“You fucking piece of shit!” I shouted, clocking him again.
“Fuck you!” Ryder shouted back. “Fucking asshole! Psycho!”
I let out a huff of air as his fist connected with my ribs. I swung on him again, and he dodged it. Then he swung at me, and I blocked it before our fists flew more.
“Stop! STOP!” Rosalie yelled. “Please?—”
And then she was stumbling. Falling.
She tried to catch herself, but it was a losing battle. She went careening sideways, her head smacking against the cupboard as she tumbled to the floor. She landed with a thump, her little body limp, and her eyes closed.
Immediately, our fight ended, and we rushed to her.
“Rosebud. Rosebud!” My heart pounded hard in my chest as I checked her pulse, the very real fear that we’d killed her by giving her a damn heart attack rushing through me.
Her heart beat strongly beneath my fingers, but her head was bleeding.
“Fuck,” I choked out.
“Why did you fucking attack me?” Ryder shouted. “You fucking idiot!”
I couldn’t deal with him right now. I was never a nervous person when I worked on a patient, but in that moment, my hands shook as I tried to wake Rosalie.
“Baby. Baby, hey.” I rubbed her chest, but she didn’t respond.
“Oh god.” Ryder tugged at his hair. “Red, baby, wake up. Fuck!” He pulled out his phone, but I’d already scooped Rosalie into my arms and was halfway to the door. He rushed after me and, thankfully, didn’t give me any shit.
“What car is yours?” I demanded.
“The Lincoln.” He pointed to a blacked-out SUV in the parking garage.
We wasted no time getting to it. He opened the back door for me, and I got in with Rosalie in my arms. He jumped into the front and quickly backed out.
“Where do I go?” he called out.
“Mercy,” I said.
He squealed out and headed in that direction.
“Rosebud, hey,” I said, cradling her against me. Her head was bleeding still, so I knew she’d need stitches.
If she woke up.
FUCK.
I had no idea what happened to her. I knew she wasn’t feeling well beforehand.
“Baby, please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I held her, trying not to cry. I had no idea what the fuck was going on with her andRyder, but holding her limp body against mine let me know I overreacted and should have just talked to them.
She was breathing normally, so I kept telling myself she was knocked out. She’d come back. The baby was safe.
I pulled my phone out and called Enzo, my hand shaking.
“Hey, man—” he answered on the second ring.
“I fucked up. Rosalie…. Fuck. I need you. I’m headed to Mercy with her.”
“What the fuck is going on?” he demanded. I could hear him moving around.
