Page 21 of Worshipped by the BRATVA Grump

“Daisy,” I say, touching her arm.

She groans again, her eyes trying to open. She slowly lifts a hand to her head.

“Hey, hey don’t move. Help is on the way.”

I lean back, lifting my unhurt leg and kicking the windscreen until it pops from the frame. I half climb, half drag myself from the car, ignoring the shouts and screams around me. There’s blood in my eyes that I try to blink away as I make my way to her door and yank it open.

Her side of the car is less damaged, thankfully, but the head wound looks serious enough to need a hospital.

She blinks up at me, confused, frowning, clearly trying to make sense of what happened.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Fire and rescue appear and begin their assessment of her.

“Mech,” she says, reaching for me. I take her hand.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her.

Demyan appears through the throng of people with Jasper and Eduard behind him.

“You remember anything?” he asks, ignoring the side eyes from the paramedics.

“No, I was almost at the bridge and a car T-boned me.”

“Color? Make? Model?”

“Dark,” I snap. “Where is Natan?”

“I told him to go to the café and let the women know as they will be worried about Daisy.”

“They don’t know Daisy is with me.”

Jasper snorts. “Those women know everything. How is she?”

“Head wound,” I say. “I want her to have the full works,” I bark at the paramedics. “At the best hospital.”

“What about you?” Eduard says. “You have a cut on your forehead and you’re limping.”

“I’m fine,” I say, not taking my eyes from Daisy as they lift her from the car. She has a neck brace on and the fear that grips me is so overwhelming I think I lose my mind for a second.

“Hey,” Eduard says. “You know she’ll only get the best, we’ll make sure of it. But you need to go to the hospital too and get that leg looked at, it’s bleeding pretty heavily.”

I look down at my leg and cut the fabric away so I can see what I’m dealing with. Angry purple bruises are already spreading over my skin.

“It’s just where it was trapped,” I say.

“It needs stitches,” Demyan says, twisting his mouth in disgust.

I roll my eyes, it’s not like he hasn’t seen worse.

“For fuck sake, Demyan, it isn’t like we haven’t dealt with worse.” I follow the paramedics as they wheel Daisy to the back of an ambulance and lift myself into it with a grunt. “I’m not leaving her.”

My cousin holds his hands up in surrender.

The ambulance gets us to the hospital in under fifteen minutes, and Daisy is taken immediately through to trauma. A nurse the size of a tank wearing a blue uniform with her hair up in tight curls takes one look at me and tells me to sit.

“I’m not leaving her,” I say, pointing at Daisy who is going in and out of consciousness like a yoyo.