Page 189 of Fixation
I’m being cautious. Hopeful.
She’s in the passenger seat. Soon, I’ll get her to the hospital.
The engine roars. I’m about to get the hell out of here.
“What about him?” A pair of fists bang on my window. “Why aren’t you helping him?”
A. He’s dead.
B. He stole my woman.
That’s why.
The police will understand. Harper will wake up, and she’ll tell them why I had to do it.
First, I need her to live.
I back up, then press the pedal to the floor.
“We’re almost there, kitten.” I have one hand on her neck, steadying her. “Hang on.” My voice turns into a bark when I instruct my phone. “Call Bennet.”
The chief of surgery picks up on the first ring. “Anderson.”
“My cousin. She’s hurt.” Now that Harper and I are a couple, I can shout the truth about her identity from the rooftops. Thing is, explaining she wasn’t my cousin all along will take time. I don’t have a single second to waste. “She’s been in a car accident.She’s unconscious. A woman. Age twenty-two. About five-foot-two.” I curse under my breath. “I’ll be there in ten. Tell them to prep CT now.”
“I’m on it. Elliot. Here, right this minute, go and—” he calls out and hangs up.
“Anderson.” My name, slurred and raw on her lips. I nearly slam into the bike in front of me. Swerve. Recover. “Anderson, he took me.”
“Shh.” I rub my thumb along her jaw. Blow past a red light. “I’m so sorry, kitten. So sorry. I should’ve been there. I fucked up.”
“Are we going to…” she sighs. “The basement?”
I want to laugh. Can’t. I can’t even breathe right now. I need air—I need her breathing.
“We’ll get there later.” Traffic claws at me, threatens to steal more time. I drive up on the curb. People honk and yell.
Unless one of them puts a bullet through my head, I’m not stopping for anything.
“No,” she whispers. “No, Ander?—”
She doesn’t finish. Her head falls back.
Adrenaline spikes like fire in my blood.
“Harper? Harper?” I glance over. She’s out cold.
Don’t panic. Don’t panic. It won’t help her.
I search for her pulse. Steady.
She’s alive.
For now.
The hospital gates appear in the distance. They’ve never looked like this. Like heaven.
Three nurses. A surgeon. Bennet. A gurney is already out front.
