“Fuck!” He shifted slightly, and his vision blurred. He dug deep for the hard fought will that had gotten him through his SAS training–and many other shit situations–to douse his consciousness of how fucked up his shoulder was.
It worked enough to right his vision.
The sound of sirens registered. The place would be swarming soon. But all that mattered to him was Indigo and getting her the help she needed. He didn’t give a fuck about his shoulder. He’ddeal with the fallout of him tackling Louella once he knew that Indigo was okay.
“It’s fine,” he told Jeffrey.
“Right. We’ve got Louella subdued.”
Wilt nodded, his attention only on Indigo, watching her chest rise and fall. He had wanted to pummel Louella for what she’d done to Indigo. How he’d contained the rage that singed his soul was a miracle.
Perhaps it was because of the woman he now held, lying with blood seeping out of her, that motivated him to move away when others came to help.
Footsteps pounded, and then there was a flurry of activity. Paramedics falling to their feet, opening bags, and pulling out the necessary items to stop the flow of blood and to stabilize Indigo enough for them to take her to hospital.
He hadn’t wanted to let her go, but the small part of him that was still rational, stepped aside and let them do what they needed to do.
“You need to get that shoulder tended to.” A paramedic stood in front of Wilt.
“It’s fine.” The throbbing was back, and as much as he tried to ignore it, it was becoming impossible.
“Doubtful, and I’m not leaving until you let me put it back in. The longer you leave it unattended, the worse the recovery is going to be.”
Wilt scoffed. “Shoulder is already fucked, but go on do what you have to do.”
The paramedic stepped closer. Wilt kept his focus on Indigo, watching as the two men tended to her, consciously relaxing his body when, in a few seconds, his shoulder would be aching in a way he’d become familiar with a few months ago when he’d dislocated it then.
“Fuck,” he hissed, as it took them three attempts before the joint was put back in.
“Make sure you get that looked at. It’s likely you’ve got some tendon damage.” The paramedic adjusted the sling that Wilt accepted without argument. There was no point, he knew he needed to wear it.
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” he mumbled, aware that they were getting ready to move Indigo.
“You going with her?” Jeffrey asked.
“Yes.” There was no way he was leaving her side. He didn’t care if they argued with him, he was getting in the back of the ambulance with her.
“I’ll deal with the police. I’ll send them to the hospital. Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of all this. I can’t believe it was Louella. She’s been with us the whole time. Even Vincent is shocked.”
“Thanks, appreciate it.” Wilt looked to where Louella was sitting cuffed with the police in front of her. “It’s always the ones you least expect,” he mumbled, annoyed that his background checks hadn’t shown anything unusual, he’d even noted that Louella’s sister was a model but now worked for a different agency after leaving Zara’s six months prior to this job. From what he’d found, it was a friendly split. There’d been nothing to suggest that Louella had any sort of issues and was a threat to the woman he loved.
Fuck, how I love her!
The thought eased the throb of his shoulder. It didn’t scare him, he embraced the feeling, finally understanding what his friends felt toward their soulmates.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry this happened.” Jeffrey’s words hauled him back to the present. “Keep me updated on her progress.”
“I will.” Wilt followed the gurney carrying Indigo, and the paramedic didn’t even open his mouth to argue when Wilt climbed in the back with him.
He took a seat on the bench next to Indigo. Her face as pale as the sheet covering her. Wilt closed his eyes, but the image of the blood seeping out of her was imprinted on his mind. It wasn’t something he was going to forget easily.
Gently, he picked up her hand with his uninjured one. He brushed his thumb across the top of it. “I’ve got you, Diva. I won’t let you go.”
She had to survive this. He wouldn’t accept any other option because now that he knew her, now that he’d had her, now that he loved her, he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.
“Please wake up. Even for just a second. I need to see your beautiful eyes.” He brushed his lips across the top of her palm, hoping that, even while unconscious, she could feel him close to her. Feel the love he had for her.
Her eyelids fluttered open for a second before closing again. Wilt liked to believe she’d done that to show him that she was going to fight. Fight with everything she had to come back to him.
