Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(104)
“She’s lost way too much blood,” Elder Bridges muttered from above me. “She’s not making any sense.”
“It’s a fucking kid’s playground,” Cain muttered harshly…then zapped me again, my eyes shooting wide as I grunted. “Do the damn math.”
“Were’z…Sin?” I asked groggily.
“He’s inside with the kids,” Cain stated evenly, his thumb running soothingly over my cold flesh, even though he was staring off somewhere else. “He and Brann are entertaining them.”
“Good,” I muttered. “He’d…freakz.”
“Make room,” Leric ordered gruffly, also watching where Cain was, snapping his free hand’s fingers at the Guardians. “Let him through.”
Elder Farrar instantly moved, and a moment later, I dimly saw an older spirit man kneeling in his place, listening as Leric explained what had happened, and he started rummaging through a platinum medical case he carried, stating evenly, “We need to get her to the hospital.” He pulled a syringe out, quickly shooting me up with medicine in my arm. “Call ahead and have them wait for us at the doors.”
“Where’s it at?” Elder Bridges asked instantly. “I can get her there faster than any of you.”
I inhaled sharply as a bolt of medicine hit my brain like a lightning bolt, and then grinned sloppily, feeling no pain whatsoever, “Tha’z…nize.”
The doctor ignored me, telling Elder Bridges, “You won’t be able to give her any peace, anything to soothe her, so don’t even waste your power on it…”
He went on with what seemed like endless directions until Elder Farrar cut him off, stating, “For fuck’s sake, she’ll never make it there. Give me the name of the doctor, and I’ll take her there myself.” He maneuvered, lifting me into his arms. “Name, people. Give me a damn name.” He was given a name…and we were instantly floating in a shrouded mist of golden entity…and reappeared in what looked like a surgical room, which was in use, scaring the medical staff, but not the poor sedated bastard on the table who got sliced by a startled nurse with a scalpel. Elder Farrar stated calmly, and pleasantly, while they screamed, “Hello. I’m Elder Farrar, a Lajak.” He lifted me a bit in his strong arms. “This is the Chosen, and if you don’t want the One to kill you, I would suggest you fix her.” He smiled pleasantly when they quieted, expressions shocked. “Or I could kill you now if you don’t move your asses and do as I say.” He dipped his head. “I’ll leave that choice up to you, since you’re all so fond of them here.”
I chuckled, slapping his face with a bloody hand. “You rock.”
“Yes, and since I’m not the only one who likes you, do try not to die.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“I don’t want a goddamn scar!” I shouted three days later at the arguing doctor, then held my stomach, grimacing at the fiery burn that produced, pressing my hand against the hospital gown I wore. “Find me a plastic surgeon to fix it!” My cheeks flushed beet red. “It’s embarrassing enough it happened. I don’t want a permanent reminder of my own senselessness.” After all, I hadn’t even seen the idiot coming at me. That was mortifying in itself. One minute I was killing two others, then the bastard had snuck in and gutted me with my own sword before Leric killed him. “Plus, I’m too small a woman who is unhealthy, lopsided, and has mothering hips.” I sniffed delicately. “The last thing I need is something else to feel inadequate about.”
Everyone blinked, my Lajaks staying blessedly mute around the fringes of the room, Leric just staring silently with a hand over his mouth, but the doctor did not. Instead, he inhaled heavily, stating with extra-insincere patience, “Ms Jules, you are a very lovely woman,”
“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit.” I tossed a cup of ice at his head, which produced a pained grunt from me, and a ducking move from him. “I. Want. It. Fixed.” And damn, if my chin didn’t tremble…and it was actually true, because I didn’t want to be scarred, the cut hideous.
Elder Farrar sighed heavily, leaning down where he stood on my right side of the hospital bed, murmuring, “You really are a pain in the ass when you’re sick.”
I growled, my embarrassment quickly turning to anger, my gaze snapping to Sin across the room. “Quit telling them this shit about me!”
“He didn’t have to,” Cain rumbled on my direct left of the hospital bed, reaching down to flick an ice chip off my blanket. “I believe we’ve all figured this out on our own by now.” Navy blue eyes met mine through thick black lashes, and he stated evenly, voice deep and rough, “And the incision isn’t that bad.”
Instantly, I hissed, “It’s hideous.” I hated anyone, much less him, had even seen it when the nurses cleaned the healing wound. “I want it gone.” My eyes flicked back to the doctor. “I don’t care about all the medical jargon you’ve been spouting for the last half hour, the minute chances of something happening while I’m put under again. I just want the damn thing gone, so quit arguing, quit listening to Leric.” I pointed at myself. “I am the damn patient. Me. My body. And it is my damn choice, so find someone to make it happen.” I slammed my finger at Leric. “And you, just shut your fucking pie hole. I already know what you think of my body. You don’t care whether I’m scarred and uglier than I already am compared to your Miss Perfect. You only care that I don’t die in some rare occurrence, so just shut it.”