Chapter : A Short Story

“I’ll go order up a chest X-Ray,” Claire said as she assisted the paramedics with moving Arden into the hospital.

“Medics here, who needs help?” he questioned. It’s almost like Sasha never heard me tell him I was fine.

“Ava. She’s my one reason to live. If you can’t live for me or yourself, live for her, she needs you. I need you.” She got choked up, tears ran down her face.

"Tough battle back there, huh? I forgot to ask if you are okay." I start talking to the Amazon, trying to pass the time quicker.

“Hey, you can’t die yet old man, stay here and I’ll grab some supplies from the office!” Tristin yelled as he ran in the direction of the nurse’s office. Tristin frantically searched through the room and came up with a roll of gauze, some medical scissors and a few advil. “Well, it’s better than nothing I suppose.” Suddenly Tristin was grabbed from behind and shoved forwards into the ground.

"Yeah," Victoria mumbled, turning the corner, "But now that the adrenaline has faded away it's starting to hurt." She looked like she was in pain. Her face was consorted in pain, her eyebrows pinched together as she bit her bottom lip as she held her injured arm.

“Cipher Nine speaks with the authority of the Empire. Your job, hunters, is to keep her alive until she finds the target,” Darth Kozen responded, pressing his forefinger into the table as if to drill into them the importance of his order. Zolah would have preferred to bring one of her own along, but Kozen claimed to have worked with these two before and assured her they would get the job

Across the room, he saw Dietrich Gerber lying on a clean hospital bed, his condition having been stabilized several minutes earlier. Following his stabilization, Gerber’s wounds were being tended by Siegrune and Waltraute. The others in the room were either leaning on the still sturdy walls around them

"Another ambulance just arrived for him. Squad 36 took over your two patients. The other engine is working on the fire. Anything we can do?" Cap asked quietly.

“Why?” Nessa asked in distress, giving way to tears. “It seem like everything I touch go sour. I just lost one of my ribs. All I have now is you and Olivia. And technically I don’t have you, because you is a married man,” she said between gasps.

“She’s told me,” Jorgan answered, barely able to keep the growl from his voice. Fynta watched him warily, her arms and legs crossed to hide her own

The garment clunked to the floor, and Theron glanced at it momentarily. Zolah repeated the process, kicking his jacket away with a muttered statement about it painting a bullseye on his back. Theron opened his mouth to argue in defense of his tacky red jacket, but Zolah silenced him with a hungry kiss. He grunted against her lips when she pushed too hard against his still sore ribs while trying to remove his shirt. She didn’t even pause.

" I had to help this girl," I exclaimed. As I spoke I heard this sound. " Do you hear that?" I questioned.

“I am glad to hear such good news. I’m on my way to see the man who stabbed my mate and make sure he feels his death. I assume all information has been gained from him?” Fang asked.

My head tilted close to her ear so my voice carried over the alarms in the intensive care unit. With a breathing tube impeding her speech she nodded no. “You were in a very bad accident, you are in the hospital, we are doing everything we can,” I murmured before turning my attention to squeezing bag after bag of blood into her veins.