Page 92 of Her Captivated Hero

He and Dex both dove for the bottom of the outer door zipper. They got it unzipped. Dex got the beaker out of Riya’s hands and she fell into Gray’s arms. He could feel the heat emanating off her.

“How much?” Dex demanded.

What the fuck was he talking about?

Gray was pulling at the suit, trying to get it off her.

“So cold. I’m so cold.” Her teeth were chattering. Her hair was drenched in sweat, her face was beet red.

“Riya, how much do we need to administer?” Dex articulated clearly.

She looked at him glassy eyed. “Same dosage amount as meningococcal vaccine,” she said softly. Then she started to cough.

They heard the distinctive sound of the SKYPE call coming in. “Dex, answer it,” Gray snarled. “Give them the update.” He turned to Wyatt. “Get me every goddamn blanket in this goddamn room.”

Gray sank to the floor and started rocking Riya in his arms.

“Don’t move,” she begged in a tortured whisper. “Going to vomit.”

“Riya, Honey, do you have the anti-toxin for your poison? Is it in the lab?”

“Only anti-toxin for royal family. No time for me.”

Gray shuddered with agony. Wyatt came and started swaddling her in blankets. “I’ve called for an ambulance. Dex told the brass. They’re notifying the president.”

“Get the antitoxin to the family. Please Gray. Save them.” He could barely hear her. Her eyes were filled with hope, right before her eyelids drifted shut.

“As you wish.”

She didn’t answer.

“Riya! Wake-up!” He shook her. She convulsed.

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It was amazingwhat could happen when the King of the Universe cut all the red tape. Members of their special operations came with a doctor to pick up the beaker with the antitoxin, and a mere minute later the EMT’s for Riya arrived. Gray wouldn’t have been surprised if they loaded Riya onto a stretcher made of gold. There were at least fifteen soldiers escorting her to the lobby.

“Gray,” a familiar voice yelled as he was hovering over Riya’s stretcher. He looked up and saw Mason coming in from one of the doors. He ran over, one of the CDC scientists in his wake. Mason glanced down at Riya and blanched.

“I’ve got Jeff here,” he said pointing to the scientist. “Wyatt has been keeping us informed. We’re here to help find the antitoxin for Riya.”

Gray nodded grimly. He couldn’t take the time to talk. “Wyatt. Keep talking to Wyatt,” he said as he went out the door with the EMT’s.

When the ambulance tech inserted an IV into Riya’s arm, he saw purplish spots forming on her arm. Gray had read up on meningitis. This was bad, it was one of the later symptoms of the disease.

The ambulance ride was long, his eyes never left Riya’s face.

Gray tried to pick up his men on his receiver. It wasn’t working. Too many machines in the ambulance.

He pulled out his cell phone. “Sir, you can’t use your cell phone in the ambulance,” the tech said.

“This is an emergency.” Gray said in his officer voice.

“You will interfere with the machines that are helping to keep this woman alive, do you want to do that?”

Gray put his cell phone back in his pocket.

He trusted his men to do what was right.