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He steps forward, or tries to, but barely makes it an inch before I’m on him.
“Do not fucking move,” I whisper-hiss, surprised by the dominance in my voice.
I press a hand to his chest, shoving the taller man back. He barely stumbles, but I don’t back down. Like a viscous peacock, I’m puffing myself up for a fight, ready to protect the perfect, sexy, breedable she-cock behind me.
Wait. No. What?
Fuck.
Stan’s eyes widen before narrowing to a glare. “What the fuck are you doing, Bates?”
I don’t wince under his scrutiny. “Stay away until you can get that shit under control. You hear me?” I shoot a disgusted glare at his kickstand. I may be regrettably turned on as well, but at least I’m not a creep. “You’re a disgrace to medical professionals everywhere.”
I spin before he can respond and slowly step into the room. I turn my death glare on the other men in the room. “Do you need to be in here?” I hiss, jutting my chin at the cops.
One of them, an older, tubby man wearing the worst toupee I’ve ever seen, bristles. “We’re clearing the scene.”
I scoff, shuffling closer to the woman. The desire to protect her, cover her, care for her, is overwhelming. “SWAT cleared the scene. Now you’re just being a fucking creep.”
“Fuck you!” He snaps, but his partner, a man wearing thick glasses, grabs his arm and shoots me an apologetic look. Glasses murmurs something, and whatever he says has Tubby’s shoulders dropping with an indignant huff. “Fine. Let’s go. Jefferson, Decunto, cut the chains so the paddy-wagon-pancakes can fix the chick.”
The cops leave, but not before Tubby shoots the woman another longing glance. He shoulder-checks Stanley on his way out, but my partner is too busy watching the woman to care. My teeth grind together and I rub my hand across my bare head, fighting the urge to roar like a dragon protecting its hoard.
Get it together.
With a steadying breath, I turn to face my patient and edge my way closer to the bed. The firemen look suitably guilty, their gazes directed toward the ceiling as they wait for my assessment. Good.
Fuck. Guess I’m up.
Remember your training, Fred.
“Alright, ma’am, we’re here to help. Can you tell us what happened?”
She sucks in a hard breath but doesn’t respond. Another breath that shakes her body. Hell, she’s going to pass out if she keeps that up.
I move closer, hoping I don’t frighten the angel dove. Her face is tucked into her shoulder still, so I have no idea what she looks like. My eyes and body are begging me to take in her naked form, but I refuse to give in, to be like them. Instead, I scan the scene.
The lights in the room are oddly dim, lit by only a single lamp on the bed table. There are no bulbs in the ceiling, only an exposed fixture. In the center of the room is a king bed with minimal bedding, just a white sheet set that she’s managed to tangle around her ankles. On the sheets, near her plump peach, is a smear of bright red blood.
Fuck.
Unsure what else to do, I set my bag down next to her, giving the firefighters a grateful look when they turn away, offering us her their backs.
“Ma’am,” I murmur softly. She still jumps, shifting as if to put space between us. I choke back a growl. What happened to her? “Ma’am, my name’s Fred. I’m an EMT. I’m here to help you.” When she stops trying to get away from me, and her breathing evens out, I continue. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to untangle the top sheet from your legs and cover you with it so the firemen can come closer and remove the cuffs. Then I’ll assess your injuries.”
She whimpers again, but her muscles seem to slowly soften. Her breathing is still labored, but I’m not worried about her passing out anymore.
“Okay,” she whispers. “J-just don’t touch me.” She swallows, tacking on the sweetest please I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Sure thing, bedbug,” I find myself saying. My brows furrow, and I shake the random nickname away before quickly untangling the sheet and wrapping it over her body. The back of my knuckles accidentally graze her thigh and we both jump.
“I-I said don’t touch m-me!” She snaps, her head jolting from its hiding place.
Thin peach hair parts, exposing a rounded face and the prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I suck in a sharp breath at the same time she does. Holy ballsacks! She’s stunning.
Her face is swollen from crying and there are dark smudges under her eyes, but it doesn’t take away from how gorgeous she is. We stare at each other for a long moment before suddenly, her pretty face crumples all over again.
“It was supposed to be a fun night, but something went wrong,” she cries, curling in on herself. The cuffs tug and I cringe, wanting to jump forward and freeze her movements. “Now I’m bleeding, and it hurts so much!”
