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“He’s unresponsive,” he snapped back, ducking a blow from Lefty. “We have a helicopter five minutes out. We’ll get him help.”

“But he’s alive?” Seeing my opening, I swooped in and knocked Lefty over. It was all I could do. My arms felt like they weighed a ton. I was out of punches, goddammit. I couldn’t fucking fight anymore.

And maybe I didn’t have to. In the nick of time, Ryan and Hudson—and that had to be Wilson… They all ran over with their carbines raised.

“Thank fuck…” Crew panted and staggered back.

Shots cracked through the air.

I looked at him pleadingly.

Tell me he’s alive.

He hesitated and spat on the ground. “He was a few minutes ago, but he’s lost a lot of blood.”

Oh God.

My stomach twisted and churned, and I turned to run back to where we’d left Beckett. He’d had Ryan covering him, but now that Ryan was here…

I ran faster.

I couldn’t fucking breathe, but I ran.

“No more heat signatures!” I heard someone shout. It sounded like Coach.

Was it over?

Someone was running toward me, half concealed from all the smoke, and I recognized him soon enough. Slater.

“Is it over?” I croaked.

“We’re expanding our perimeter to make sure, but we think so,” he replied firmly.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Thanks. Did you see Beckett?”

He gestured toward the cars near the center of the lawn. “They’re carrying him over to where the bird can touch down.”

Because he couldn’t walk himself. Because he wasunresponsive.

I was gonna throw up.

CHAPTER 5

October 4th, 2024

Bo Beckett

Why couldn’t I move? I frowned and cracked my eyes open a little, and I immediately hated the bright lights. Why were they switched on? The perk of being back at Hillcroft, as opposed to the room I’d shared with some random civilian at the hospital yesterday, was that I could decide for myself when the lights went out. Goddammit.

I blinked and took in the pristine white surroundings.

Oh, I’d been in here before. The medic bay had two private rooms for recovery, and this one had the shitty TV up in the corner. On the other hand, this hospital bed was a little wider. Which reminded me—why couldn’t I move?

Oh.

I glanced down and immediately spotted a certain someone sprawled half on top of me, thankfully on my good side.

I exhaled and let my head drop onto the pillow again, and I carefully put my arm around him.

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