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“In his head.”
“His ankle?”
“I’m, ah… I didn’t ask about that much. It’s wrapped. Had ice on it. His head seemed like a bigger deal.”
“Is he awake?”
“Yeah. Been awake since I got here. Woke up in the ambulance they said.”
Win blew out a breath, and then I heard something bang.
“Did you punch something?”
“Max,” he growled, just wanting information.
“They said he’s going to be fine. Just a concussion.”
“Yeah, just another traumatic brain injury,” he spat.
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I should have been there.”
Win paused. “You are there.”
“I wasn’t,” I whispered. I’d been in the bathroom at Shirley’s…
“Max.”
My head snapped up. “Yeah?”
“What happened?”
“According to my guy, he was going a little too fast, but an oncoming car came up even faster. Had their high beams on and crossed the center line.” I paused, trying to find some spit in my mouth to swallow. My throat was like the fucking Sahara. There was no moisture to be had, though. I was dry as a bone, and everything in me was wound so tight I felt like I might snap.
Craning my head, I glanced at the wall clock at the end of the hall.What is taking so long? Why isn’t he back yet?
“Hey,” Win yelled.
I snapped back. “Sorry. The car crossed the center line, and Wes swerved to miss them. The Beamer rolled and hit a tree.”
A string of curses filled the line. “I should be there.”
I didn’t bother trying to make him feel better. Anything I said wouldn’t help just like anything he said wouldn’t help me. At least I was here in this hospital. At least I could put my eyes on Wes, touch him if I had to. Win was halfway across the globe.
I didn’t know how he did it.I’d never be able to go that far from Wes.
The thought brought me up short, the cell slipping a little in my hand before I grabbed it back to smash it against my ear. “My guy is the one who called 9-1-1. Then he pulled him out of the car and waited for the ambulance.”
“If I ever thought you were insane for putting a tail on our brother, this is where I eat those words,” Win muttered.
Win wasn’t happy when he found out about my extra eyes on our baby brother. I didn’t give a shit. I loved Win. He was my brother. My best friend. Hell, for many years, he was the only family I had.
But even his ire wasn’t enough to make me call off my guy. It seemed Wes’s safety meant more to me than even my best friend’s opinion.
If he hadn’t been there, Wes would have lain in that busted-up car, upside down and bleeding, until someone happened along. Sure, it probably wouldn’t have been that long. Hell, Prism and Kruger drove by and saw the wreck, but any minute of Wes lying there without help was a minute far too long.
Every penny I paid those eyes to watch Wes was money well spent, and I’d never think of it as wasted. I’d rather burn through every last penny of my inheritance than see Wes hurt.
My brain flashed a pic of him lying in that hospital bed tonight, and my stomach revolted.
