Page 94 of The Devil's Revelation
The next ten minutes are a blur. I don’t know what happens other than Medic giving Izzy another shot of something and making sure she keeps breathing on her own. Whoever was on the phone with 9-1-1 is now talking to Medic as he tells them a bunch of medical jargon that I don’t understand. The only thing I can see is Izzy. She’s so deathly still, panic is gripping me by the throat.
When the ambulance finally comes, I don’t think, I just follow as they bark things at each other and rush her out of the room and down the stairs. “Sir, you’ll have to meet us at the hospital,” the EMT tells me briskly as they put her into the ambulance.
“No, I’m going with her,” I snarl.
“Torque,” Medic says firmly. “We’ll take care of her,” he promises just before he climbs in with them.
“Come on, brother,” Stone urges, I want to argue with him, but he firmly takes my arm and pulls me over to where my father is waiting by King’s truck.
King flies after the ambulance, and I silently sit, praying. I don’t pray, don’t believe in it, but I will do whatever I have to do to make sure that Izzy lives. God, this is all my fault. If I had gone to bed with her this wouldn’t have happened.
“Don’t,” my father says firmly from the front seat, turning to look at me. “Don’t start down that road.”
I realize that I must have said that out loud. “Fuck, Dad,” I rasp, “I told her I would protect her. That she would be safe in the clubhouse.”
“And she was,” he returns. “We’re going to get to the bottom of this. Shadow and Viper are already on it, and Cryos is reviewing the cameras to see what happened. Beating yourself up is not going to help her.”
I know what he’s saying, but it does nothing to assuage my guilt. I can’t get the picture of Izzy lying there, so damn still and not breathing out of my head. I hang my head in my hands. Despair claws at me, but I swallow it down. She’s going to live. She has to live.
I can’t lose the woman I love already.
“How’s Mom?” Stone asks quietly, and I lift my head.
Dad’s mouth thins. “She’s shook up. Sage is with her and Sniper in the other cage.”
“Thank God Mom found her,” I say quietly.
Everyone nods, though we all wish it hadn’t been her. This is going to shake Mom up for sure, but we’ll be there for her.
When we get to the hospital, we all head for the front desk. The clerk at the desk looks at us all with wide eyes. “Isabelle Mills,” I say desperately. “I’m her husband.” No one corrects me, so the woman just nods.
“She was brought in and they’re working on her now. If you’ll have a seat, I’ll have someone come out and talk to her as soon as they’re able.”
“Is she alive?” I ask quietly.
Her eyes soften. “Yes, sir, she’s alive. Whatever she was injected with almost made that not the case, but since she was found so quickly, she’s got a greater chance at pulling through. Now, go have a seat and we’ll send someone out soon.”
“Thank you,” I breathe.
We go to the waiting room, where everyone else is already starting to pile in. I see my mother sitting in the corner, Sage and Syn on either side holding her hands. I make my way over to her and Mom looks up at me with tear filled eyes and an ashen face. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she sobs quietly. “I should have been faster.”
“No,” I say harshly, reaching down and hauling her up and into my arms. “No, Mom,” I whisper into her hair. “You saved her. If you hadn’t found her when you did, she wouldn’t have had a chance.” Mom holds me tight as she cries, her body shaking. My throat is tight as I hold her, trying to calm her down. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you.”
“Oh, baby,” she whispers against my neck. “She has to be okay. She’s strong, she’ll fight.”
I nod, and slowly let her go. My father is there to immediately pull her into him, scooping her up bridal style and sitting with her curled in his lap. Mom holds on to him tightly and the love between them is so evident at this moment that I have to look away.
I want that. I want that with Izzy, and for that to happen, she needs to live. She needs to come back to me.
I don’t know how long we wait, but each second feels like an eternity. Others in the waiting area are giving us a wide berth, but I ignore them. I don’t give a shit about them or their problems.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Medic emerges, looking exhausted. He moves to us and says, “She’s going to make a full recovery, thanks to her getting treated so quickly. Another five minutes, and we would be having a very different conversation.” My breath whooshes from my lungs and I have to steady myself against the wall at the relief I feel. “She’s still sedated, because we need to give her body a chance to rest, but she’ll probably wake up in a few hours. They’re going to move her to a private room soon and then you can go in and see her. Only close family is allowed, so I got permission for you, Bullet, and Rose.”
“Is there any permanent damage?” Rose asks softly.
“Her brain waves show no brain damage but until they do an MRI and CT Scan, they can’t be one hundred percent sure,” he says cautiously. “But right now, it looks good. My estimate is you walked in only a minute or two after she was injected, and since you started CPR right away, chances are good she won’t have any lasting damage.”
“Do you know what she was injected with?” I ask.
