Chapter Twenty
Jen
“Find him Noah, I am fine!” I yell through my tears as they bring me in through the Emergency room. I had missed most of the drama as it went down and nobody was giving me the information I needed other than a bad ass whooping took place. I had no way to know if Cal was okay or not unless I sent Noah to look.
I watch as the ER fills up with everyone, including Lexington and Tayla. I cringe when I see her, but Carrie is on it.
“Tayla, this isn’t the time or the place.” She says, looking at her with the same distain I do these days.
Tayla disregards Carrie who looks like she will kill if provoked. It saddens me really because they were once close as sisters. “Jen, I notified Blythe and Derrick Dorian, they are on their way and with your permission I would be happy to take Axe with me until there is word on Cal’s wound so that Mya can be here.”
I hear what she says as it drains the blood from my head. “His wound?” I ask, choking on the words. “What wound? Somebody tell me something!” I cry out, demanding someone just tell me.
Tayla, calm as ever and completely under control looks at me softly. “I will tell you what I know, but I need you to remain calm and level headed because it is what Cal needs most now.”
I nod in agreement as everyone else watches on as she relays what she saw. “He definitely broke his hand, his dominant one from what I could tell. Anyone who saw it would clarify that, no doctor required.” She turns to look at Chad and Shamus. “Make sure Brian gets in touch with the best orthopedic hand surgeon immediately before anyone touches him.” She looks back at me seeing the panic at her words. “Calm remember?”
I nod and brush at the tears on my face as multiple doctors try to rush her out.
“Please, she is fine to be here.” I look at Tayla who for lack of a better definition, is the only one keeping me sane right now.
“He has a stab wound Jenny, lower left quadrant, but he was stable as he left. That is why I called Blythe and Derrick so that he had next of kin here for answers. Mya is bringing Axe on her way and I would like to help by keeping him safe until we know more?”
I might be crazy, but crazy don’t bluff and I need her help right now. “Yes, please.” I say and look at the doctor who is pissed that I am not giving him my undivided attention.
“Miss Pope, we need to get you for x-rays now.” He says and nudges Tayla to the side. She is too calm, too collected and I suddenly see what they all always said that never made sense to me until now. She was always in business mode, even in tragedy she was capable of running the world.
I established trust with Tayla early on when I gave Axe to Cal. She had always regarded me with respect and with everything that happened I never looked at her side of this world.
“Thank you Tayla.” I say as they wheel me to the x-ray and away from anyone willing to tell me anything.
Cal
I wake as we exit the ambulance and look around for anyone I know, someone who will tell me where my girl is. I try to sit up when pain unlike anything I have ever felt assaults me. I try to look down, my view is blocked by the oxygen mask over my face and the various tubes over my body.
“What..the..fuck…” I say, but my voice is like gravel with barely any sound.
“Mr. Dorian, we have you at St. Joseph medical in Tacoma sir. Can you tell me you understand me?” He asks and I nod, looking around trying to find anyone.
“Mr. Dorian, you can’t use your hand sir, we have stabilized it as best we can.” He says as I try to lift the mask from my face. I realize it is my playing hand and start wailing.
“No… can’t be…” I say, but the fight to speak is unbearable.
I watch as they rush me through these automatic double door things and down a long ass hallway until they stop in a room that is freezing cold.
Here, things go from fast paced to rapid crazy as people hustle and rush sound me barking orders at one another. I try lifting my hand, wanting to see it, but a guy in green scrubs stops me.
“Mr. Dorian. My name is Doctor Isaac Bradford. I am the trauma surgeon here at St Josephs. You have a substantial loss of blood as well as a stab wound on your side here and I need to stop the bleeding. Do you have any allergies?” He asks and I shake my head no, still trying to find anyone.
“Jenny Pope…she here?” I ask and use the good hand to stop the fucking Doctor so he will answer me.
“I am not sure sir but I can find out.” He says as they cut my jeans off my and transfer me to another table. The doctor sends a nurse to find my girl and I finally calm down.
“Mr. Dorian, I need a name for next of kin. Is Jenny your wife?”
“Not yet.” I say and start laughing courtesy of whatever this doc gave me.
“Congratulations.” He says with a kind smile before barking more orders at the nurses.