Soul-Mates Forever (25 page)

“Well, now. Ill are we? Tsk, too bad for you. I on the other hand will still enjoy this immensely,” Darndage sneers as he walks towards Pax and reaches around her untying her ropes. I watch, still trying to get the knife freed, as he grabs her arms with one hand, the other pulls her long hair causing her head to go back and her to wince, as he walks her over to the table. She struggles as he picks her up and lays her down, her legs kicking out, her hands grabbing for his arm as he pulls out a restraint and locks one hand in it. He stops long enough to smack her hard across her face and then continues to strap her other wrist in the restraint on her other side. Her arms are high above her head, her feet now being bound at the bottom of the table causing her legs to be spread wide. Once he’s done binding her, he reaches over to a side table, takes the instruments from the bottom of the long table and places them there. The light reflects off a pair of scissors that he picks up, and I struggle more as he begins cutting her jeans.

“Oh, stop struggling, asshole. You can’t help her and you can’t get free. Now just calm the fuck down and enjoy the show,” he growls at me.

Fuck, finally I find the damn hole in my sleeve and inch the knife out slowly. Shit, come on! Keeping an eye on Darndage and continue pushing the small knife from my sleeve until I get it out and open it. Now, if it will just cut through the ropes enough for me to get free, then I’m gonna kill that motherfucker! I only hope I’m in time.

I continue cutting when I freeze as I hear Pax moan. Continuing my cutting efforts, I check on her and see her head moving back and forth. Fuck! My eyes move to Darndage. He removes the scraps of her jeans throwing them on the floor and begins ripping her panties off. Dammit! My fingers move faster moving the small blade across the rope, my hands wringing against them trying to pull them out.

“Hmmmm, I think you need to be a little wider for my girth, don’t you?” My whole body is now moving, pulling away from the pole trying to get the ropes to break when I see Darndage hold up the scalpel, the fingers on his other hand plunging into my love’s core.

“NOOOOOO!” Pax yells, her body moving on the table. Her legs stretched so tight I can tell she is trying to move them but can’t.

“STOP!” I scream. Darndages head turns in my direction. “YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU DO, BASTARD! I WILL KILL YOU AND IT WON’T BE FAST! YOU’LL DIE A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH YOU MOTHERFUCKER! BACK AWAY!”

He laughs and turns toward my girl, her body trembling. He shoves the scalpel into her and the most blood curdling scream echoes in the room. I feel the blood dripping on my hands as I pull harder and harder, feeling the rope loosen as I run the knife back and forth. My head jerks up to the stairs when I hear a crash, and everything seems to happen all at once.

My hands are free and I fall forward, catching myself with my bloody hand as it hits the floor. I’m up on one knee in an instant, and I pull my gun from out of my waistband. I aim at Darndage, who has spun around with the noise, and I fire. He grabs his stomach with both hands, and I see the blood pouring through his fingers as I rush past him and over to the table. I hear loud footsteps running down the stairs as I reach the table. Placing my hands on the table and on either side of her body, I look down with wide eyes at all the blood streaming from her vagina. Turning around quickly I pull the cloth holding the instruments out from under them causing them to crash on the floor, and I push the cloth against her and look up at her paling face.

“Beauty,” I cry. “Baby, stay with me. Don’t leave me now. God, not now! Please, don’t leave me.” I can barely see her with the flood of tears in my eyes. I jump when Hulk rushes up next to me, his fingers immediately pressing against her wrist, then her neck, checking for a pulse.

He looks at me, his smile sad. “It’s there but really weak.” Turning his head over his shoulder, he yells, “Tell Joe to get the paramedic’s down here STAT!” Still pressing on the cloth, I look around to find several men, all dressed in black clothing, running around the place, two of them checking on Darndage and the others taking pictures of the scene. I quickly look back at my girl and pull the cloth back a bit. It’s still bleeding really badly. Tons of noise and commotion is going on around us. I’m abruptly pushed aside as the paramedics get to my girl. I try to get back over there but Hulk holds me back, his arms around me pinning my arms. “Man, let them do their work. She needs them now.”

“I… I need to be near her.” I turn my head to him. “Please. I need to be there.” The tears now streaming down my face and drying quickly makes me wince as the salt meets my wounds. He nods slowly and gives me a sad look.

“Tuck, I’m sorry. I know you want to be with her but you gotta let them help her. Stay with me. I’m here for you. Stay strong for her.”

