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“Fuck. Hold on. I’ll be there soon.”
The emergency room had been a clusterfuck of traumatized and worried people, Levi among them. He still was angry that he was denied entrance to her room. There wasn’t any room anyway with the crowd of people surrounding and milling around Finley, intense expressions and deliberate, sharp movements.
Kaden, joined by Carter, forcefully guided Levi to the waiting room only to have him stand guard at the entrance. Soon, Cash joined him, their eyes trained on the treatment room where their everything lay. Sharlee was talking to the personnel who had come looking for information on Finley. Soon, a member of the medical staff called for Mr. Morrison. Levi turned from the spot where he had been standing.
“That’s me. How is Finley?”
“Mrs. Morrison is doing as well as could be expected. She has lost a fair amount of blood, but she’s holding her own on that score. Do you know her blood type in case we need to supply some? We’ve typed her, but it good to know in advance.”
To his credit, he didn’t blink an eye at the reference to Finley as his wife. He was also glad he’d read her second set of dog tags that she kept on her bedside table. “AB positive.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely because I have O positive and we discussed, I can donate to her.”
“It’s possible. Is that what you would want to do if necessary?”
“Of course.”
“I have AB positive,” said Cash.
“We’ll type you both then and make sure it is compatible, and then we’ll go from there. Hopefully, we can list at least one of you as available if blood is needed. I’ll check on her while you are getting that done and if it looks necessary, I’ll get one of you to donate in advance, so we’re ready if that’s okay.”
“Let’s do it.” Levi turned to Callie, who stood closest. “You hear that?”
“Yep. I’ll tell the others.”
Levi nodded and he and Cash left the room with the doctor. “Is she in real danger?”
The doctor looked at them for a moment. “I understand you are both prior to the military.”
Levi nodded. “Marines.”
“Tough couple. And you are?” he asked, looking at Cash.
Levi answered. “Cash has AB blood.”
“Ah, a relative. Okay, well, she’s critical, but it seems that is mostly from blood loss more than internal damage. Of course, you understand that we could get in there and find something we didn’t expect, and all bets are off.”
“I do understand, but Finley is tough. She’ll pull through,” said Levi.
Levi was never more focused on things as he was at this moment, and he’d done enough missions to have some pretty intense situations to compare to. But this was personal. Finley was his heart, lying in a triage room getting constant one on one by people who anticipated something as yet unidentified would go south on her and it damn near destroyed him.
“Can we see her?” asked Levi.
The doctor hesitated before nodding. “You can look from the doorway. Don’t let the tubes and wires spook you because it is helping take the stress off her body. You want that.”
“Understood.”
The two men stopped in front of a room next to the physician and Levi tried to school his expression and tamp down his fear. He closed out the hallway noise, the machines beeping, the attendant’s words as they monitored her, and the room cleaner as she tried to clear the discarded equipment wrappers, and the blood, Finley’s blood, from the floor.
He looked at Cash, who was focused on Finley, their strong woman, who was agonizingly still. The doctor said, “She isn’t in pain because we are making sure of it. It’s tricky due to where the bullet landed, just a few centimeters from severing her artery. Heightening her state of jeopardy and she lost a lot of blood, but it’s all good now. She is stabilizing and when we have the right team assembled and she is stable enough, then we will go into surgery.”
“What is her risk?” asked Cash.
“All surgery—”
“What is Finley’s risk?” Levi asked.