Page 71 of When We Fall: Part Two

A nurse rushed forward with a wheelchair, and I helped settle Enzo in. They wheeled him away from me before I could tell him goodbye.

My heart pounding, I went to the nurses’ station and gave them his information.

“I’m looking for Rosalie Bishop,” I said when I was done. “Please. She’s my girlfriend. She was brought in not long ago. She was shot too…”

“She was taken into surgery. Take a seat in the waiting room, and we’ll update you. I suggest calling family,” the nurse said, looking past me as the doors to the ambulance bay opened and EMS poured in with more patients from the party.

I stepped away, my heart aching, and saw Anson standing with Ryder and Trent.

He glared at me but didn’t try to approach.

I sank into my chair and sobbed softly, my head in my hands. I was alone.

I’d never been so fucking alone in my life.

Please, God, if you’re listening, save my family. Fuck. Save my family…

TWENTY-ONE

ETHAN

Iwoke with a groan, every muscle in my body on fire. I felt like I was coming off the worst trip ever.

My eyes burned as I blinked around the dingy room, the fluorescent lighting overhead pure garbage. The incessant humming made me want to reach out and snap the fucking lights into a hundred pieces before I stomped on them.

Through the flickering light, I could make out a body slumped on the floor.

“Fox?” I choked out, crawling to him.

I reached out and gave him a shake, my head spinning. Whatever the fucking hell they’d doped me up with was fucked.

“Fox. Hey,” I rasped. “Fox. Wake up.”

Fox groaned, his lashes fluttering as he tried to open his eyes. His shirt was gone, and he had a bandage on his shoulder, blood seeping through.

I frowned and looked around again, my fear building.

Please, God, no…

The underground.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

“Fox, man. Wake up. I-I need you. Please. Wake up. Fox. Fox!” I shook him again, making his lashes flutter once more. “Wake up! Please…”

“E?” he mumbled.

I scooted closer to him until I was lying beside him on the cold, hard tiles, my arm around his waist as I clung to him.

“I’m scared,” I whispered. “Fox. I’m scared.”

“Where are we?” he rumbled out.

“Underground,” I replied in a garbled whisper.

“Rosalie was shot,” Fox said, his voice trembling.

I froze at his words for a moment before I went up on my elbow and stared at him.