I relax in his arms but am almost numb with fear as I watch the paramedics work on my love. “Sir, let’s move over here and sit you down so I can take a look at your wounds,” a paramedic asks me blocking my view of my girl. I roughly push him aside and start towards the table when Hulk grabs me and hauls me over to a chair close by, sitting me down in it and squats down in front of me.

“Look. You need to be cleaned up and tended to. When Pax wakes up she’ll need you and you will be passed out somewhere.” I look over at the table, at the people diligently working on her and then at her pale face. I turn back to Hulk as he taps my knee. “You’ll want to be strong for her. And… You look like shit. You’re gonna scare her.” He chuckles a bit and the corner of my lip moves up a little.

Looking up at the paramedic, I nod and then look back at my girl.
God, please take care of her. Please look out for our baby.
I look up to the ceiling and wince.
Please, please help them.
As the paramedic starts cleaning out the wound on the side of my head, I almost pass out from the pain.
Fuck that hurts!
“Sorry. You have a pretty deep cut by your temple. Probably gonna need a few stitches there. I’m trying to be careful but it might sting a little.”
Might? Holy shit!
He turns my head to get to the wound better, and that gives me a clearer look as two men roll a gurney over by the table, and one of the paramedics cover Pax’s bloody body up with a blanket. Then I watch as two men lift her lifeless body and place it gently on the gurney, another one strapping her down. When they begin to roll her towards the stairs, I start to stand. A hand against my chest stops me, and I look at the paramedic. “Not yet, man. Almost done.” He looks over at the others and then back at me. “She’s in good hands. They’ll help her and treat her good and get her to the hospital fast.”

I try to stand again, and both the paramedic and Hulk stop me. Looking at Hulk, I plead with him with my eyes. “I have to go with her. Let me go.”

He looks at me and then at the paramedic. “Hey, let him ride with her. Come on, man. He’s been through a lot. Let him be with her.” He looks at me. “He’ll be quiet, not say a word, won’t interfere in any way.” I nod shakily. Looking back at the paramedic he asks again, “Let him be with her.”

The paramedic stares at Hulk, then looks at me. I mouth ‘please’ at him with my brows creased. He starts cleaning my wounds again and then looks over his shoulder. “Hey! Guys! Hold the ambulance for one more, will ya?” The others stop and look at him, nod and then fold up the legs on the gurney, pick it up and start up the stairs.

I place my hand on the paramedics stopping him from tending to me. “Thanks, man. Thank you.” He gives me a smile and gets back to business.

By the time we get to the ambulance, Hulk is having to half hold me up.
Damn, I feel weak. Can’t do this shit, gotta get to my girl.
He helps me into the ambulance and the paramedic who was working on me steps in and helps to buckle my seat belt. He squats down beside me and checks the bandage he put on the side of my head. “Hey, look. When you get there, they’re gonna take her straight away. Don’t go getting all wild on them or they’ll sedate you. You understand me?” Blinking rapidly I nod. “Good. Let them finish tending to you. You’ll probably need some x-rays, might have a concussion and I know you’ll have to have that stitched up. Ok?” Shaking, I nod again. He stands, opens a compartment and covers me with a blanket. As he starts to leave I put my hand on his arm. He turns his head to me and smiles.

“Thanks. Thanks for everything.” He pats my hand and then takes it and puts it under the blanket.

“It’s my job but you’re welcome. Let’s hope we don’t meet anytime soon or ever again.” With that he winks and jumps off the back step.

Laying my head back against the wall, I turn my head to keep an eye on my girl. My eyes are so heavy, so I figure why they keep a watchful eye on her, I’ll just close them for a minute.

Damn, I wish someone would turn down the noise. Where’s Pax? What in the hell is she cooking, is that a blender?
I open my eyes, blink a few times and see a low ceiling above me. There’s a loud humming noise that’s giving me a fucking headache, and it looks like I’m in some kind of a cylinder or something.
What in the fuck is going on?
I try to pull up my arm to get the fuck out, but it doesn’t budge. My heart starts to pump wildly, and I try to move my head to get a better look but can’t. “What the hell?”

“Mr. Williams. We’re taking an MRI of your head to assess your injuries. Please hold perfectly still. We’re almost done. Thank you,” a female voice says through some speakers.

“Um, ok, yeah. I need to see my fiancée. Like now!” I yell back. I try to pull my arms back, trying to get free but with no luck.

