“What’s the house number, Harper?” he asked without turning away from Mickey.
“Five seventy-two.”
Graham repeated the number to the operator and disconnected the call. The pool of blood grew under Mickey, soaking through her clothes. He had to find the bullet wound. She’d bleed out if he waited for the paramedics to get here. He needed to put pressure on it to make the bleeding stop.
“Graham,” Harper said, but he ignored him as he glanced around to find something to help him take care of Mickey. “Graham!”
“What do you want?” Tears streamed down his face and hopelessness weighed down his mind. Mickey might still be breathing, but she wouldn’t be for long. He had to figure something out, and fast.
A hard hand landed on his shoulder, and he glanced up at Harper’s warm eyes. “Take a breath, son. You can’t help her if you’re a mess. You’ve been trained for this. Stop, look around,and form a plan. But first, we need to get that bastard in handcuffs. We can’t risk him waking up, even if you did beat the shit out of him.”
Harper was right. Graham blew a large breath in through his nose and pulled handcuffs from his back pocket. He brought Eric’s wrists together and snapped the cuffs in place. Harper yanked on the cuffs and dragged him away from Mickey. Using the switchblade, Graham cut the zip tie that bound her hands. Deep gashes marred her smooth skin around her wrists. A new wave of anger washed over him, and he ground his teeth together until it passed. He couldn’t focus on Eric…or what he wanted to do to his sorry ass…he needed to help Mickey.
Crimson stains made her tank top appear more red than green. His hands grazed over the thin material, searching for the source of the blood. The shirt had to come off. He lifted the hem of her shirt over her pale skin and sucked in a sharp breath as the material peeled away from her stomach. A hole pierced her skin on her right side. His fingers gently skimmed the backside of the wound…no hole.
“Shit. The bullet’s still in there. We need to get it out.” Sweat broke out on his brow and his hands shook.
Harper crouched down beside him with white gauze in his hands. “Don’t be an idiot. You’re not a doctor, and moving the bullet around might cause more damage. We pack the wound with sterile gauze and try to stop the bleeding as best we can.”
He used the back of his hand to wipe the moisture from his face and reached for the gauze. Harper shook his head and pushed him aside. “Let me do this. You talk to her until the paramedics get here. You never know what she can hear.”
Graham nodded, sank to the floor beside her head, and folded Mickey’s hand in between his own. His teeth bit into the inside of his mouth to stop more tears from coming. He had to keep his composure, had to be strong for her. “Help’s on the way,baby. You’re going to be fine.” He held his breath and waited for a response…but nothing. Her arm came off the ground as he lifted their hands to his forehead and closed his eyes against the soul-crushing pain.
A knock sounded at the door, followed by hurried footsteps. “Police and EMS in response to a gunshot wound,” a loud voice called out.
He opened his mouth, but emotion lodged in his throat and no sound came out.
“In the dining room,” Harper called. “We have one suspect cuffed and unconscious with us, two women in the back bedroom who’ll need medical assistance, and one critical civilian shot in the side who needs immediate medical help.”
Two police officers ran into the room with a medic on their heels. One of the officers whistled and asked, “What the hell happened here?”
Harper stood and authority vibrated from him. He took charge of the scene while Graham sat paralyzed with fear beside Mickey. Another medic rushed in with a gurney and stopped beside them. He glanced at Graham and said, “We’ve got her now. Please step back.”
“No,” he whispered. He couldn’t bear to let her hand go, to sever the connection. The two men in their white uniform tops and blue pants carefully shifted her onto the gurney, raised it, and started for the door. Graham kept pace beside them, his grip never wavering from Mickey’s cold hand. He helped them load her into the back of the ambulance and he sat beside her.
Please God, don’t let her die.
The sirens blared and they sped through the city. The ambulance screeched to a halt and the back door banged open. “You have to let her go now, sir.”
They pulled the gurney out of the ambulance and his grip slipped from her fingers as they took her away and rushed herinto the emergency room. Graham’s mouth dropped open and he stared into the dark city outside the open door. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think.
Dropping his head in his hands, he let the dam break. His shoulders shook and his lungs burned as sobs racked through him. He might have just lost the love of his life and he’d never gotten a chance to tell her.
The hard cushionsof the chair in the waiting room shifted under his weight. Time had stood still as he waited to hear from Mickey’s surgeon. The staff at the hospital had made a fuss about only letting family know about her condition, but Harper had shown up and smoothed the way for him to get whatever information they had.
And then he’d stayed. He still couldn’t believe it. The man who’d made his life a living hell the past month, the man who he had thought capable of horrible things, had come through for him in more ways than one tonight.
Graham leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. He stared at the clock. Two hours had passed since Mickey had been taken into surgery. His toe tapped against the cheap carpet under his shoe.
Harper walked in with two cups of coffee in his hands. He offered one to Graham. Heat penetrated the white Styrofoam and Graham set the cup on the floor. Anxiety bounced around in his stomach, no way could he drink caffeine right now.
A surgeon with green scrubs walked into the waiting room and glanced around. His tired eyes landed on Graham and he shot to his feet. Harper stood next to him and rested a hand on his shoulder as the surgeon walked toward them.
“How is she? Can I see her?” Graham’s voice shook as he spoke and his eyes searched the man’s face for answers.
The doctor sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “She made it out of surgery and is in the ICU. She’s not awake, but you can go in and sit with her for a few minutes.”
Graham nodded and followed the doctor out of the room. He stopped at the doorway and glanced back at Harper. Harper waved his hands as if shooing a fly. “Go on. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
