I pulled it from her dead grasp and dialed 911. Panic was suffocating me. Fear was strangling me. I was too numb for the pain to hit me.
Chapter 26
Brad
He was pacing. Wouldn’t sit still, and I was sure he was going to wear a hole in the carpet of the waiting room. His jumper was still dripping wet from the rain, and he kept running fingers through his hair.
I did everything, from telling him it was going to be ok to trying to get him to sit down. The man was living on raw nerves, waiting. Waiting to hear if Abby was going to be ok.
But right now, I was worried if Reaper was going to be ok.
The man was slowly losing it.
The things worry can do to the mind. He would be blaming himself, and in some way, I felt guilty. If I hadn’t started that fight with Don, he would have left earlier and gotten to her sooner.
His phone was ringing on the seat next to me, and like he had done for the tenth time tonight, he ignored it. But I didn’t.
“Hello?”
“How’s Reaper?”
Kim.
“Pacing.”
“Well, we just hit the turn off, so we are about three hours away. Sucks right now you guys live so far away.”
“Well, we haven’t heard anything. All you are missing is Reaper pacing holes in the carpet.”
“Get him something to drink.”
“I think he’ll throw it at me.”
“Great time to turn into a wimp, Brad.” Kim’s voice wavered with frustration. “Can I talk to him?”
“I can only try.”
“Reaper, it’s Kim, she wants to talk to you.” I handed the phone to him, and he paused, looking up from the floor for the first time. Fuck, his eyes were bloodshot.
He took the phone and put it to his ear. “What do you want, Kim?”
Silence.
“I know that.”
Silence.
“You don’t understand. She could have been like that for an hour or days. I wouldn’t fucking know because I haven’t been home!” The rage in his voice caught the attention of people walking past. “She could die, and it’s my fault, so stop telling me I have nothing to worry about because right now, my whole life is in a fucking surgery bay.”
He snapped the phone shut and threw it at me as if it was my fault.
The man had a temper.
“For Harrison?”
Both our heads snapped to the lady in the white coat standing at the door.
“Yeah, that’s me. Abby Harrison. I’m her… partner.”