Page 115 of When We Fall: Part Two
When we made it outside, I fell to my knees next to Cole, who was cradling a badly beaten E in his arms on the ground.
Anson kneeled next to him, looking like he might have had a hand in bringing E up since he had dark smudges on his face and blood on his hands.
“Where’s Fox?” Cole demanded, looking at me fearfully.
I shook my head. “Gone.”
“What the fuck do you mean he’s gone?” Cole asked, his voice shaking. “Don’t… don’t fucking tell me.”
I swallowed hard. “He ’s-He’s dead. Chained. I couldn’t break him free to bring his body.”
Anson visibly stiffened before he got to his feet.
Cole cried softly as he continued to hold E, who was clearly unconscious. E’s chest moved in and out, but it was barely. He needed help. More than what we were capable of giving to him.
“He needs a doctor. We have to get him to the hospital,” I managed to choke out. “He’ll die if we don’t.”
“Let me help.” Memphis reached down and scooped E into his arms and helped carry him to my Escalade.
Christian helped steady me as I stood.
“Where are you going?” I called out to Anson.
“Fox,” was all he said before he disappeared inside the building. I couldn’t let him die, but there wasn’t fuck all I could do about it either. E needed us. Anson would handle himself. He knew that place better than we did.
We got E loaded into the Escalade, and I sat in the back with E’s head in my lap as Cole attempted to wrap some of his wounds.
“E,” I whispered thickly. “Hey, buddy.”
He didn’t stir.
“I’m so sorry,” I continued. “I’m sorry. Please. Wake up and tell me…” I didn’t even know what he could tell me. I knew anything he had to say wouldn’t be good, and once he knew about Fox.
Fuck. Fox.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
Rosalie.
I was going to throw up.
Christian wheeled us into the emergency room parking lot at the hospital. Dmitri jumped out and ran inside while Cole helped me move E to the door.
Dmitri returned with several medical personnel, and before long, they all had E on a stretcher and were moving at breakneck speeds to get him into the hospital.
The moment he was out of sight, I went to my knees in the parking lot and threw up.
Cole went down beside me, rubbing my back and crying softly.
“H-He’s gone. He’s dead,” I choked out, vomiting again.
“Are you sure? It was a lot of chaos?—”
“I checked. Elijah checked. I-I didn’t feel a pulse. He wasn’t warm like you and I. His lips… his face… I think they burned even his feet.” Another round of vomiting.
I collapsed on my ass, and water was thrust into my hand. I looked up to see Elijah in front of me.
“What do you want us to do, boss?”
