* The helicopter landed as I fought to get Kristen Bauer back. My mind flashed back to so many other times where I fought to save someone. So many times I had failed. Tears leaked from my eyes as my arms ached from the struggle. The door opened and Nolan was there, pulling the gurney forward. "Hold on, Gina." I braced myself against the gurney, never missing a beat. I saw Damon Kieschnick running over. "Damon!" I called out in relief as he neared me. "What am I dealing with?" I grabbed his hands and guided them to Kristen's chest. "She was shot. Caiden did quick clot but she stopped breathing on the flight here. Damon, you have to save her." I sobbed. "She can't die. She's all Caiden has." Damon grabbed my arms and hauled me down next to him. "Help me get her inside." I wheeled one side and he was at the other. We were at some small clinic and he rolled her into a bay. A nurse whipped the curtain shut. Damon started barking orders at her until we were alone again. "Guard that curtain. They're human. I'm not trying to explain..." I nodded, my eyes full of tears. "Your sister is here by the way." He was rubbing his palms together. "What?" I swallowed as I watched his hands starting to glow. "She's just down the hall. We're taking her back to my clinic as soon as I have Kristen stable." His hands hovered over her chest. "Go on, Gina. Find Grace." I shook my head. "I'm guarding the curtain." Damon's eyes met mine. "Go find your sister. I'll be here." I stepped out of the small area and made my way passed one room and then another. I saw Grace. She was in the bed, still as death. I stepped inside. "Gracie?" I moved next to the bed. Her face was bruised and her skin was pale. She'd lost so much weight. Dark circles were under her eyes. The monitor beeped a steady beat. I pulled the chair closer, taking her hand. I laid it against my cheek. The sob caught me by surprise because I hadn't meant to start crying. Everything was a mess and I felt helpless to fix any of it. I just wanted her to be okay. I wanted Kristen to be okay. "Miss?" I looked up at the nurse that stood just inside the doorway. "I'm sorry. She's my sister..." I swiped at my cheeks. "The family resemblance is remarkable. Would you like to meet your nephew?" I nodded as she pushed the cart forward. The baby was swaddled and laying inside the bassinet. I picked up this tiny bundle and more tears filled my eyes. I'd killed men without hesitation and yet nothing scared me more than this tiny little baby. "Elijah. She named him Elijah." I held him, my eyes filled with wonder. "Is she going to be okay?" The nurses smile faded as she moved to Grace. She checked her IV and the print out from the monitor. "She had a lot of trauma. I think her mind shut down to protect her." That wasn't an answer. "We'll be transferring her to Bellingham soon." The nurse nodded. "We will have her ready to move." With that she stepped out and I held my nephew. He was fragile to me, so small. Had Grace's captivity taken an irreparable toll on him too? I prayed for Caiden to come back. I needed him. Kristen needed him. I sat down, situating Elijah so I could hold Grace's hand. Just like I did when we were kids, huddled in the dark and scared. *

* The helicopter landed as I fought to get Kristen Bauer back. My mind flashed back to so many other times where I fought to save someone. So many times I had failed. Tears leaked from my eyes as my arms ached from the struggle. The door opened and Nolan was there, pulling the gurney forward. "Hold on, Gina." I braced myself against the gurney, never missing a beat. I saw Damon Kieschnick running over. "Damon!" I called out in relief as he neared me. "What am I dealing with?" I grabbed his hands and guided them to Kristen's chest. "She was shot. Caiden did quick clot but she stopped breathing on the flight here. Damon, you have to save her." I sobbed. "She can't die. She's all Caiden has." Damon grabbed my arms and hauled me down next to him. "Help me get her inside." I wheeled one side and he was at the other. We were at some small clinic and he rolled her into a bay. A nurse whipped the curtain shut. Damon started barking orders at her until we were alone again. "Guard that curtain. They're human. I'm not trying to explain..." I nodded, my eyes full of tears. "Your sister is here by the way." He was rubbing his palms together. "What?" I swallowed as I watched his hands starting to glow. "She's just down the hall. We're taking her back to my clinic as soon as I have Kristen stable." His hands hovered over her chest. "Go on, Gina. Find Grace." I shook my head. "I'm guarding the curtain." Damon's eyes met mine. "Go find your sister. I'll be here." I stepped out of the small area and made my way passed one room and then another. I saw Grace. She was in the bed, still as death. I stepped inside. "Gracie?" I moved next to the bed. Her face was bruised and her skin was pale. She'd lost so much weight. Dark circles were under her eyes. The monitor beeped a steady beat. I pulled the chair closer, taking her hand. I laid it against my cheek. The sob caught me by surprise because I hadn't meant to start crying. Everything was a mess and I felt helpless to fix any of it. I just wanted her to be okay. I wanted Kristen to be okay. "Miss?" I looked up at the nurse that stood just inside the doorway. "I'm sorry. She's my sister..." I swiped at my cheeks. "The family resemblance is remarkable. Would you like to meet your nephew?" I nodded as she pushed the cart forward. The baby was swaddled and laying inside the bassinet. I picked up this tiny bundle and more tears filled my eyes. I'd killed men without hesitation and yet nothing scared me more than this tiny little baby. "Elijah. She named him Elijah." I held him, my eyes filled with wonder. "Is she going to be okay?" The nurses smile faded as she moved to Grace. She checked her IV and the print out from the monitor. "She had a lot of trauma. I think her mind shut down to protect her." That wasn't an answer. "We'll be transferring her to Bellingham soon." The nurse nodded. "We will have her ready to move." With that she stepped out and I held my nephew. He was fragile to me, so small. Had Grace's captivity taken an irreparable toll on him too? I prayed for Caiden to come back. I needed him. Kristen needed him. I sat down, situating Elijah so I could hold Grace's hand. Just like I did when we were kids, huddled in the dark and scared. *
