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My chest is burning up. My eyes are adjusting to my surroundings as I come around, and all I find is smoke. It takes me a moment to remember what I was doing last. I sit up and immediately begin to push things off me.
“Ragnar!” I call out.
The newly renovated areas are coming down. I think the biggest reason I didn’t burn up was the massive tank he put in here. I reach out for what’s left of the water, and it’s a significant amount. I clear the flames around the room and reach out to see if maybe I can find him under all of this. I hit a hot spot when I get closer to the broken fish tank.
“Ragnar,” I call out again and pull things off of him.
He’s completely out. I’m sure he took the hit for both of us. I almost scream when I see the condition he’s in. I rip my sweater to pieces. I try to calm myself as much as I can so I don’t panic, but the size of the glass coming out of his stomach is making it harder for me to see straight.
I press around it to find that it didn’t hit anything vital. I tap his face to make sure he’s completely out. I clean my hands as best as I can and dry them on my shirt as I grip the glass from the top and pull it out. I immediately use the water to clean the wound, then press a piece of my sweater over it.
“King Ragnar!” someone shouts.
“Over here. Someone help!” I shout back.
“Sal, the Queen is in here,” he growls.
Two guards rush over to us and help me take him out from under all of this. One of them reaches for me when the other clears a pathway to get him out.
“Him. Take him. I’m fine,” I reassure him.
“You need medical attention. He’s got him,” he says, taking my hand.
I want to fight him, but making things difficult for him might not be the best thing for my mate at the moment. He lifts me up, and my vision spins. The images come in and out, but I can see that our suite wasn’t the only one that was hit. How the hell does this keep happening? Who is letting others in here with these things? What would have happened if I hadn’t seen the box? Why was my reaction so fucking slow?
“Sophie!” someone calls out my name.
I look up and take in a deep breath of fresh air. Before I can try to focus to see who it is, I find myself coughing and gagging on the ashes I inhaled while we were in there. Someone says something about the Queen, and I’m surrounded as I throw up my soul onto the damp grass. I look around to see that the guards who helped us are nowhere in sight.
“Ragnar,” I say, trying to stand,
“Don’t get up. The King is going to be okay. We need to take care of you first,” someone tries to get me to sit.
My first instinct is to fight. I growl and push my way through the crowd. It feels like I have swimmer’s ear. I can’t focus, which means I have a severe concussion, but I can’t stop moving. I spot him near an ambulance being loaded up, and I make my way to him.
“My lady-” someone tries to pull me away. I snap at them and get closer to the gourney.
“Help her in here. We’re not going to be able to move her away,” someone else orders.
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“Hey, you have to open your eyes,” I reach for his face. “Water,” I demand. “Please.”
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I desperately look around and finally find the IV packs. Someone tries to stop me, but I rip it open right over his body.
“Lady Sophia-”
“Stop. She’s a medic,” the guy who made them help me up growls at them.
“Okay, you have to wake up. You’re a fucking fireball, there is no way you’re leaving me because of this.” I settle the water over him and open his mouth. I force it inside of him to clear his throat. “More!” I order. I’m handed two more packs and continue clearing his airways. As soon as I get the last of the residue out, he gasps for air and then coughs up blood. “Get
back!”
The roar he releases scares everyone out of the ambulance. I put my hand up when the EMT tries to reach for him, and I sit up on the bed in front of Ragnar to cover his eyes as he comes back to me. If he’s overwhelmed he can hurt someone or himself.
“Sophia,” he growls, a low gurgling sound.
“It’s me,” I reassure him. His arms immediately come around as he tries to catch his breath. “I need you to lie back. You have really bad wounds from the explosion. We have to treat you.”
“You’re hurt,” he says. His pupils are dilated. I’m sure the only reason why he’s conscious is that I’m here.
“I’m okay,” I promise him and lift myself as much as I can so he can see me and not lash out.
I push him back, and he lets me. Once he’s lying flat on his back, I look over at the EMT. He lets out a heavy breath and relaxes in the corner he chose to make himself small in. I give him a nod, and he waves the others in. I sit back without letting go of his hand as they use better supplies for the bleeding. Someone starts fussing over my head injury, and the EMT who stayed in here to try and help me contains him and sets up an IV for me with very steady hands.
“Did you clear your airway?” he asks. I nod, feeling the burn of my stomach acid in my chest, throat, and the roof of my mouth. When he starts taking my vitals, I adjust the way he’s doing it.
“New?” I ask, not wanting to notice how badly the room is spinning.
“It’s my fourth day,” he nods.
“It
gets easier with practice. It’ll be muscle memory soon,” I say, rubbing my eyes. I look over at Ragnar to see that he’s having trouble breathing.
As soon as we arrive at the hospital, I tell the doctor what I found, and he graciously bows to me and continues to help him inside. My body responds to being here. It might not be the same hospital, but it knows what kind of place it is. I’m escorted to a private suite where Dr Polucci is waiting for me with a very worried look on her face.
“Oh, goodness,” she says, and begins running all the vital signs tests the guys did in the ambulance. “Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding?”
“Sixteen,” I smile.
“You little asshole,” she chokes out, something between a laugh and a sob. Her arms come around me.
“I should call the King and tell him where we are, Ragnar is going to need blood. Get something for the swelling and a yellow pack. I want to assist the doctor who will be performing the surgery.”
“Okay,” she nods and immediately pulls out her phone. She offers it to me.
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“Where are we?”
“St. Lucian’s.”
“What?” the King growls furiously.
“It’s Sophie,” I clear my throat.
“Oh, fuck, Sophia,” he lets out a sigh of relief. “Where are you?”
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“St. Lucian’s. You need to get here fast. A huge piece of glass went through Ragnar’s abdomen, and his lungs collapsed. He’s going to need blood as soon as he’s cleared for surgery.”
“I’m an my way. Are you hurt?”
“Not badly,” I reassure him. “I have to call my grandma.”
“Okay, yes. Do that. I’m sure she’s going insane right now,” he hangs up, and I dial her number.
“Sophia?”
“How did you know it was me?” I ask as Aimee injects what I need into the IV piece already in my arm.
“Oh, fuck, Sophie,” she cries. “I didn’t. I’ve just been answering like that every time my phone rings.”
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