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When I pulled back, I looked down at her face. Her eyes were still closed, and she didn’t look like she was breathing.
“Meg!” I yelled for one of the paramedics to get over to where I was. “Amelia? Amelia, can you hear me?”
She was unresponsive.
“Cane, you need to move,” Meg knelt beside her. “I got it. Damon, start an IV.”
Meg and Damon got to work, but I stayed rooted in my place, looking down at her.
“Nate, move!” Meg's voice was distant, almost like she was underwater.
Memories of that crash came flooding back into my body. The rains. The shattered glass. And the blood. All the blood that had mixed in with the rainwater.
“Nathaniel.” This time it was Xander who dragged me to my feet. “You need to let them work on her.”
I was still in a daze between the present and the past.
I watched as they placed her on a stretcher. My eyes never left her face once. All I could do was stand there. Unlike the last time we had found ourselves here, I could do nothing to save her.
Xander’s face came into view, his lips moving, but I couldn’t understand his words. My eyes stayed trained on Amelia. All I could think about was that little girl I saw crying in the backseat with her face all bloodied.
“Nathaniel!” Xander’s voice broke through my clouded haze.
“Yes?” I cut my eyes to him, the dread seeping deeper into my bones.
“We can meet her at the hospital, but we need to get this shit sorted first, okay?”
I nodded, the words locked in my throat. I watched the ambulance head off to Alvaro Memorial. There was nothing I could do for her now. My head was needed where I could be helpful.
I pushed down the internal chaos currently filtering into my bloodstream. I had a job, and I would worry about outside things later.
She would be okay. She had to be.
15
NATHANIEL
When everything was under control, we returned to the station for clean-up. After scrubbing and showering, I walked out of the house to my truck.
The entire way there, my heart was in my mouth. My mind was coming up with the worst possible scenarios.
I asked Meg, and she said that she was okay. She was stable when they dropped her off at the hospital, and she had even been conscious, but only enough to answer her questions.
I tried to run it back about a hundred times what her body looked like on the gravel. I hadn’t seen any noticeable bleeding. But what if she had internal bleeding? What if she had hit her head when the first explosion happened?
My foot pushed harder down on the gas, sending me flying down the Chicago roads like a madman.
By the time I got to the hospital, my mind was spiraling. I moved my legs as fast as I could to the reception area. Alvaro Memorial was a great hospital and regarded as one of the best in the country, but I knew that I would not be able to calm myself until I saw her.
“Amelia Rose Carter. She came in after the fire at a crafts store. She is twenty-two and brunette.” The woman in scrubs just blinked at me like I was talking gibberish. “Are you hard of hearing or something?”
She scowled at me. “I don’t appreciate your tone. That is not how you speak to someone.”
I ground my teeth together in annoyance. “Look, I just need to see Amelia Rose. She was taken here by a colleague of mine, and I—”
“Nathaniel?” A man I had not seen in a very long time walked to the front desk. “It’s okay, Anne. Let him through. He’s a friend of mine.”
The nurse, Anne, gave me one last glare before turning her gaze to Buck. “Teach your friend to have some manners, Bucky.”
