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“Easy, mate,” he says, grabbing my hips.

“My ribs,” I pant, trying to breathe through the pain.

“I’ve got you,” he says softly.

He gently lifts me out of the car and shifts me onto the stretcher. “Let me get the back. Are you comfortable?”

I lean back. “I think I’m as good as I’m going to get right now.”

He nods, his expression grim.

My eyes widen as he moves aside, and I see the wreckage of my car. My hands fly to my mouth. “Oh, my god!”

“Shh, I know it looks bad, but you’re okay. Dillon is going to be okay.”

“That car was everything,” I say, tears spilling onto my cheeks.

“We’ll get your things out of the car. I promise.”

I see Dillon as they lift her out of the car. Her eyes are closed, and panic slams into me. She’s unconscious.

“Why isn’t she waking up?” I ask, panicked.

“She will. We’re working on her,” the EMT assures me. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

He pushes my stretcher toward the ambulance, but my eyes remain locked on Dillon.

“She’ll be right next to you,” my rescuer reassures me, squeezing my hand. “What’s your name?”

“Mabel.”

“Nice to meet you, Mabel. I’m Miles.”

I nod, looking at Dillon as her stretcher is moved next to mine.

I automatically touch the throbbing area on my head, and a second later, blood trickles into my eyes.

“Shit!” I hiss.

“Easy. You opened the wound again,” Miles tells me.

I wince as he works to stop the bleeding.

“Ready?” another guy calls.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Miles says.

The ambulance doors close, and we head to the hospital.

We hit a few potholes, and I grimace as the pain in my ribs and head increases, making my vision fuzzy at the edges.

“Stay with me,” Miles urges, clutching my hand.

His glowing eyes are the last thing I remember before I pass out.

FOUR

Miles