Page 151 of Hidden Bonds
I get out of my truck and run over to the bike on its side, where I crouch down, looking at the unconscious man. He’s wearing a hoodie, jeans, and fucking sneakers. On a bike?
He’s breathing, though. I don’t see any visible wounds or bleeding. The bike is small. I don’t even think you could call it a motorcycle. A scooter?
I inspect his neck. I think he’s just unconscious.
I take his helmet off carefully, and oh!
Pretty.
Okay, let’s get him help, dumbass, stop gawking. I inspect him and don’t see any broken bones. I’ll have to call Elijah when I get to my cabin. I’m almost there. I pick him up gently and listen to his chest. He’s breathing easily. No rattling.
So he’s passed out. Probably from the impact.
I carry him over to my truck and lay him down in my back seat, then I grab his bike and lift it into the cab.
Once I’m backat my cabin, I walk inside and grab my phone, twirling the landline in my fingers.
“Devlin?” Elijah sounds as pleased as ever to hear from me.
“Yeah, hey. Sorry to bother you. Are you working?”
“Um, no?”
“Can you come up to the cabin? It’s an emergency.” The closest hospital is about an hour from here. It’d be faster if Elijahcould come up. Then, if he needs medical attention, I’ll take him to the hospital. “I have an issue.”
“You know I’m moving next month. You’re going to have to get someone else to do this. You know that, right?”
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m going to miss him. “Please?”
“What is it?”
“I found a man by my cabin on the mountain. He toppled his bike. I think he’s just passed out.” I know how to inspect for wounds, but Elijah’s more skilled than I am. He’s also discreet, and sometimes I need a little of that. Maybe not a friend. Elijah is something, though.
And yeah, I’m sad he’s moving.
“Devlin, take him to a hospital!”
“You’re closer. Please? Then if he needs help, we’ll wee-woo his ass to the hospital.”
“Wee-woo? I have my truck, Devlin.”
“Please?”
He sighs. “You’re impossible. I’m coming now. Check to see if he has an ID on him.” I hear Elijah get in his car, which means he doesn’t have the ambulance.
“Sorry. Day off?”
“Not any more it seems. Check his ID. I’ll be right there. Search his name to see if anyone’s reported him missing.” Elijah hangs up and I look in his pockets, finding a wallet in his jeans.
The man groans. Good. Making noise is always good. “Hey.” He groans a little more, squirming on the bed. I watch him slowly blink open his soft eyes. One a pale green, the other brown. Striking.
It makes me smile.
“What’s going on?” He blinks a few times, his voice dragging a bit.
“Shh, relax. You’re safe.” I grab his wallet and open it up to find his ID.
Liam?