I let my palms hover over Kristen's chest wound. The bullet had already worked it's way out of her body. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the wound its self. I felt healing cells gather in my palms and could feel the wound working to heal. Veins and arteries closing and sealing. Finally cutting off the blood flow. Kristen was no longer bleeding out. I smoothed my palm over the meaty flesh of the hole that remained in her chest. I decided to let Kristen do the rest on her own. I needed to conserve my healing abilities. " Doctor?" A femine voice called from beyond the curtain. I rushed to pull on gloves and bloody them up from Kristen's clothes and wound. The curtain was pulled open and I turned to greet her. She looked at Kristen's monitors and noted her heart rate. " She's stabilizing. She lost so much... How?" I shrugged. " Miracle. I checked her wound, and made sure her blenders were closed off. The medic missed one artery. I sewed it off and the rest is all her and well maybe the Great Spirit. " She pressed her hand over her chest. " Oh thank goodness. I thought we were losing her. " I smiled and made work of sewing up the bullet hole in Kristen's chest. " She's not out of the woods yet, but she's stable. She needs a transfusion and I heard that supplies are short here. " She nodded. " Yes. We haven't had any supplies delivered in months. " I nodded. " I'll be making a donation on behalf of the Larronta Reservation. The chief will be in touch and we'll get you supplies. Least we can do for you treating our friends. " She teared up. " Thank you. Bless you and your chief. " He's my cousin, so he'll hear me out. You'll get help. " I winked and went back to work on Kristen. She'd recover. Her body just had to work through the blood loss and from the color coming back into her cheeks...she was well on her way to healing. I removed my gloves and tossed them into the trash. I washed my hands and stepped out into the hallway abd headed toward the desk up front. " Can someone clean the blood up on her and get her as clean as we can for transport? " The nurse agreed and a few aides started to scramble to get supples at her order. They'd give her a sponge bath and remove her blooded clothes and replace them with scrubs. I meant what I'd said. I was going to leave a check up front on my way out and then I was going to make a plea to Hal and Joel. Then once Quinn had things together he'd help. I went to seek Gina out and she was sitting beside Gracie holding the baby. " He's so beautiful Gracie. Looks like Eli. So much like Eli. He could be his twin. You gotta work through this. He needs you. " Grace's eyes were open, but she wasn't there. They were vacant. She wasn't dead, but her mind was someplace else. I walked over. Gina looked up hopefully at me. This wasn't my fortae, but I'd test to see if I could help. I placed my palm over her forehead and felt brainwaves, so she was in there. " She's in there Gina. She's just in shock. Let her rest. We'll give him formula until she decides to come out of it. It's a body's way of dealing sometimes. " Gina nodded and swaddled the baby closer to her chest. " Thanks, Damon. How's Kristen?" I smiled. " I healed what I could, without making them suspicious. She's holding her own and I'll do more for her in the chopper on the way to Bellingham. " She nodded. " Caiden will be glad to hear she's stable. " I nodded and walked over to look at the baby. He was adorable and it made my heart full. Mik and I had been trying for another baby, but hadn't made progress yet. Only time would tell and it was in the three fates hands. I left the room and headed back to check on Kristen.
ReplyDelete* I laid Eli down in the bassinet and went back to where Kristen was. I eased the curtain aside and stepped in. A nurse was sponging off the blood on her skin. Without hesitation, I stepped inside and grabbed the other sponge, gently wiping her face. "You saved her, you know." I looked at the woman curiously. "They said you never stopped CPR. It saved her life." I nodded in thanks, too overwhelmed to speak. I wiped Kristen's forehead, pleased to see the wounds healing. I kissed her forehead. "I'm so thankful you're going to be okay." I told her. Damon had assured me that Grace would be okay, too. I just needed my mate. I needed him to hold me. He was the only one who could calm the storm whipping up inside of me. I could hear Damon talking and giving instructions, and for once, I was relieved that I didn't have to be in charge. I helped the nurse change Kristen's clothes and then we shifted her to a clean gurney. She covered her with a sheet and blanket. She moved to leave, but I stopped her with my hand on her arm. "Did my sister...was she alone when she delivered?" It was bothering me, not knowing. "There was a man with her. An FBI agent. I assume she knew him because she begged him to stay with her and he did. She was so tired when she came in, and the baby was breached. We were able to turn him and deliver him quickly. I'm honestly surprised he survived. A lot of miracles happening here these past few days." She patted my arm and continued out. I looked at Kristen as color bloomed in her cheeks with each passing moment. "We're loading up in ten." Novalee poked her head inside the room. I nodded, realizing how stiff and blood soaked my clothes were. Some mine from Cantwells bullshit and most Kristen's. Two orderlies came in and wheeled Kristen out to the waiting airplane. I had no idea how Damon managed so much so quick, but I appreciated him. Grace was wheeled out next and Nolan was carrying a carseat. I took the baby and moved to strap him into the seat next to mine. Nolan and Novalee anchored down the gurneys. Damon pulled out heavier blankets and covered each one. I buckled in and draped my arm across Elijah's seat. My eyes burned and I closed them for just a minute, hoping for some relief from the grittiness. *
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