Another took my arm, and they were bending in front of me. “Bren.” It was my brother. I kept blinking, trying to slow the room down, but it wasn’t working. He lowered his voice even more, concern edging in. “Do you have to go in?”

I grasped onto his arm and held firm. Maybe he could stop the room.

I was starting to feel nauseous.

Whatever I had in my stomach was coming up. Fast.

“She’s pale.”

My mouth clamped tight. I wasn’t going to throw up. Everything would be fine. This was not a big deal, not a deal at all. Definitely not big.

Channing’s hand grew tighter on me. “I gotta take her, just to be safe.”

Hawk said, “I’ll come with you. She’ll want another girl with her.”

She didn’t know me, but that thought was brief and fleeting, and why was my head hurting so bad?

I heard someone else snort. “She doesn’t know that Monroe either.”

I was being walked across the room, then led outside.

There was conversation happening behind me, but I couldn’t make out the individual voices or what they were saying. I was only aware of being led out into the sun, blinking and hissing, and feeling nauseous all over again. Then I was in a truck, my brother’s. I recognized the smell of bullets and coffee, and behind me I felt a dip in the truck.

The door opened.

Hawk scooted in, taking the side by the window. I was in the middle.

Channing came around, getting behind the wheel, and then Hawk gave us directions to the hospital.

After that, everything else just sucked.

Chapter Thirty-Two

CROSS

Jordan and Zellman were right on my heels when we hit the hospital.

I didn’t stop at the front desk. Moose was in the waiting room, and seeing us, he stood and pointed down a hallway. Turning the corner, Channing was at the end. He was standing by a desk, looking around him. Spotting us, he straightened, and a second later, a girl looked down our hallway.

I was guessing that was Hawk, based on Bren’s descriptions of ‘serious badass braids.’ The girl had a side braid going down both sides of her skull and falling close to her waist.

Jordan saw her and slowed down. “Whoa.”

I passed her, my chin lifting toward Bren’s brother. “Room?”

He knew. A nod to the right and a “146” was my response.

I headed that way, going into the ER section. He sent me to the main room, but from there, I saw Bren’s other boss standing just outside of an area sectioned off by a curtain. He glanced over, seeing me, and moved back for us. I didn’t look to see who all was following us. I didn’t care.

Sweeping in, I stopped at the end of her bed.