Most of his words were incomprehensible. I pressed my phone hard to my ear, trying to hear him over the cacophony of background noise. “Did you sayhospital?”
More static, and then Leo’s muffled voice broke through. My earhurt from the loud noises coming from the speaker, but I didn’t turn down the volume as I tried to catch his words.
“We’re almost—once we—checked in—will take a taxi—pick up.”
“What? Leo, I can’t hear you.”
“Shit. Fuck.”
Of course those words came through crystal clear. There was a loud clattering sound and then the call cut off.
I called back right away, but all I got was an endless series of rings and King’s curt voicemail message.
Waves of hot and cold crashed over me, and I felt like I was about to throw up. Maybe I’d heard wrong and King hadn’t said hospital. He could have saidBroadway show.
Yep. That seemed likely.
A text from King came through and I fumbled to open it.
King
Wilder passed out. We just got to NYGH. Stay there. Leo or I will come get you
Lucy
What’s wrong with him? Is he going to be ok??
Waiting for a response was agony. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen until it came through.
King
In the ER, running tests.
Don’t panic. I’m sure he’ll be fine
That wasnotreassuring.
I pulled up my maps app and typed inNYGH. New York General Hospital. Two miles away.
I sprinted through the lobby and out the front door. I had no idea if you could actually hail a taxi like they did in the movies, but I wasn’t about to wait for my guys to come get me.
I stepped off the sidewalk and held out my hand, feeling like the main character fromKnots and the City. A few torturous seconds ticked by and then a bright yellow taxi pulled up beside me.
I sprinted into theER, spinning around when I hit the waiting room and still didn’t see my guys.
I half collapsed on the check-in desk, startling the woman sitting there.
“Just enter your Social Security number—”
“I’m not a patient. My alpha is here. Wilder Everett?”
The woman pursed her lips and typed something on her computer. I clenched my jaw and my fists to stop myself from shouting at her to hurry. My omega was seconds away from a complete meltdown, and that would not endear me to the hospital staff.
Before the woman finished typing, the door at the back of the waiting room opened, revealing Leo.
I choked out a sob and sprinted toward him, slowing just enough so I didn’t take him to the floor when I crashed into him. His arms wrapped tight around me and I pressed my face to the exposed skin of his neck.
“Azizam, I was coming to get you,” he said in stern disapproval. “How did you get here?”
