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“Where’s Weston?” I yelled over all the noise, holding my hand over my face, the smoke was so thick this close.
“Get back!” Charles yelled at me, not even bothering to look my way.
“Charles!” I screamed closer to him. “Where the fuck is Weston?”
He turned to me in all his gear, finally registering who I was. “Emily. He’s inside, trying to get someone out. You need to get back!” he ordered.
But I stood there, looking at the roaring flames, my heart in my throat, my eyes swimming in tears. I wobbled on my blistered feet, dizzy and terrified out of my mind.
“No,” I cried, shaking my head. Fuck no. We were not doing this again. I was not losing another person I loved. Especially to fucking fire.
I was sick of running scared. I was tired of life knocking me down over and over again. I refused to let Weston be another casualty in my life.
I was fucking keeping him.
Pulling my shirt up over my face, I darted forward, sprinting toward the burning building. I didn’t care how dumb it was. How crazy. I was getting my fucking man.
Fuck you, fire!
I was five feet from the flames, their heat already warming my skin, when I felt two strong arms come around me and yank me back.
I pulled on those hands, a scream on my lips. I kicked and fought and broke free only to tumble out of those arms and onto the hard ground.
And then, darkness.
“Y’all were both really lucky today,” the doctor said to me as I sat next to a still sleeping Emily in one of the bays in the emergency room.
“When do you think she’s going to wake up?” I asked the doctor.
“Anytime now,” he said. “She’s not concussed or fractured. Just bumped up a bit.”
I nodded, loving her more than anything in the world and still wanting to murder her ass.
We hadn’t been here long and I’d already been treated for my sprained wrist and a little smoke inhalation. I was okay. She was okay. We were okay, I told myself over and over again.
It still didn’t make me feel better. There were too many close calls today.
I’d managed to get the man out of the burning building, only to see Emily being loaded onto a damn stretcher. I’d about lost my mind.
When Charles told me she’d tried to go in after me, I didn’t know whether to strangle her or hug her.
I’d ridden in the ambulance with her and gone with her to CT scan and stayed with her while they did blood work. I’d refused to leave her long enough to even get checked out, so they’d come into her room to look me over. We were a package deal, whether they liked it or not.
“I’ll be back in to check on her in a little bit. Let us know when she wakes.” And the doctor was gone and we were alone.
She had a knot on the side of her head I didn’t like at all. It scared me to death. I didn’t care what the doctor said. I’d be watching that shit like a hawk. Head injuries were serious.
I sat there the next thirty minutes on pins and needles as the nurses came in, took blood, cleaned her feet up and her skinned knees, and bandaged her up.
Still, she didn’t rouse. What if the CT scan missed something? What if she did have a head injury?
I paced the room for what felt like hours, but I knew were only minutes. I needed to call Parker. I needed to let Mom and Dad know. I would need their help if something was wrong.
“West.” I heard from the bed and I turned toward her. My heart leaped in my chest at the sight of my girl awake.
She looked like hell with deep, dark circles under her eyes, her hair a mess around her head, but still, she was the most beautiful, gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
I raced over to her and grabbed both of her hands. “Fuck, Slugger. I sure am glad to see you awake.”
