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“We can’t get the one out of his eye,” Lane said. “It’s too deep and too fucking risky. I don’t have the right equipment to handle that level of damage. He needs a hospital. Tell me we have a way to get him to a real fucking hospital.”
“There’s an air ambulance inbound,” Cecelia told him. “It’s still over twenty minutes out.”
“That’s not soon enough,” he snapped. My heart sank as I stared at my baby brother. We needed more fucking time.
A screeching sound overtook the heart monitor.
“What’s happening?” Mom’s voice trembled as she tried to get the words out.
“We’re losing him,” Connor said with a hint of panic in his voice. The kid was used to handling animal emergencies. Not people.
“I know,” Cecelia shot back. She shoved Lane aside, who didn’t protest. The gravity of the situation was reflected in his face—something that made me feel even worse. “Crash cart. Now.”
All of us fell fucking silent as she and Connor worked fast in case they needed to save him. Dear fucking God, please. Please, let the kid fucking live. The sound of the machines around Nolan was deafening, reflecting every tense fucking moment until he flatlined.
I lost track of everything, the world floating in and out of a fucking haze.
“Clear!” Cecelia exclaimed.
Hands off, paddles down.
Nolan’s body seized on the table with the surge of electricity.
Nothing.
Hands off… paddles down… seize and repeat.
Over and over again.
Panic stole the breath from my very lungs as I sagged against the wall.
Not Nolan.
He couldn’t…
Tears pricked my eyes as the room grew unbearably hot.
“Breathe,” Cade whispered from his spot next to Declan. “Just breathe…”
“No, no, no, no,” Mom sobbed.
Still nothing.
“Fight, kid,” I whispered, emotion choking me up. He couldn’t die. Not like this. Not Nolan. “Fucking fight. Please… please, you’ve got to fight…”
My knees buckled and gave out. The blood loss made my head fucking swim. I crashed hard to the floor with echoes of my name… somewhere.
I was drowning. All over again.
And I let the darkness drag me under.
Chapter 128
Genevieve
Oh, my baby!” Maeve’s cries cut straight to my heart. A small sob stuck in my throat as I struggled to get into the scrubs Maggie had left for me. The pants were fine, but the pain in my shoulders was excruciating as the adrenaline wore off. It hurt to move. And raising my arms enough to take my sweater off and put a shirt on? I did it, but I cried.
I probably should’ve waited for Maggie—Killian wanted me to focus on taking care of myself—but I couldn’t. Not after everything. I needed to know what was happening with Nolan.
