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Brax said at the same time as Dimitri said, “What the—”
“Call 9-1-1!” I yelled, while I continued with the pressure on his torso. My fucking phone was on my desk inside, so I couldn’t make the call.
“Brandt,” I said, trying to rouse him without too much movement.
“Bear, listen to me, goddamn it! Open your fucking eyes,” I commanded when he didn’t respond.
His eyes fluttered and drifted shut.
“Stay with me, damn it!” I yelled at him as I tried to put my hands over the wounds.
My brother wasn’t going to die here in the gravel.
I wouldn’t let him.
“Where the fuck is the ambulance?” I hollered at the guys.
“Ten minutes out,” Brax told me.
“He doesn’t have ten minutes.”
“I’ll get my cruiser,” he told me then took off running.
An engine roared and screeching tires filled the air as the car pulled around the building and stopped next to us. I listened as he hurriedly made his way around to our side, and then heard the sound of the back door swinging open.
“Holy fuck!” Archer shouted from the door, his footsteps thumping down the steps as he scrambled to help.
“Let us take him,” Brax told me when I didn’t move. “You’re gonna have to stop long enough to get in the back.”
I released my hold on Brandt so Dimitri and Archer could pick him up. As Brax raced to the driver’s side door, I sprinted over and dove into the back seat. Dimitri carefully scooped my brother up under his arms, then took slow, backwards steps toward the car until he stood beside me. He passed Brandt to me, and I felt the solid weight of him in my arms. I shoved my boots against the doorframe, the sound of leather squeaking against leather as I scrambled across the seats and yanked him in.
Once Archer got his legs in and shut the door, I resumed the pressure on Brandt’s torso.
When Dimitri’s ass was in the passenger seat, I told him, “Call Erik.”
The call rang loudly through the speaker system. After five long rings, someone finally answered it. “Prospect, there better be a good reason—”
“Erik.” I cut him off. “Listen. We’re on our way to Sandstone General. Some fuckers just tossed Brandt out of a moving vehicle.”
“On my way.”
“There’s so much blood I can’t tell whether he’s been shot or stabbed.” I kept watch on his chest to make sure he was still breathing.
“Keep putting pressure on it,” he told me over the rustle of him getting dressed.
“That’s what I’m doing,” I replied, voice cracking. My hands were slick with blood as I continued the pressure and watched his chest rise and fall.
“Break down later, Hellcat,” he commanded.
It might have been harsh, but he knew me well enough to know what to say in the moment. I zoned out as Archer continued to talk to him. The streetlights illuminated the back seat just enough for me to continue to monitor Brandt. Who knew how much damage they did to his insides. The only thing keeping me from breaking was to imagine the pain I would inflict when we found them.
The last thing I heard before they hung up was our Prez as he said, “As of right now, we’re going into lockdown.”
A few moments later, Brax pulled up to the emergency doors. He parked the cruiser, then opened my door to let me out. As soon as he took hold of Brandt under his arms and pulled him out of the vehicle, Dimitri was there to take his legs again. They both hurried to the hospital doors, Brandt held between them, as I trailed close behind.
I only hoped this wouldn’t be my last memory of him.
ChapterTwenty-Three
