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“Fiancée,” is his simple reply.
“But...you can’t both be engaged to her.” She frowns.
“Look, lady,” I harrumph, fixing her with a pointed stare, “do you really want to start something with us right now? Because when I know that my fiancée isn’t dying, I will be more than happy to report your discrimination against polyamorous families to your boss.”
“Go on through,” the nicer receptionist tells us calmly and I don’t spare a second to look back.
Once we’re through the relative calm of the A and E waiting area, behind the scenes it’s chaos. We wander through the maze of corridors with curtained bays coming off them, trying to find where they’ve taken Raven. There are people everywhere, on trolleys in corridors, in bays on beds, in makeshift seating areas, even just sitting on the floor. It’s like a war zone of walking wounded. I hate it.
Ace grins at me.
“What?” I snap. Could he be any more inappropriate right now?
“Fiancée,” he smirks.
“Wouldn’t let us through otherwise,” I point out sullenly, but his grin stretches even wider.
“You like it,” he states, smirking.
I flick him the bird and go back to scanning the open bays in search of Raven.
Yes, I did like it. I fully intend to make her my actual fucking fiancée as soon as possible. But first, I need her alive.
Luckily, Rebel soon stumbles out from behind a curtain and we make a beeline for him, relieved that the search is over.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “Jax and Baxter are on their way, I called from the car.”
“Good,” is his tense reply. “I don’t know.” He runs a hand through his hair in an agitated motion. “Doctors are with her now. She’s stable, they’ve stopped the blood, but she’s still not conscious.”
“Shit.”
“They think she did this to herself,” he drops the awful bombshell to a shocked silence.
“Fucking ridiculous!” I explode. “Didn’t you explain?”
“I tried, but they’re not the police; they don’t want a story, they just treat the symptoms.”
“But we think she was drugged. Aren’t they checking?”
“They’ve taken bloods, but they probably just suspect an overdose.”
“Fuck!” I bark, mirroring Rebel’s stressed hair manoeuvre, by combing through my own long blonde locks. “Fuck.”
My phone rings and I instantly hit answer and fill Jax in on the situation.
“Fuck,” he hisses when I’m done.
“Tell me about it. Can you pull any strings?”
“Leave it with me,” Jax replies. “Listen, we’re taking off in fifteen - Baxter has a chopper on standby - and so our ETA is about an hour and a half.”
“Yeah listen, when you get here, just say you’re both her fiancée or next of kin otherwise they won’t let you in,” I tell him hurriedly.
“Bet the staff are loving that,” despite the tightness in his voice, I can sense his weary amusement.
“I don’t give a fuck. They wanna try kicking one of us out? Good luck to them!”
“Alright,” he placates. “Stay strong guys, be there for one another. Make sure one of you stays with her, always. We’ll be there as soon as we can. Baxter says Phoenix is on a sleepover tonight so we don’t need to worry about that til morning.”
