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One of the medics also noted his condition and stopped. “We have another one.”
“Oh, hell no,” I said. “Lars first,” I insisted. “Let’s go.”
“Sir,” they protested.
From the floor, Oskar groaned.
“See? He’s alive. Call another ambulance,” I offered.
“I’m not calling,” Rush said. “Let him suffer.”
Yeah, Rush was good people.
The police walked in, including our favorites: good cop and bad cop.
“What the hell kinda swim program you running here, Resch?” bad cop bitched.
“One where my boys gotta do your damn job,” he spat. “Arrest this asshole.”
Oskar must have heard because he tried to get up like he was going to run again.
Leaving Lars’s side, I planted my soaking-wet shoe on his neck and shoved him back into the floor. “Stay down,” I growled.
He gagged all dramatic-like, and I pushed harder. “How’s it feel to not be able to breathe?” I taunted.
“Sinclair.” Coach gave a small toot to his whistle. “Go to the hospital.” Then to the cops, he said, “You didn’t see that.”
I glanced around, noting Lars was being wheeled outside, and I jogged forward, getting into the back of the ambulance with him.
As they were closing the doors, I saw handcuffs being slapped onto Oskar’s wrists. Turning back to Lars, I folded one of his hands between both of mine.
He was staring at me through puffy eyes, an oxygen mask strapped over his rash-laden face.
“Hey there, angel. Don’t you look pretty.”
He didn’t do anything, but he didn’t have to.
“I can hear your insults even when you just think them,” I said.
Leaning down, I kissed the back of his hand, then laid my cheek against his chest, comforted by the beating of his heart. His fingers jerked in mine, and I sat up, noting the questions in his eyes.
I nodded. “I know. He put something in your coffee when we weren’t looking,” I said. “But he hung around too long to watch. Elite caught him. They dragged him back, and I watched the cops cuff him.”
He made a sound as a tear leaked from the edge of his swollen lid.
Gently, I brushed it away. “It’s over now, angel. He’s not ever going to hurt you again.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. The flesh on his face looked so raw and painful that I leaned in to pepper butterfly kisses everywhere I could reach.
After a few minutes, he made a sound and tried to tug away the oxygen mask.
“Leave that on there,” I told him. “We’re almost at the hospital.”
He whined a little, trying to lift it again.
Frowning, I moved it just enough so he could speak.
“It’s over,” he rasped.
