Searing pain was like a fire in my lower right side. Willow's face was in my lap and we were barreling down the road.
"Ma'am? Ma'am, did you manage the gearshift?" a man's voice called over the system's speakers.
"What the f**k is going on?" I lifted my foot off the gas pedal.
"Sir? Are you the driver of the car?" the man asked me.
"Of course I f*****g am." What kind of i***t had Willow called.
"I'm the police officer following you. Your passenger alerted us to an issue. You've been shot. We're trying to get the car to slow down."
That's what the fiery pain was. I eased Willow back against my chest as I tried to lift my leg to step on the break. "We were headed to Good Shepherd."
"Yes. We have their ambulances en route. We just need to know your end destination," a woman called.
