“I don’t know. Darcy… Darcy, look at me.”
“Go away,” he blubbered. “Don’t look at me.” He covered his face as more tears fell.
“I want to help.”
“You promised.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You’re a liar.” The tears turned instantly caustic, and he shot me a dirty look. “Why the fuck did you move offices?”
I didn’t understand what he was asking, but I tried to keep my cool as I took inventory of his visible injuries. The arm he cradled to his chest seemed to be what ailed him most.
“What’s wrong with your arm?”
“It’s fucking broken.”
“How did you break it? Did that motherfucker do it? Did he beat you up?”
Darcy growled, pinching his eyes closed as he shook his head. “No. I jumped out of the car. It looks way easier on TV. Why’d you give me a junk card? Fucking asshole. I’ve been walking all over the goddamn city trying to find your fucking bullshit office.” He whimpered and buried his face against the floor as another round of sobs escaped.
“He needs a hospital, D. Do you want me to call an ambulance?”
“No. We’ll take him. Keys are in my coat. Pull the Jeep around. I’ll carry him down.”
“Don’t touch me. I can fucking walk. I walked here, didn’t I? My legs aren’t fucking broken.”
Tallus glowered as he got to his feet. “Calm down, kid. He’s trying to help.”
“I don’t need help.”
“Then why are you here?” Tallus asked.
Darcy sobbed.
Tallus rolled his eyes and found the Jeep keys.
I examined Darcy’s bloody, shredded pants. He claimed his legs weren’t broken, but I suspected he would be sporting some decent bruises or cuts underneath.
Jumped from a car? Christ.
Tallus raced out the door and headed for the elevator.
“Hold it for us,” I shouted. “We’re coming behind you.”
I examined Darcy, trying to figure out the best way to get him off the ground without hurting him further. “Come on, kid. On your feet or I’m carrying you against your will. You decide.”
Taking the majority of his weight, I helped him stagger upright. He whimpered and cursed. When he jarred his left arm, he yelped in pain. I’d broken more than my share of bones, so I knew exactly how he felt.
As I assisted him to the elevator, he leaned heavily against my side, animosity seemingly forgotten. I hated people in my personal space, but something inside me calmed knowing Darcy was away from that Lukyan asshole.
“You got a health card, brat?”
“In my wallet with your bullshit junk fucking piece of shit card.” Another sob, but he bit it back and growled instead, like he feared I might judge him for being weak.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You gave me your business card when I worked for Janika at the supplement store.”