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Miles worked on loosening the ropes around her wrists, rubbing the marks on her skin gently to get rid of them.
“I need you to carefully pick her up as I hold pressure on her wound. We’re going to get into the van while Taj drives,” Angelo said. “You’re going to help me in the van. You’ll do everything I say.”
“Okay,” Miles replied.
“I’ll watch over and follow behind you,” Rogan said.
Miles looked over at Angelo and nodded his head. He carefully picked Storm up to where her injury wasn’t touching him and Angelo had access to it.
The first thing he noticed was how cold her body was. It was like a popsicle that had been in the deep freezer for months. For a second, he thought she might be dead with how cold she was and how ashy her skin looked, but the small rise of her chest told him she wasn’t.
Her breaths were shallow, but she was still alive.
He didn’t know for how much longer, but she was alive right now. That was all that mattered. They could still work with this.
Right as Angelo pressed down on her wound, she let out a groan and tried to move away. Miles held on tighter, not wanting to drop her.
“Walk,” Angelo said.
They carefully walked out of the house and toward the van where Taj had the door open. The whole way to the van, Miles hoped and prayed Storm would make it through this. He didn’t care what he had to do, she just needed to pull through and live.
Miles still had to apologize for being rude to her. He still wanted to let her know she mattered to him, and he wanted to have something with her.
“Carefully place her on the floor of the van,” Angelo said.
Miles did as he said before climbing into the van and waiting for more instructions.
“Taj, drive fast but careful!” Angelo said. “Now!”
Taj started to drive the van and Miles looked at Angelo.
“What can I do to help?” he asked.
“I need you to take your shirt off and hers. Hold her to where her back is to your chest,” Angelo instructed, and Miles started removing his shirt. “I’m going to put a blanket around you guys and continue to hold pressure on her wound.”
Angelo helped Miles as he took Storm’s shirt off. He carefully laid behind her, pulling her into his chest.
A shiver ran through his body as her cold skin made contact with him. She was freezing cold.
“I’m actually going to have you hold her and press into her wound to keep it from bleeding while I look over her body and make sure there isn’t anything else pressing,” Angelo said.
He handed Miles a cloth and guided his hand to where her bullet wound was. Miles placed pressure on it and Storm whined.
“Is she awake?” he asked.
“No. Just reflexive movements,” Angelo responded.
He watched as Angelo grabbed a blanket and laid it over their legs.
“You just keep blankets lying around?” Miles asked, trying to keep his mind occupied as he held pressure.
“Yes,” Angelo replied. “As a doctor, I think about all situations a person can be in and I like to be prepared for everything. Being over prepared is better than not being prepared. It does a person no good for me to be underprepared and they die. Too much guilt.”
The last little bit was more of a mumble, but he caught it all. He didn’t respond because he knew it wasn’t an appropriate time to be asking questions about Angelo’s past. Everyone in the Ricci Crime Family had a past and not everyone shared it.
Well, most people didn’t.
And Angelo was one of them.
