Chapter Forty-Seven
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What seemed like an eternity, as my life slowly threatened to leave my body, was only a mere fifteen minutes when the first pint was administered into my body. That one was followed by a least two more. I could faintly hear Roger rooting for me to pull through. No matter how much we gave each other a hard time, we still had each other’s backs. I wonder how many shades of green his face had displayed, witnessing my near-death? The beeps and hums coming from the monitors alerted the surgical staff to my will to live. I’m not gone yet! I have news for my shooter. I’m back and coming after you!
Meanwhile, in the waiting area...
The Chief, the unnamed officers, George and Hanna made their way back to where my mate, Tiffeny, and the others, were waiting. The minutes slowly ticked agonizingly away as they nervously waited for any news about my condition. Ever watch a clock and you swear you saw the second hand go backward? Mitchell Owens finds Hanna seated between her uncle, cousin, and George.
“Hanna, what happened? Are you okay?” he asked her, grabbing her into his embrace.
“I’m fine. It just became overwhelming,” she sheepishly replied.
“How, what happened,” he sternly stated, his eyes demanding an answer.
“Sergeant Black needed first aid...”
“Sergeant Black needed first aid,” he mocked her reply. “Really, Hanna? Is that the best you can do?”
“So, I’m a sucker for wounded animals,” she tried to defend herself. “I am a biologist.”
“C’mon, we’re leaving,” Mitch said, roughly grabbing Hanna to drag her away. But Hanna fought against the pull. The Chief gave notice to the struggle and glared in Mitch’s direction.
“I need to know if he’s stable. I’m not leaving until I know for sure. This is important to me, Mitch, please,” she declared firmly, standing her ground with him.
“Fine!” he huffed. Knowing that he can’t force her to his whims, Mitch reluctantly gave in to Hanna’s defiance. He kept Hanna close to his side, far from her friends and family.
Sometime later, my partner Cass finally arrived at the hospital. She looked confused at what was taking place. Needless to say, everyone else was surprised by her late arrival as well.
“What’s going on? Who’s the officer?” she asked sincerely, clearly out of breath.
“Where have you been?” Chief Edwards questioned Cass with his most serious tone.
“Out following a lead. Would you believe that the batteries for my phone and walkie went dead?” she tried to explain.
“And your two-way in the vehicle?” Fenton Edwards continued to press.
“Out as well, and the vehicle had a flat tire too,” she answered, frustrated at her situation.
Before the Chief could grill my partner any further, a nurse followed by the surgeon, still covered in most of my blood, entered the waiting area. All eyes quickly focused on them.
“As of right now, I can inform you that Sergeant Black pulled through the surgery,” he spoke, letting out a heavy sigh. “However, he’s not completely out of the woods, but his vital signs are stable...for now.”
On hearing my name, Cass’ eyes went wide in horror. “Oh my g-d, what happened? Not, Mike, it can’t be,” she mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.
“He’s stable and we’re leaving,” Mitch sneered at Hanna. His rough hand grabbed Hanna’s soft one and jerked her out of the seat, sending a jolt through her body. He pushed them past the surgeon and nearly knocked the nurse over with his harsh movements. But before they completely left the waiting area, Hanna was able to yell out to the surgeon.
“Tiffeny Lowell needs to stay with Sergeant Black! No exceptions!”
“That’s against medical protocol. You don’t know what is being dealt with. Miss,” the surgeon tried to explain. Somehow, in that short space of time, Hanna found her strength and broke away from Mitch’s tight grip on her hand. She made her way back to face the surgeon. Anger radiated from her frame. You know, if she was a wolf, she would be dangerous right about now. Never stand in the way of an angry she-wolf. How do I know this? Well, have you met my mother?
“No! It’s you who doesn’t know what you’re dealing with,” she shouted at him, her eyes holding an intensifying glare as she pointed her finger at him. “From the look of your appearance and the call for blood, you nearly killed him!” Hanna continued to yell furiously at him. “Tiffeny stays with him at all times. Do I make myself clear, doctor?”
“Crystal,” the surgeon spoke, struggling with the acute phlegm in his throat.
The nurse and the surgeon exchanged knowing glances. The nurse then left to make the preparations for Tiffeny’s extended stay. I was quickly moved into a regular private room that was set up to be an intensive care unit with various monitors and machines to help keep me alive. It had plenty of room for the attending nurses and for my mate. Ha, my own Alpha room. I’m smirking on the inside. Wink. The Chief had a uniformed officer stand guard outside my room for cautionary protection.
Later that evening at the Police Department...
All who were gathered at the hospital except for Mitch, Hanna, Tiffeny, and the posted uniformed officer, solemnly gathered in a large conference room. This room is your typical conference room. Nothing special about it. Chief Edwards took his customary seat at the head, then everyone else took theirs.
“Tiffeny and Micah, ha,” said Mrs. Winston, wiping a rogue tear from her face. “Who would’ve thought? I never thought that I would live to see the day that he would move on. He’s been so heartbroken for too long. I’m so happy for both of them, honest, I am.”
“Yeah, who would’ve thought that,” her husband, the Captain remarked, trying to get her to settle down.
“They fell hard for each other,” she kept pressing the matter. Mrs. Meghan Winston loved and lived for office gossip. It has secretly given her a reason to look after her older brother Fenton since his wife died years ago.
“Yes, Megs, they fell hard,” Fenton Edwards acknowledged his little sister. His hand mindlessly wiped down his face as he was attempting to gather his thoughts. “Okay, moving on!” the Chief said taking charge of the impromptu meeting. “How are we going to divvy up the assignments? Someone needs to follow the leads on what happened to Sergeant Black.”
“What about Lieutenant Barton? Have him deal with the findings,” the Captain put forth.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea, considering what he has already put the whole department through? Is he trustworthy?” Fenton asked.
“He’s a good detective and an officer. Those girls knew the dangers they could be putting themselves into when they agreed to the assignments,” Carlton reminded his superior officer.
“Assignments I would never have agreed to in the first place,” Fenton also reminded the Captain.
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