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Booki Chapter40
“Put her in my car.” Racing, I open the back door. Her breath is bubbling, gurgling out.
I’m shaking, barely able to concentrate on the road and dialing his number.
“Dallas, you need to come to the clinic. It’s an emergency.” I can’t hide the urgency that borderlines hysteria in my voice.
He has her in his hands, rocking back and forth. “What have I done? Don’t die. Stay with me, Kennedy.” She’s unresponsive.
Getting her on the operating room table,I try to get out what I think he might need, trying to recall all my emergency training that I have never had to use before. They only train you for the what ifs. I’ve never had a what if until now.
Opening bandages, I put tight pressure on her neck to stop the flow of blood. I have to be careful not to put too much pressure or else she can’t breathe. She’s only taking little shallow breaths. They gurgle in her throat. It’s as if she’s drowning in her own blood.
Dallas walks in, calm, getting stuff from the shelves. His hands don’t shake like mine are. Uncovering the bandage, he looks at it, pulling apart the flesh, seeing how deep down it goes. Putting the bandage back on, he presses my hands more firmly on her throat.
“Did you do this?” He’s asking a question that he really doesn’t want the answer to. He’s getting out steel trays wrapped in blue cloth, opening them up to reveal silver–tipped instruments that are able to cut through our skin easily…but they leave scars.
“No, I did.” Clayton’s ready for the fallout.
“You need to call her parents. They need to be here. She might not mal
- it. Now get out, and don’t come back in.”
“I’m not leaving her.” He makes a stand. One by one, Dallas’s brothers make it into the small room, crowding the space. Dallas just concentrates on what’s before him.
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“You need to help me, Rya. Can you do this?” Inod my head yes, still applying pressure. Her skin is purplish, red, as the blood withdraws from her extremities to try and save her vital organs. Her nail beds are bluish, and she’s cool to the touch. A deep breath in, then a pause…Iwait until another breath is taken in at irregular intervals. Her lungs seem like they have the death rattle.
I watch as his steady hands put an intravenous into her arm, connecting it to a line that’s attached to a bag of blood. He turns pours into her.
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“I won’t leave!” Clayton screams out to all of them. All Dallas does is look at the second oldest. It’s just a look before all four brothers instantly. Unlike me, he feels every punch that comes his way, bone- crunching pain as the brothers do what the good doctor wants. He
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“Call her parents,” Dallas says once more to him. I’m not sure he heard. The door closes behind them, leaving us alone with the dying female.
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“Okay, Rya, see this bag of blood? I never want the line to run dry. Keep an eye on it. The blood’s in the fridge. Take out another ten bags from the freezer. They need to be put in that warmer over there to thaw them out.” I do what he tells me to.
He’s pulling the bandage away from her throat, injecting something into the wounds to make the bleeding slow down slightly. I don’t see that an artery was hit. If it was, she would have bled out on my lawn.
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She looks so peaceful now like she’s just resting, ghost–like. He’s suturing up her neck. Starting very deep, he pulls the skin together layer after layer. His gloved hands are all bloody.
“Can you suction her, Rya?” Turning on the suction machine, Istick the long hose down her throat. I put my thumb over the hole in the tubing, allowing the suction to remove blood in her lungs. Lots of blood is coming into the canister, filling it up crimson red.
I look at the bag; it’s almost done. I reach into the fridge and change it out for the almost empty one, spiking the new bag of blood and hanging it on the pole again. Her color is starting to come around very slowly. He’s injecting some more solution into her open flesh.
“What is that?” I stare at the syringe.
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“It helps to constrict the blood vessels so the bleeding is more controlled,” All his attention is on her. She’s lucky; he just saved her life.
More bags of blood are emptied into hervein. After at least an hour of sewing her up, he’s finished. As he washes his hands at the sink, I can’t l look at that ruined neck. She gets to wear the scars of their love for every wolf to see. These are not claimed scars; no, these are the scars of a wolf wanting to end a life.
Dallas picks her up, holding her close to his body, a bag of blood resting on her stomach.
I open the door for him to go into one of the recovery rooms. Aurora is waiting there, bed prepared, a pungent tea already brewing. Dallas places her on the bed while giving Aurora detailed instructions about what to do for the next few hours.
I hear soft crying from a female in the waiting room. Kennedy’s mother is weeping into her mate’s arms. Both stand up as Dallas approaches them. “She’s out of danger, but we need to give her more blood. You can see her now.” Only her mother takes a step to the room; her father turns and walks out the door. Heavy rage seeps out of his body. Dallas cleans off the table, preparing another line of blood, as if expecting another patient to come through those doors very soon.
