Page 45 of Hart of Vengeance
“Code blue! Code blue!”
Nurses and doctors spilled into the hall from other rooms and ran into the ICU.
I hung up as the floor tilted on its axis. I ran behind the medical staff with a sick feeling gripping my chest.
Please. Please. Please don’t let them go into Savannah’s room.
But when a nurse rolled a crash cart into Savannah’s room, waving the female guard out of the way, I swayed as I came to an abrupt halt.
The female guard rushed up to me. “Miss.” Her strong hands caught me before I fell. “You need to sit.” She guided me to a desk chair on wheels. She might as well put me on a stretcher because I couldn’t get air in my lungs.
I had to see Savannah. “My sister.” I pushed past the guard, stumbling up to the curtained room.
She padded right behind me. “You shouldn’t go in there.”
Too late. I had to see Savannah.
Dr. Long had the paddles pressed to Savannah’s chest. “Again.”
The brunette nurse who had escorted me into the ICU turned a knob on a machine.
Savannah’s body jerked.
Dr. Long looked at his watch then at a monitor. All it was showing was a flat line.
No! No!
Dr. Long said something, but I only heard a jumble of words.
Part of the medical team began to leave while one nurse removed the tube from Savannah’s mouth. Another nurse unhooked her IV.
“I’m so sorry,” the guard behind me said.
Dr. Long came out with sorrow pouring off him. “I’m sorry, Ms. Kelly.”
I shook my head vigorously. “No. She’s not dead.”
Dr. Long removed his gloves. “Her injuries were too severe.”
“Please. You have to try again,” I pleaded, my voice trembling and cracking.
“Is there anyone we can call for you?” Dr. Long asked.
Anyone I’d ever loved was gone except maybe Denim. But he had probably left.
“I would like to spend time with my sister.”
Dr. Long pulled off his cap. “Take as much time as you need.”
I ambled up to Savannah, my body trembling, tears rushing out. I cried like a baby as I grasped her warm hand. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I should’ve helped you.” I shuddered. “I wish our lives had been different. I wish Mom and Dad didn’t die in the fire.” I rubbed the back of her bruised hand. “I love you, Savannah.” I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Fly with the angels, baby sister. One day, we’ll meet again. When you see Mom and Dad, say hi for me.”
I kissed her again before I ran out of the room like a madwoman who was running out of a mental hospital. I had no idea what to do next. But I knew one thing—someone would pay for her death.
15
Denim
Icraned my neck up at the twenty-story high-rise as I approached Duke’s penthouse. He lived in an area of Boston where the streets were spotless and high-end shops were nestled below expensive apartment buildings.
