Page 34 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
Part 3
Troy
My head was fuzzy as I left the hospital. As hard as I was trying to think about what I could do about Blyss, I couldn’t come up with anything. I had to hope the nurses would decide to tell her the truth, even if the doctors had said not to tell her a thing about why she was in the ICU ward of the hospital.
As I got to my Jeep, I was about to get in the car when I heard the sound of metal crunching, tires squealing, and people screaming. It was coming from down the street that ran in front of the hospital. I just started running toward the commotion. What I found were three cars piled up, and one wrapped around a light pole. Several people stood outside of the cars, but it was obvious that people were trapped in the car that had turned into a horseshoe.
Making my way to the more distressed car, I found a little girl in the back seat. A man was driving and his head was resting on the steering wheel. A woman was in the passenger seat, and she was laid back, a line of blood was running from her forehead, and her eyes were closed.
The little, dark-haired girl opened her eyes and they locked with mine. “You’re okay. I’m going to get you out.”
Even though she looked thoroughly confused, she nodded, which was a good sign she didn’t have any head trauma. Turning back to find something to break out the window with, I didn’t see anything, then my hand moved to my belt buckle.
I looked back at the little girl. “Take off your seatbelt and move as far away as you can from the window. Turn your head and cover your face. I’m going to break the window and get you out of there, okay, pumpkin?”
She nodded again and did as I’d told her to do. I gave another glance to the people in the front seat and found they were still knocked out. I tossed the blanket I had on the ground. Pulling my belt off, I wrapped it around my hand so the brass buckle was covering my knuckles and the leather protected the rest of my hand.
One punch did nothing but jar my entire body. The next made small cracks that radiated from the center. One more, and I had the window smashed. I pulled the safety glass out easily after that, and in no time, I had the kid in my arms.
Her body was shaking as she clung to me and put her head on my shoulder. “Are my mommy and daddy going to be okay, mister?”
The sounds of sirens moved in and around us as the first ambulance arrived. I ran my hand over the child’s little head. “I’m sure they’ll be just fine. The doctors take really good care of the people who go to the hospital, and I’ll stay with you until they wake up, okay?”
“Promise?”
“I promise you I will keep you right with me until one of your family members comes for you. What’s your name, precious?”
She pulled her head up to look at me. Her dark green eyes drooped with sadness. “Veronica. My name’s Veronica Snyder and I’m seven.”
“My name is Troy Masterson. Nice to meet you, Veronica.” I leaned down to pick up the soft, pink blanket I’d originally bought for Blyss. The little girl needed it a lot more than she did. Wrapping it around her, I gently pushed her to lie her head back on my shoulder. “You rest. I’ve got you, pumpkin.”
The paramedics who showed up first just happened to be the same guys who picked up Blyss that night at the club. We instantly recognized each other as they came to the car. “Hey, Masterson, who do you have there?”
“I have Veronica Snyder. Her parents are in the car.” I patted her back and felt her nuzzling my neck. “I’ll be taking care of her until we figure out how they are.”
He nodded, and I stepped back to get out of their way as a fire truck came up to help get the others out of the bent car. It took no time to get everyone out, and then they were heading to the hospital. I took the girl and got into the ambulance that took her mother back to where I’d just left.
While one of the men looked after her mother, the other took over, giving Veronica an exam, checking her vitals, and giving me a thumbs up. “She’s good to go.”
The paramedics hooked her mom up to an IV, and in just a few minutes, her eyes opened. Relief washed over her as she found her daughter safe in my arms. “Veronica, are you okay?”
The little girl lifted her head and looked at her mother. “Yes, mommy.” Then she began to cry. “Mommy, you’re bleeding!”
Her mother reached out and touched her daughter’s outstretched hand. “Mommy will be fine. Who has you, honey?”
“Hi, my name’s Troy Masterson. My fiancé is in the ICU ward at the hospital we’re heading to. I’ll be more than happy to keep your daughter safe with me in the waiting room at the emergency room while you’re seen, Mrs. Snyder.”
She blinked a few times, looking confused. “How do you know my name?”
“Your daughter told me.”
A weak smile curved her pale lips. “Oh. Thank you, Mr. Masterson. I’d be thankful for your help with her while things get taken care of. I don’t feel that badly. My head hurts a little, but I think I’ll be fine.”
Veronica smiled and wiped her eyes. “Good, Mommy.”
The woman’s body began to tremble and her eyes went wide. Then she began to convulse. The little girl screamed, and I pulled her head back to my shoulder so she didn’t have to see what was happening to her mother.
“She’s going into shock,” one of the paramedics said as we pulled up to a stop at the emergency room.
