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Yes, you do. You have medical training, Rush chimes in. I know it’s shifter medicine, but you can assess her.
“Okay.” I take a breath and run my hands over her, feeling her limbs. There’s no blood, no breaks, no outward injury.
Check her breathing and heart, Lennox instructs. He has medical training for humans.
Leaning over her, I check. Her breathing is shallow, and her heartbeat is erratic. I feel the sting of tears. This is it; we’ve had our time together and now she’s leaving me. Just like the others.
We’re not giving up, brother, and neither are you, Lennox snaps. Now focus. You need to check her airway, make sure it’s clear.
I do as he says, tipping her chin back and making sure nothing is blocking her breathing. All clear, I tell him. She’s still struggling to breathe. I dip my head to listen to her chest, unable to look at her deathly pale face.
Get her to a hospital, Lennox says matter-of-factly. She might have internal injuries.
She was walking around, talking, and helping people. I can’t wrap my head around what’s happened to my mate. She was fine, and now…
Keenan, move your ass, Lennox shouts in my head. Hospital, now!
You need help, brother. There’s compassion in Lock’s voice as he instructs me. Call for help, get a human to come check her while you drive to the hospital.
I shake the threatening despair away. Vanessa deserves my love and attention, not my fear. I feel a deep gratitude toward my brothers for coming to my aid, for organizing my frantic thoughts while I’m unable to do it myself.
We’re here for you, Keenan, Rush assures me, now go.
I fling the back of the ambulance open and search the crowd outside. “You!” I shout, pointing at a paramedic kneeling on the sidewalk, bandaging someone’s wrist. “I have an emergency in here. I need your help.”
They look up, startled, then nod, patting the person they were helping on the shoulder before joining me. “What’s going on?”
“My wife collapsed. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.”
“My name is Denise.” She does a quick assessment, before saying matter-of-factly, “We need to get your wife to a hospital. Check the front for keys.”
I check. “In the ignition.”
“Good. You’re driving, I need to stabilize your… holy shit, your wife is Vanessa Bedalia.” Her astonished gaze swings back to me. “Which makes you…”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m a shifter,” I snap, climbing into the driver’s seat and turning on the ignition. “You’re gonna have to deal with it.”
“Not a problem,” she says. “My adopted cousin twice removed is a bear shifter.”
I pull the ambulance into traffic, navigating away from the theatre as fast as I dare. There are people everywhere, some wearing finery and covered in dust, others helping them, and others taking pictures.
I plow toward a group of paparazzi huddled in the street making them scatter like frightened chickens. I wouldn’t have minded if I’d clipped one of them.
“What’s going on back there?” I demand, resisting the urge to look over my shoulder as I drive.
“I think she’s having a heart attack,” Denise shouts to me.
“She’s only 27,” I snarl, taking a right turn as I follow the glowing dots on the GPS.
“It’s not common, but it’s definitely possible.” Her voice dips as she moves around the back.
I dare a glance in the rearview in time to see her give Vanessa a shot of something.
“What was that?” I demand.
“I’m administering adrenalin for her heart.” Denise drops into the seat next to me, reaching for the radio. “I need to let the paramedics at the scene know we’ve taken their bus.”
“This isn’t your ambulance?”
