“Dr. Ruiz from your hospital?”
“Yes. Gunshot wound to the upper left arm. Looks like a graze, but it’s bleeding like a bitch and she lost consciousness.”
“Hang on.” Eric put him on hold, presumably to notify dispatch. Within seconds he was back. “I’ve got units and an ambulance on the way. You get the shooter?”
“Negative.” Jason shook his head in disgust.
But I’ll find the bastard.
“I’m leaving the station, now,” the other man informed him in a rush. “I’ll be there in less than twenty.”
He ended the call and tossed his phone onto the carpet beside him. The agent in him wanted to process the scene and figure out who the hell had done this to her.
The man in him refused to leave her side for even a second.
“Soph? Baby, I need you to stay with me.”
“I’m okay.” She nodded weakly. “Just a...scratch.”
A scratch that had already caused her to lose too much damn blood.
“That’s right.” Jason brushed some hair from her face. “You’re going to be just fine.”
She had to be. He wouldn’t accept anything less.
Chapter 5
“You were really lucky, you know that?”
Sophie looked up at Olivia as she checked the dressing covering her wound. “I know.” She nodded. “I still can’t believe someone shot at me.”
“He didn’t just shootatyou, Soph,” Jason growled. Pushing off the wall he’d been leaning against, he looked like a man on the edge as he stalked toward her. “If that bullet had been a few centimeters to the left, it would’ve torn straight through your brachial artery. I know you know what that means.”
Sophie knewexactlywhat that meant. If her artery would’ve been hit, she would’ve bled out on her closet floor before he had the chance to find her.
“But it didn’t,” she reminded him. “And I’m fine.”