Page 4 of Huge Dynamite
Pushing my way past the damned Dog next to me, I step out into clear view to see better. The Dog is so focused on his biker brother who came in with a gunshot wound, he steps back and lets me pass without mention. Right now, he doesn’t seem to give a crap about me being here. I know that will change and this will come back to bite me—hard—when things calm and he tells the other Dogs there’s a Knight in the same hospital…
But I can’t worry about that right now. Right now, all I can focus on is Holly.
“Why the hell didn’t you come through the ambulance bay?” Holly yells across the lobby to the EMS workers.
“No time, doc. There’s a wait back there. He’s crashing.”
“Holly?” Covens catches up to her, and the way he holds his arm out around her back as they move forward—not touching her, but still protecting her—I know, despite all his education and sophistication, he’s claiming her in front of all these punks. Myself included.
“I’ve got this, Robert. Go. They just said the ambulance bay is backed up.”
“Holly.” He tilts his head in a way that’s meant for only her to understand.
Making eye contact with him, she repeats, “Go, Robert. Go.”
Nodding, Covens listens to her and disappears into the back as fast as he came out.
Rushing, Holly pushes a few Dogs out of the way as she catches up to the EMS workers and the gurney. “What do you have?”
The EMS worker rattles on, “Presenting with gunshot wound. Femoral artery. He’s crashing.”
“Let’s go,” she barks. In the next second, she steps onto the side of the gurney and then, in a move like she’s getting onto a bike, she throws her leg up and over the top of the gurney, climbing on. Straddling the man’s waist, she’s careful of his hips and legs as she leans forward and begins chest compressions. Her lips move like she’s counting. Repeating her actions over and over, she breaks to reach up and feels for something in his neck. “We’ve got a pulse. Let’s go. Surgery. Now!” she commands.
A couple of the other Vipers file in from outside as the EMS workers spin the gurney so that Holly, still on her knees on top of her patient, is riding backward. Hospital security comes rushing in from another back area, wearing black, shiny jackets and carrying handguns and tasers.
“Doc?” one of them asks.
“We’re good. Stay out here—”
Just then, as Holly—straddling her patient—is being wheeled away, she raises her gaze and looks me square in the eyes. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Seth?”
She sees me.
Nodding, I step farther into the room. With my gaze locked on hers, I back out of the front hospital sliding doors, praying the Dog next to me didn’t see that moment I had with Dr. Holly, because if he did, if he figures out that she means something to me—
Damn. Then I’ve put her in serious danger.
The best thing that I can do now is leave. I’m no good to her here. She’s okay. Hospital security is armed, and they’ll protect her. Taking a deep breath, I let it go through my clenched teeth. Yeah, hospital security will protect her, and so will Covens. I saw his protective move in there. I’ve seen the way he looks at her. Who could blame him?
I’m no good to her now. I’ve been made by a Dog, and there is absolute chaos. The last thing we need is for the Dogs to start something because I’m here.
Shit. I did it again. When I raced here to make sure she was safe, I probably did more harm than good. Once again, I let my passion win over logic, and I acted before thinking.
As the clear glass doors close before me, I catch her still staring at me. She raises her hand that’s encased in a bloody glove just as they wheel her into the back.
Sighing, I turn and rush back to my bike, knowing in my soul that may have been the last time I will ever see Dr. Holly Boling.
Rubbing an ache in my gut, I jump onto my bike, and after one last glimpse at the hospital, I ride away.
Chapter Two
Holly
Holy crap. What a night! Leaning against the nurses’ station, I’m scrolling through texts when I hear my name.
“Dr. Boling? Hello? Holly?”
It’s like my heart jumps into my throat when I think it might be Seth who’s come back to see me. But I recognize this voice—it’s Robert. Frankly, his is a voice I hear way too often.
