Page 83 of Take My Kiss
“You’re okay. You’re okay,” I mutter soothingly when he cries out.
Bodie swings the door open. “You find him? He okay?”
My eyes shift to Sam, who’s next to him. “He should be, but I’m gonna take him to the vet to get looked at.”
The last thing I want is to scare Sam, so I keep it vague.
“Text or call me when you get there,” he says.
“I will.” I jump in the driver’s seat and back out of the driveway, then call the animal hospital to give them a heads up we’re coming.
It’s thirty minutes away, but I make it in twenty.
Everything’s a blur from the moment I carry him in, and they lead us into a room. I set him down, and they immediately take over, looking at the wound and for any others. They find a bite mark on the other side of his neck, but it’s not as deep as the claw marks.
“Is he gonna be okay?”
“He’s lost a lot of blood. We’re gonna prep him for surgery.”
“Surgery? What for?”
One of the vet techs explains he’ll need a blood transfusion, and once they clean the wounds, they’ll get a better idea of the internal damage.
I get thirty seconds to tell him he’s going to be okay and that I love him before they take him away. Remy and I have been through so much together over the past seven years, my heart shatters at the thought of losing him.
“Mr. Langston?” I turn at the sound of my name, trying to hold back my emotions. “I found an extra scrub top that should fit you, if you’d like it.”
Looking down, I remember I’m shirtless and covered in blood.
“The bathroom’s down the hall.”
I take the shirt. “Thank you.”
Once I’ve cleaned up and get dressed, I head out to the waiting room and text Bodie an update. Then I call Amelia.
But she doesn’t pick up.
I try again five minutes later, and this time it goes straight to voicemail. I’d be worried if she weren’t with my family and Raven. Most likely, they’re still at the strip club, and she can’t pick up.
Sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs, I hold my head in my hands and say a silent prayer. Remy’s strong, and he’s going to pull through, but I need to feel like I’m doing something to help.
The thought of coming home each night and not being greeted by him tears me apart. Especially once Amelia and the kids leave, I’ll be left alone in the house without him.
“Mr. Langston.”
I sit up, then stand when I realize it’s the vet in front of me.
“How is he?” I ask eagerly. “Can I see him?”
“Let’s talk in the back.”
chapter nineteen
Amelia
“I can’t believeyou talked me into this!” I shout at Bellamy over the music.
It’s so loud, I can barely hear my own thoughts.
