Redemption:Slick Rock 18(11)By: Becca Van
“She refused to come to the hospital. I’ve got a medical bag packed with everything we’ll need, but I want you two with me.”
“Is William all right with being left on his own?” Axel asked.
“It’s been quiet tonight. He’s okay with me taking the rest of the night off. He said he’d call if he needed me,” Camden explained.
“We’ll meet you there in five,” Axel said and disconnected the call.
“What’s going on? Is the she Camden was referring to, Enya?” Phoenix flung the cover aside, stood and grabbed his jeans.
“Yes. Someone tried breaking into her place and she ended up cutting her hand. From the urgency in Camden’s voice, I suspect it’s bad.”
“Let’s go,” Phoenix said after shoving his feet into his boots.
Axel pulled his truck keys from his pocket and raced toward the front door. He and Phoenix scooped up their medical bags by the door just in case they were needed and hurried out.
Five or so minutes later Axel parked the truck and they were jogging toward Enya’s front door.
Camden arrived seconds later and followed Axel and Phoenix into the house.
“Where is she?” Axel asked as he glanced about. It barely registered how little furniture there was in the living room. He was too anxious to see Enya to take much in right then.
“Bedroom down the hall,” Cree answered.
Axel entered Enya’s bedroom with Camden and Phoenix on his heels. One of his friends gasped at the sight of their woman curled up into a tight ball on the mattress on the floor.
Axel’s heart surged with relief when he saw that she was alive and breathing. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until he set his gaze on Enya.
Camden nudged him aside with his shoulder and knelt on the edge of the mattress. Axel sucked in a deep breath as he went to his knees and crawled up the mattress until he was behind Enya.
She didn’t move or flinch when he gently clasped her shoulder.
“How long has she been out of it?” Camden asked as he opened his bag and began pulling things out.
Phoenix kneeled on the mattress near Enya’s feet and placed the tips of his fingers against the pulse point near her ankle bone. “Her pulse is regular and steady.”
“She’s got a light sheen of sweat on her face and she’s way too pale.” Axel brushed the strands of hair away from her forehead and cheek.
“You said she fainted?” Camden glanced at Wilder.
“Yeah.” Wilder frowned as he glanced at his watch. “That was fifteen minutes ago.”
“She’s had those dark smudges under her eyes since the first time we saw her,” Phoenix said.
“We’ll just have to keep an eye on her,” Axel said as he reached over and clasped her wrist in his hand. He held her firmly in case she woke up while Camden was working on her. He didn’t have to be a genius to tell that she was going to need stitches. The blood soaking the dishtowel wrapped around her hand was testament to that fact.
Camden donned surgical gloves and then began to unwind the towel from around her hand. They all sucked in noisy breaths when they saw the sliced skin across the entire length of her palm.
Anger surged into Axel at the wound. If the intruder had cut Enya he was going to find the fucker and rip him a new asshole. The cut spanned from one side of her hand to the other and would need a lot of stitches. She wasn’t going to be able to work while she healed and it would no doubt be hard going for her to do the easiest of tasks since she used her right hand, which was the hand with the wound.
Camden ripped open the antiseptic wipes and then placed a small absorbent pad under Enya’s hand on the mattress.
“Do you want me to open a bottle of saline solution?” Phoenix asked.
“Yes, but I’m going to give her a local before I do anything. The saline and the antiseptic is going to sting like a bitch otherwise.”
“It’ll still hurt,” Axel said in a quiet voice.
“Yeah, but not as much, hopefully.” Camden prepped the shot and was just about to inject it when Enya moaned.
Axel tightened his grip on her wrist and pressed it harder into the mattress, but not hard enough to hurt her or mark her skin. “Easy, honey. You’re safe.”