Wrapping his fingers around one of Mac’s small wrists, they all waited with bated breath while the medic assessed her condition.
“Her pulse is a little weak, but it’s steady.”
Trevor used his shoulder to wipe water from his face. Carefully sliding his fingers between her head and the floor, he checked for any wounds there.
The contact caused Mac to grimace and moan again, which Trace took as a good sign.
“There’s a sizeable bump back there,” he told them. “Between that and her state of unconsciousness, I’d say she’s got a pretty good concussion.” With a quick pat-down of her extremities and torso, Trevor looked back over his shoulder at Coop. “I don’t feel any obvious injuries anywhere else. We can’t rule out internal bleeding until she’s checked out at the hospital, but my gut says she’s going to be okay.”
Blowing out a breath, Coop ran a hand through his wet hair.
Like Coop and the others, Trace was relieved to hear Mac’s injuries weren’t life-threatening.
In an unexpected rush, the thought of another woman close to Coop struck Trace hard. A womanhehad a sudden and fierce need to get to.
Fuck.
“Emma!” He blurted her name to no one in particular.
His stomach dropped, a million questions forming in his mind as it filled with the image of the beautiful blonde.
Was she okay?
Had she been near the blast?
Was she hurt, or...worse?
Coop’s suspicious gaze burned into his, narrowing slightly before the two men swung their heads in tandem toward the burning hole in the wall.
Horrified, Derek cursed under his breath. “I didn’t even think about her. And shit...where the fuck is Jake?”
Ah, hell.
“Jake!” Trevor yelled for the man, Grant and Derek joining in.
At the same time, Coop shouted his sister’s name. He started to stand, but Trace put a hand to the guy’s shoulder.
“I’ll get her. You stay with Mac.
He was pretty sure Coop wanted to argue, but Trace was already starting in that direction.
“What about Jake?” Derek shouted over the noisy sprinklers. “He was in the hallway when the explosion hit!”
Trace kept his head on a swivel as he moved, but he didn’t see any signs of the other man. Not until he tripped over a booted foot.
Son of a...
Looking down, he saw Jake’s leg sticking out from beneath a pile of rubble. “Here!”
Unable to just walk past and hope for the best, Trace began throwing debris to the side. Ignoring the biting sting from the pieces that were still burning, he was careful to keep them away from everyone else.
Buried beneath a pile of drywall, broken boards, and pieces of the ceiling, Jake was lying face-down on the carpet. And he wasn’t moving.
“We’ve got this, brother.” Derek looked over at Trace as Trevor and Grant joined in on the effort to uncover their friend. “Go find Emma!”
He turned to go but stopped when Coop shouted his name.
“Winters!”