“Sir. I’m sorry. You’re fiancée is in surgery and won’t be out for a couple of hours yet. Please lay still and we’ll get you into a room as quickly as we can.”

WHAT?
I start struggling more. “WHAT? Wait a minute. Surgery? What the hell for? Somebody better tell me what the fuck is going on with my girl.” There’s a commotion outside the machine and suddenly the bed starts moving forward. Quickly, I close my eyes as the bright light hits them almost blinding me. “Somebody better talk to me!” I feel a prick in my arm and open my eyes a slit to see a nurse standing there, concern on her face, and I look down to see her remove a needle. “DAMMIT! TELL ME ABOUT PAXTON! NOW!”
God, that fucking hurt but I have to know!
She smiles at me sadly and rubs my arm. My head starts to feel foggy, and I close my eyes once more.

“Uhhhhh,” I moan. My mouth feels like there’s a cottonball stuck in it, and my head feels like it did that one time when I got so drunk I couldn’t remember where I was. Did I get drunk last night? I don’t remember. Blinking several times I try to open them, but they feel so heavy. I think I’ll keep them closed for a bit longer.

“Tuck. Hey, man,” Hulk whispers somewhere close to me. “Don’t try to move or get riled up. They tell me you have a pretty bad concussion. Want some water?”
Concussion? Where in the hell?
I try to sit up but moan when I move my head. I feel a hand on my shoulder and something against my lips. “Here, take a sip but drink it slow.” I take a sip and then swallow.
Fuck that tastes so good!
I take a couple more sips, swallow and nod for him to take it away.

My head is throbbing, but memories start coming in bits and pieces. My eyes open quickly and I look at Hulk sitting in the chair next to the bed. When I try to get up, the shooting pain in my head causes me to lay back down quickly, my hands holding my head. “Ahhhhowwww,” I moan.

“Hey now. I told you not to move.” Hulks tells me matter of fact.

“Pax,” I choke out through the pain.

Just then the door opens and through the slit of my eyes, I watch Shane and Jessie walk into the room. “She’s out of surgery and in a recovery room but they won’t tell us anything,” Shane says as he stops at the foot of my bed.

Jessie pats my leg and nods at me. “I called her parents. They’re on their way. Man, you look like shit. How’s the hard head?”

Trying to sit up again, Hulk reaches over, gently pushes me back down and then hits a button on the railing. My bed starts to rise until I am halfway sitting and then stops. “That good enough or more? Is it hurting your head too much?” I close my eyes to try to get the throbbing to cease, but it’s no use. I just simply nod a little and reopen my eyes a bit and see him sit back down.

“Surgery. Why?” I croak out. Shane walks around and pulls up another chair on the other side of me while Jessie sits on the foot of the bed. A machine behind me starts beeping.

“Mate, she was bleeding pretty badly when she got here and they needed to stop it. She lost a lot of blood. She’s in recovery so that’s a good sign, right?” Shane fills me in. Taking my hand, I push the covers off me and try to get up. Shane, Jessie and Hulk are all on me in an instant and pushing me back down, Shane covering me back up. “Whoa, mate. You can’t get up.”

My head is going to blow off my shoulders. The machine’s beeps start going off rapidly, which is not helping. A nurse runs in, looks at me and pulls out a needle, and does something behind me. No way can I turn my head to look.

“There now. If you gentlemen can’t keep him calmed down, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” She pats my arm. “Your head will feel better in just a minute. Please, try to relax.”

“If someone doesn’t get me answers about my girl, like now, I’m getting outta this bed and finding her. You got me?” I growl at the nurse.

Her eyes go wide, and she nods jerkily. “I’ll just get the doctor.” She walks fast out of the room, and I look around at my friends. Shane is grinning. Jessie is smirking, and Hulk’s face is frowning and full of worry.

It’s only a few minutes later when a doctor enters my room and walks over to the foot of the bed, pulls up a chart and then looks at me. “I’m Dr. Phillips. What can I do for you, young man?” I’m getting really sleepy and fight to stay awake.

“Pa…” I say groggily.

“Dr. Phillips. I’m Shane, Tucker’s best mate. He’s very concerned about his fiancée who was brought in at the same time as he was. She was in surgery and is now in recovery. Can you please give him an update? It would really ease his mind.” Shane speaks as he walks over to the doctor and shakes his hand.