Page 131 of My Fiancé's Brother 2

For a second my entire world went dark. It felt like I was in a tunnel. I fought to get back to the light.

“He’s alive?”

“Your husband is alive.”

I sat there completely still. “Where is he?”

“He is currently being medivac’d to the Navy Seal hospital in Virginia.”

My lips parted, but no words came out.

“Do you understand?”

“My husband is alive?”

“Yes.”

I fought to grasp what they were telling me. “Is he injured?”

“I don’t know any more details than what I have told you.”

I grabbed Beth’s hand and squeezed it hard. “When will he be arriving?”

“We estimate that he will arrive at the base in about 9 hours.”

I started to laugh and cry at the same time. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I hung up the phone and then Beth and I hugged and wept.

Eight hours later,I stood in the waiting room of the hospital with Beth next to me. Jackson hadn’t arrived yet. No, they had no news. No, they couldn’t tell me anything. I needed to take a seat, and they would come and get me when he arrived.

Fifteen minutes later, Forbes walked into the waiting room. He hugged me hard.

I was vibrating.

“Where is he? Is he okay?”

“They’re admitting him. The doctors are looking him over.”

“What happened? Is Guinness okay?”

He guided me to sit down. “Jackson’s bird went down. Both of the pilots were killed on impact. MacDog survived unscathed. Guinness was banged up pretty good. His leg was broken.”

I wordlessly shook my head.

“Before they could escape, they came under fire from multiple insurgents. MacDog took one clean shot that went through his shoulder.”

My lips parted in shock.

“They took on a group of 20 or more men and managed to fight their way out of there.”

Horrified, I shook my head.

“It took them three weeks of moving through extremely violent and rough terrain before they found their way out. Guinness’ leg was busted so bad, MacDog carried him. We estimate they traveled over 80miles through the jungle and over a fucking mountain before finding their way to one of our outposts. Jackson carried Guinness despite having a bullet wound in his shoulder. We have no fucking clue how they survived. When they arrived Guinness was unconscious, and MacDog was delirious.”

“What about Guinness?”

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