“Chopper’s on its way,” Mac hollered as she and Coop ran toward them from the south. “Ryker’s medics are on hand. ETA four minutes.”
Jake looked down at Liv. She was too still, and what little skin not covered in bruises or blood was too pale. Four minutes was too fucking long.
“How is she?” Hill asked gruffly as he came up from behind Jake.
“Her pulse is weak and thready,” Trevor answered, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s lost a lot of blood. Even with the chopper coming...”
He shook his head, his face contorted as he fought against the reality of the situation.
Trevor didn’t finish what he’d been about to say. He didn’t have to. Even with the chopper just minutes away, Olivia still may not make it.
Chapter 15
No. Fuck that. Livwas a fighter, and Jake wouldnotlet her give up, now.
“Olivia!” Jake’s raised voice was gravelly, and he didn’t even bother to hide the tears falling down his face. “Open your eyes.” Jake gently shook her bare shoulders.
No response.
“Olivia!”
He didn’t care how desperate he sounded. His entire world was bleeding out on the ground before him. He could practically see the life draining out of her, one agonizing heartbeat at a time.
Jake couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after all they’d been through. She would make it through this. He refused to entertain any other outcome.
While Jake kept trying to wake her, Trevor verbally assessed her injuries. “From what I can actually see, the cut on her arm is the worst. My guess is, her brachial artery’s been nicked. She obviously has severe bruising, and, of course, multiple lacerations on her back.” He clenched his jaw, pausing to reign in his anger.
“It looks like a bullet grazed her left shoulder, but the wound is superficial. Her knees are scraped up, too. We won’t know about internal injuries until we get her to the hospital.” Trevor leaned over toward the side Jake was sitting on. “Ah, shit, Jake. The bastard broke her wrist.”
Jake’s eyes flew down to the wrist closest to him. He’d been so worried about getting her cut down and making sure she was breathing, he hadn’t noticed how swollen and misshapen it was.
A tortured sound escaped his throat as he thought about her hanging from it.God, the pain she must have suffered.
He looked back up to her beautiful, battered face, wishing he’d made Javier Cetro suffer more.
He used that rage to push forward, refusing to let the bastard win. “Damn it, Liv. Wake up!”
