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“It’s fine—”
“Dammit, it’s not fine! Where are you hurt?”
“Ben, please.” His eyes bore into mine, but I’m not the one who needs rescuing right now.
“Can you hold this down?”
“Yes.” I fight through the agony and press my hands down on the towel. It’s too painful, and I heave. Ben cusses and reaches into his pocket for his phone. “Fuck. Take my phone. Dial the last number I called.” I do so while he replaces his hands against Christopher’s wound. I struggle to hold it because I’m shaking too bad. I hit the number and press the speaker button. A man answers. “Ben—”
“Steve, it’s bad. I need an ambulance now.”
“Dammit, Ben. I told you to wait ’til the local authorities arrived.”
“I told you that wasn’t an option! Christopher’s been shot. Makayla’s injured. Rebecca is. . .” His eyes trail to where he left her.
I start to stand. “I’ll go find her—”
“Like hell you will,” he snaps at me. “Steve, Rebecca’s gone.”
“A team is pulling up right now. Sit tight. We got you, son.”
I end the call and look at Ben pressing on the bullet wound. He stares back, unable to hide his worry. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
My eyes well up, and I shake my head. “You don’t know that. He could—she’s out there. She could get away and—”
Mayhem rings through the air as police flood the room. Stern voices. Orders being yelled. I squeeze my eyes closed. Two hands grab at me and a scream tears from my throat.
“Baby, it’s me. It’s okay. You’re okay.” At the sound of Ben’s voice, I crumble. My body gives out, and I collapse. The pain is so severe, it’s numbing. “Mak, open your eyes,” Ben pleads. I can’t. I’m too afraid of what I’ll see. “Baby, I need to see your eyes. Please…” His voice is laced with concern.
I slowly open them. Police are everywhere. One kneels next to us. “My name is Detective Jones, you two okay?”
“Jesus, what happened?” Another man kneels beside us, and I tuck my face into Ben’s chest.
“Rebecca shot him. She tried to shoot Makayla, but he threw himself in front of her.”
“We need a medic!” the detective yells. His hand presses down on my shoulder. “You’re okay. It’s over.”
“Jesus, she’s bleeding. Makayla, is this your blood or his?”
I blink, facing the man. I shake my head. “No, he’s shot. He needs help—ahhh!” I howl when Ben grabs at my waist.
“Fuck.”
“Makayla are you injured in any way?” the man asks.
“My ribs. I think they’re broken.”
The man nods and cocks his head. “Where’s that medic?” Commotion outside steals his attention. Two shots can be heard from the front of the house. The detective pulls out his radio. “What’s going on out there?”
“Detective, the suspect has been detained.”
“Thanks. Get me a goddamn medic up here.”
He ends the call as two medics rush into the room, pushing us aside so they can work on saving Christopher.
The man leans into Ben, and whispers quietly. “Ben, this is a crime scene. And far out of my jurisdiction. If anything went bad here, I suggest you leave—”
“I’m not fucking leaving her,” he barks. “She needs medical attention.”
