Page 65 of Revived
My voice breaks. “Da…”
Chapter thirty-two
Flynn Byrne
Mac and I meet everyone at the hospital after putting the fucking dead man on ice. He isn’t literally on ice, but he’s in a secure location where he’s less than comfortable. A location that I was less than thrilled to find out my brothers own just in case a situation like this ever happened.
It’s unnerving to know they anticipated bullshit to find us, but I don’t completely blame them, obviously we needed it. Xavier texted me where the waiting room is when we were pulling in, and I’ve been here enough for different reasons to know my way around.
We make our way up to the waiting room quickly, some part of me pulling to where my twin brother is. I don’t believe in twin telepathy, but at the same time, I know when he’s hurting, and right now he’s in agony. I’ve been in his position before only a few short years ago. Hell, he was in this position just a few years ago.
My sweet Annie was taken from me over three years ago in the cruelest way. She was ripped from me, and with the majority of my heart. Our relationship was unconventional. We weren’t actually together when she passed, but we had just promised each other a real shot right before she was killed.
We had dated in college for a couple of months before we got in a stupid fight. From then on I watched her from the sidelines. I made sure she was safe and cared for. Until I didn’t. Until I fucked upmajorly and didn’t clock Calvin coming into her life. He used and abused her, and in the end he took her life.
I haven’t been the same since that day, nor has anyone who knew her. She was the light in the world shrouded by shadows that we grew up in. I’ll never forgive myself for what happened to her, and I’ll never love anyone else even a fraction of the way I loved her.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts and almost break at the sight of my twin crumbling in the waiting room chair. His elbows are on his knees with his head in his hands. He’s bowed over, and our friends are close but keep a safe distance so he doesn’t feel crowded. Unfortunately for him, I’m not them, and unless he decks me, I can get as much in his space as I want to.
Sitting in the chair directly beside him, I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me until his head meets my lower chest. He silently cries into my shirt until the elevators open and out step Elle’s dad and our oldest brother and sister-in-law.
Our parents.
Rowan walks over and pulls Sully up to his feet before wrapping his arms around him. I watch Sully's hands grip the back of Rowan’s shirt like he’s the only thing keeping him upright, and he just might be.
Clara comes over and wraps me up in her signature mama bear hug. I may have my own problems with my brothers but that’s something I can put aside for right now, and that has nothing to do with my sisters-in-law, brother-in-law, or my nieces and nephews. So I let the closest thing I’ve had to a Ma for eleven years hold on tight, and I soak in every single second.
I’m faintly aware of Theo finding the front desk while all of this is going on as well as the way his voice raises and deepens as he demands answers from someone. He’ll probably get them before we will. Notbecause he’ll sling his gun around, which, just to be clear he will, but because I’m pretty sure he's her emergency contact on her gym forms.
Speaking of, I have no idea if they called the competition or continued on with it. All I know is that along with our crew, a glassy eyed Kenz is curled up in a waiting room chair. Addy didn’t show, but to be honest that isn’t surprising with the information that Mac dug up on the way here once we had the asshole’s I.D. Turns out that the man who has been stalking Elle since we were all in high school is none other than Addy’s older brother, Silas.
I have a multitude of questions and no answers for them. We’ll get them, I have no doubt about that, but until then he isn’t going anywhere and we need to make sure Elle is okay. Pulling away from Clara, I offer my seat and hug my big brother as he breaks away from Sully.
“Theo’s going to get kicked out of here.” I tell him quietly.
“Nah, he’s tame compared to me when my kids get hurt. They’ll give him answers and probably bring him back to her.”
We make small talk for a couple of minutes before the doctor comes out and we all stand to gather around him.
“Elena Rory’s family?” He asks, looking around.
“Yes. I’m her father, and this is her husband.” He shocks us all when he grabs Sully by the shoulder and pulls him until they’re standing beside each other.
“Elena came to us with a glucose level of forty. According to medics, that was after being administered Glucagon in the field. She is in a diabetic coma, and we’re having a hard time stabilizing her glucose levels. As for her elbow and forearm, both will require surgery once we get her blood sugars stable enough. You two can go back and see her, and as soon as we get her awake and able to maintain her levels, we can take her in for surgery.”
I’m having a hard time processing what he says, so I know Sully is too. When Sul nods his head robotically and follows Theo, I know I’m right. I watch him disappear behind the secured door, and for the second time today I send up a prayer to whoever listens to them that he won’t walk the same road of heartache that I am.
Chapter thirty-three
Elena Rossi
What in the world is that incessant beeping? Where the hell am I? I try to move my hand to cover my ears, but a sharp pain shoots up my arm causing an involuntary whimper to fight its way up my throat. I can hear voices, but they sound like they’re underwater. Fighting my way closer to consciousness, the voices become clearer. My Papa and Sully. My entire body aches, and I just want to go back to sleep.
“Come on baby girl, show me those pretty green eyes. I’ve missed them.” I can feel his thumb rhythmically stroking the back of my hand.
I fight to open my eyes, because speaking of pretty eyes, I’ve missed his too. My eyes open with a wince, expecting to find the room bright, but to my surprise, the lights are off. The room is silent aside from Sully’s whispered pleas and my father’s shoes pacing across the room. I blink a few times before my eyes adjust to being open and they’re able to focus on Sully standing above me with his upper body bent so he’s in my point of view.
“There she is.” A huge grin splits his face just before his head is pushed out of the way and my Papa’s right there.
