help me!”
He was attempting to hide a cocky smile, one that pulled at the corner of his eyes and mouth but was very subtle. “What do you need from me, kid?”
“Help me save her. I need to get her away from here.”
“Fine…” He kept arranging things. “Aww young love. So delicious, isn’t it?” he joked as he adjusted so whatever was in the saline bag would drip quicker. “Listen. If I don’t give her an hour’s worth, she won’t even last thirty minutes.”
I didn’t wake her as the time passed at a snail’s pace and Dr. Avery’s blood filled the line. She needed the rest. I gawked at the clock, counting every second and minute while he stared at me in complete silence. The smoke was seeping under the doors. The walls moaned and crackled, and the ground swayed just abit. I was leaning over the railing of the bed, still raking my fingers through her hair.
“Sir! Tristan!” Ben’s voice yelled.
“I’m here.”
“What are you doing? The other side of the building just collapsed! All the girls are running away!”
“I don’t give a fuck. That’s why we have trackers on them anyway!”
Ben had a huge black backpack hanging from his shoulders. Usually, we weren’t supposed to take any equipment out of the building, but I guessed the fire would be an exception. I looked at Dr. Avery, who was still sitting there with the same expression. “Fifteen more minutes.”
We both gawked at him, wondering why the fuck he was so calm as everything began to vibrate.
