Numbly, I nodded.
They got her breathing, but would it stay that way?
I ground my teeth together for letting that fucking thought enter my mind.
Shewouldbe okay.
Shehadto be okay.
Somehow, I managed to make it to the hospital. Yet, as I stood outside the building, I couldn’t bring myself to enter.
The ache in my chest wouldn’t give in.
The stabbing pain in my gut wouldn’t rest.
And my goddamn eyes kept getting wet so I had to roughly wipe at them.
Groaning to myself, I shifted to the side and pulled out my phone. Dodge would want to know. Had someone called him?
“Texas.”
I turned at Griz’s voice.
“You comin’ in?”
Clearing my throat, I nodded and waved my phone at him. “Just callin’ Dodge.”
He tipped his chin up at me. I didn’t like the way he was appraising me. “See you in there.”
Nodding again, he went to go through the doors, until I called, “Griz.”
He turned back.
“Do you know how Zara is?”
Maya’s family had been through so fucking much.
Griz looked grim. “Julian’s rounded up her posse. They’re bringin’ her in.”
Jaw clenched, I nodded once more. She had her women with her. That’d be good enough until she could have her man.
“Texas—”
“See you in there,” I said quickly and turned my back on him. I didn’t know what he was going to say, but I couldn’t risk finding out right then because if it was anything deep, I’d crack. I pushed the call button on Dodge’s number and lifted it to my ear, facing away from the doors.
“Kid, it’s four in the fuckin’ mornin’. You drunk again?”
“Dodge—” I clamped my lips together when just his name got caught in my throat.
I heard rustling on the other end and then he said, “Talk to me, Texas. You all right?”
I hummed under my breath.
“Where are you?”
I scrubbed at my face and cleared my throat. “Ballarat.”
There was a pause, and then he asked softly, “Is Maya all right?”