“We’re going to need an X-ray; I think you may have broken your ankle.”
I follow his line of sight to find my ankle the size of a goddamn football and cry out again. “God, what does that mean?”
“It means we need to get you to the hospital.”
“Hospital? Don’t be ridiculous. I just need a minute.”
“I’m sorry, Keeley. But you don’t. You need an X-ray and you’re likely going to need surgery.”
“Surgery?”
“Stop repeating everything he says,” Easton grumbles, and I wish he was close enough for me to slap him.
Robin pulls his radio from his pants and buzzes the nurse, saying four little words that make me sink my head into my hands. “We need a wheelchair.”
Wedon’t need anything.Ido. I need a fucking wheelchair and I don’t have time for this.
“Easton, can you help me get your sister upstairs?” Robin speaks to Easton next and my head whips around so fast, my neck hurts.
“Touch me and I’ll murder you in your sleep.”
Someone snorts and when I glance up, my eyes lock on the top step, making me lose my train of thought as a full-body shiver runs through me.
I suck in a breath as I replay what happened,my heart racing as Vance stepped closer, my throat clogging as he reached for my waist. I gulp back another breath, and another, each one more frantic as the air fails to fill my lungs.
The world around me spins, and I vaguely hear Easton’s voice begging me to answer. All I can do is shake my head over and over.
I need Sal. I have never needed a man for anything. But I need him now.
Chapter Forty-Four
SALVATORE
Icall Keeley for the fourth time in as many minutes and pace as I wait for her to pick up. She called me and asked me to call her after the meeting, then our meeting got canceled, and no one can tell me what the hell is going on.
When Keeley doesn’t answer again, I try calling Wes, since he was also set to attend the meeting. But I’m once again forwarded to voicemail, making me throw my pen across the room.
As if I don’t have enough to worry about here in New York, now there’s something going on back home.
After blowing out a breath, I scroll through my recent call list until I find Coach Pierce, and I’m just about to try him next when my phone rings, and my stomach drops.
Easton Wilder.
The one guy I never expected to call me. Ever.
Nausea fills me as I answer. “Easton? Is everything okay with Paige and Isaac?”
“Yes, they’re both fine.” He pauses as I sigh, but my relief is short-lived. “It’s Keeley.”
“Keeley? What happened?”
“I don’t know exactly. She fell down some stairs and broke her ankle. They’re taking her to the hospital, and she needs you to come home.”
“Fuck, is she okay?”
“Physically, yes. Broken ankle aside.”
“Physically?”What the fuck does that mean?
