Remy...
“Galen,” he supplied as I came up blank. “We met the night Logan lost his appendix to that oil fire. You remember?”
“Yeah.”
“All right.”Galencrouched closer, angling his body through a narrow space I’d yet to define. “Let’s have a look at this pickle you’ve got yourself into.”
Pickle?This dude was as Irish as I was, but I had no clue what he was talking about.
I fell into another daze, spinning out as he asked me questions. My name. What day it was. My head, my neck. Fingers...
I found my voice. “I can’t move my feet.”
Galen craned his neck, scanning more of my body than I could see. Than I couldfeel. “Close your eyes. Focus on your right leg. That’s it. I’m gonna leave your boot on, but move your toes for me—flex your knee. There you go. You feel that?”
“Yeah.” I did. Maybe. “I can’t feel the other one.”
Galen put an oxygen mask over my face, studying, assessing, before he gave me the truth. “Your left leg is pinned down. It’s going to take a while to shift everything, so I’m going to need you to stay calm, focus on me, and keep breathing this air, okay? That’s all you have to worry about right now. Breathing in and out.”
Cam.
Willow.
Nicky.
I tried to speak.
Galen squeezed my arm. “Just breathe, Nash. You’re going to be fine.”
He said something else, but it wasn’t to me. I registered the crackle of his radio. The voices beyond him. The sirens. The fuckingrain. A storm I’d never seen coming when I’d ridden out with Cam to face down the no-show feds. Christ, this doomsday was a whole new treat.
Willow.
I closed my eyes.
Galen shook me. “Stay awake, Nash. I know my company’s shite, but it’s ten times better than the grumpy git chewing my eardrum off, believe me. How’s your pain?”
Pain.Something on my face throbbed. I swiped at it with a clumsy hand.
Galen put a stop to that too. “You’ve split your eyebrow. Doesn’t look like the first time. I heard a rumour you’re a boxer. That true?”
Was it? I hadn’t fought on the circuit in years. The last fight I’d had was Ranger, and I’d battered him because I’d needed to and he’d let me.
My brain scattered again.
Galen did something to my eyebrow, clearing the crimson tinge from my vision, doing other shit to my body that I didn’t take in.Medicalshit that confused me.
“You’re a firefighter... right? Like Logan?”
“WithLogan. Same station, same watch.” Galen touched gloved fingers to my neck. “That’s who’s blowing my ear up. Big twat reckons he can fit his giant self in here, but I keep telling himno.”
“Logan’s here?”
“You’re on our patch. I ID’d you over the radio. Now he’s in full daddy mode. Does this hurt?”
Daddy mode. So it was a Halliwell thing? Not just Locke? I almost laughed. Then Galen did something below my waist that took my breath away. Beyond words. Beyondpain. Beyond anything I’d ever felt.
Christ, kill me now.