Page 187 of Burn Like An Angel
VIOLET HILL – COLDPLAY
An obnoxiously largebunch of sunflowers clasped in my hands, I follow the signs to the male ward. I left Lennox and Raine in Xander’s room while his discharge papers are signed and went on a hunt for flowers.
I know I’m in the right place when I spot two familiar figures outside a hospital room, both with crossed arms and hard scowls. Neither look like they’ve slept in days.
Ethan sees me first, arms dropping so he can wave. “Ripley?”
I adjust the flowers in my arms. “Hi.”
At the sound of my name, Enzo straightens. I expected the rest of the Anaconda team to be here, but from what I understand, the whole of Sabre Security is facing months of evidence collection and investigating. They must be overwhelmed.
“Hey, guys.”
“What are you doing here?” Enzo looks over me.
“Here to see the patient.”
“It’s good to see you in one piece.” He smiles reassuringly. “Been discharged?”
“Not with a clean bill of health, but yes. I’m free to leave.”
“You need a ride somewhere?” Ethan offers.
“Are you still our protection detail?”
“For the time being. While the investigation is ongoing, you’ll have security.”
Unease filters into my bloodstream. “Are we still in danger?”
“The main threats have been eliminated. We believe you’re safe.”
“Consider it a precaution,” Enzo adds with a wink. “We’re already working with the authorities to round up suspects based on your evidence.”
“I’m not taking any more risks after what happened.” I glance between them, offering a genuine smile. “So thank you.”
“You gave us a scare,” Ethan admits. “The car wreck was a complete disaster. And finding you passed out on that damn jet shaved ten years off my life.”
“Sorry?” I pose it as a question.
“It’s us who should be apologising. I’m sorry it took us so long to get to you.”
“Apparently, I have the guys to thank for my rescue.” Cool metal slides along my arm, reminding me of the bracelet I’m still wearing. “But thanks for coming to get me.”
“Sure thing.”
“Is Warner awake? Lennox told me he’s here. I want to see him before we leave.”
Enzo rolls his shoulders, working out the tension. “He’s pretty heavily drugged right now. His surgery is scheduled for the morning.”
“Surgery?” Anxiety explodes inside me.
Looking down at his feet, Ethan flinches. “His leg was crushed in the wreck. It cut off the blood circulation. The doctors have tried all they can to save it, but…”
“No,” I whisper, horrified.
“It’ll have to be amputated,” Enzo finishes. “There’s nothing else they can do.”
“Shit. I’m so?—”
