“Yeah, Kitten. She’s ok,” I said softly.
“Fuck, thank God.” Beau’s legs gave out and I barely had time to catch him.
“Beau,” I yelled, lowering him to the floor.
“He’s crashing,” the officer said, helping me put him on the floor.
“What the hell does that mean?” I snapped.
“It’s the adrenaline leaving his body,” he said, waving over a paramedic. “He’s fine.”
“Sir, move over.” A paramedic pushed me aside.
“You shouldn’t have come up here,” Officer Brolin said, walking to me.
I shrugged keeping my eyes on Beau. “I’m not a patient man.”
“Come on, let’s get you downstairs and?—”
“I’m not leaving without him,” I growled.
He cocked his eyebrow.
“Please don’t make me explain our situation. Just know he means as much to me as my wife does downstairs and it’s the same for her too,” I sighed, running my hand through my hair.
I felt one paramedic looking at me, but I ignored it. I didn’t owe anyone an explanation.
“Fine, but once we go downstairs don’t let my boss see you,” he groaned. “The last thing I need is him up my ass for not paying attention to you coming up here.”
“Deal,” I said, looking at Beau as they put him on a stretcher.
“Get away from him!” Beau’s stalker yelled again. “He’s mine!”
I grabbed his hand quickly, squeezing it, hoping he knew someone was with him. I looked over at the man who had terrorized Beau. If there weren’t so many cops here, I would have beat the asshole until he was unconscious.
The paramedics went down first, and I took the second elevator with a few officers who would exit first, then I would sneak out undetected. The lobby was empty except for a few residentswho were being nosy.
There was so much commotion I slipped out with a few girls who were yapping about what had happened. I talked to them like I lived here saying what I had heard. They thanked me for the tea as I rushed to the ambulance.
“What’s wrong with him?!” Iris yelled, as they loaded Beau in.
“Hey, he’s crashing from adrenaline, he’s fine,” I said, pulling her back.
“Why is he covered in blood?” she cried. “Did he get shot or stabbed?”
“Petal, he’s ok. It’s not his blood,” I said, holding onto her.
“Ma’am, if you’d like, you can come with us.” The paramedic who had heard me talking to the officer about our relationship said, “You need to get checked out too and it makes no sense taking two ambulances.”
“Thank you,” she said, relieved, climbing into the ambulance.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital, ok,” I called out.
“Wait, can he come with us?” Iris panicked.
“I gotta get my truck, Petal,” I said. “I’ll be right behind you.”
She looked unsure before nodding as the doors closed.
