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By the time I took in what was happening and saw two men clad in tactical gear and concealed by balaclavas, one of them was skidding to their knees beside me.
I jolted as they touched my shoulder.
They ripped off their balaclava, and then gorgeous green eyes were staring back at me.
“Jonah,” I rasped. “How are—”
“Didn’t think we’d leave you here to rot, did you?” the other one said, taking off his balaclava too.
Spiky white hair filled my vision.
“Aaron.”
He smiled, but it couldn’t hide the upset in his eyes as he took in the state of me.
Shots firing from outside had him looking away, then spinning and firing down the corridor. “Hurry,” he called over his shoulder to Jonah. “Check if he’s mobile and we’ll make a move from there.”
Jonah went to wrap his arms around me, to embrace me, but he pulled up short when he noticed my injuries. Pain was bleeding from him as he studied them all in quick succession. He scented the piss and cum too, grimacing, his eyes shining with tears. “Fuck, Asher. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
“Not now,” Aaron called to him, between shooting out down the corridor. “Get the Mylar blanket.”
Jonah blinked hard, a tear streaming down his cheek, and pulled his backpack off and opened it hurriedly, rummaging inside.
As he did, I strained to reach out. I managed and wiped away the moisture with the pad of my thumb.
His gaze shot to mine.
“You… found me,” I rasped. “That’s… what matters.”
He stared at me for several intense moments, before he looked away and pulled out the Mylar blanket. He was draping it around me in the next moment, then tying it at my chest, securing it.
He slung the backpack on again, and then he reached out, pulling up short again. “Those injuries… fuck, I’m sorry… it’s gonna hurt no matter how I support your weight.”
“Pain is… conquerable, right?”
He smiled sadly.
“Come on!” Aaron called. “Savage, focus up or we’re all dead men walking!”
Jonah snapped back into action and wrapped his arms around me, hauling me to my feet.
I stumbled and wavered as soon as I was standing.
I was so fucking weak and I hadn’t stood up for days on end. My body was protesting vehemently.
He managed to finagle it so his shoulder was beneath my arm, supporting most of my weight.
“Give me a… gun,” I rasped.
“Asher, in your current state, I don’t think—”
Aaron was there in the next second, cocking a Glock and then shoving it into my hand. Off Jonah’s concerned look, he told him, “He’s hit his targets in a state similar to this before. He’s got it.”
“All right, let’s tear those motherfuckers apart and get him the hell out of here,” Jonah said. “Caleb’s got the medical training to treat him as soon as we get back. I’ve got the supplies.”
Realizing his desperate state for what it was, Aaron laid a hand on his shoulder and assured him, “He’s got this. We’ve got this. He’s gonna be fine now.”
With Jonah’s nod, Aaron headed back to the door and we followed, Jonah pulling me along.
