With Love

Chapter Thirty-Three

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The elevator dinged, the doors opening at a snail's pace as I pushed through the space, my every thought on my little brother. Finn followed closely behind having ditched his jacket and tie.

Lyla laughed along with another nurse at their station, completely at ease while Finn's mother tried to save my brother.

"Where is he?" I demanded, placing both hands on the station counter, staring down at the two of them.

Lyla raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over my outfit of Finn's shirt that I cinched at my waist with a belt to give me some form of a figure, before settling on my face. From the way she focused on me, she clearly missed Finn following me. "You need to be more specific," she stated, a smirk tilting on her lips. "We have a lot of criminals come through here."

I dug into my clutch purse and placed the gun on the counter between us, my eyes never leaving hers. "Is that specific enough for you?" I asked in a deadly calm tone.

Her eyes darted from the gun to my stony expression and back. "Dorothy is upstairs in the operating theater," she mumbled, shying away from the weapon I picked up and placed back in my clutch purse.

I nodded my head. "That's what I thought," I said, stepping away from the station and making my way back to the elevator. "My brother will be here shortly, send him to me."

She scoffed before a small excited gasp left her lips. "Finn! I've missed you, stay with us and chat."

Without turning, I heard a small shuffle of shoes indicating she had rushed out from behind the counter to hug him but Finn spoke up, "Not now, Lyla," he said forcefully and seconds later his fingers laced through mine, giving me a comforting squeeze.

We anxiously waited for the elevator. My stiletto tapped on the linoleum floor, unable to stand still while the elevator decided to move like molasses. Finn leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple, tugging on the loose strands of curly hair from my messy bun.

I stared at the metal doors in front of me, wishing that I could burn a hole in them. Anger surged through me and my fist shot out, hitting the metal before I could think. "Why won't this fucking door open?" I demanded, speaking through gritted teeth.

At last, the doors slid open and I shoved through, already pressing the button to go up. Finn stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist. The last thing I saw before the door shut was Lyla's slaw-jawed face.

"Did I call Jasper?" I asked my mind not completely my own. "I can't remember if I called Jasper—I need to call him," I murmured more to myself while trying to fig through my small clutch.

Finn's arms tightened. "I called him from the car, Ana, he's on his way."

My head nodded absentmindedly, my fingers stilling in my purse. We stood in silence up to the operating rooms and rushed out when the elevator stopped. A dim light shone through one glass window and I ran over, my hands already on the door handle.

Dorothy stood inside, her eyes focused on her patient, her hands and gown covered in blood. An uncontrollable sob left my lips and I pushed on the handle walking inside.

Dorothy and another doctor glanced up from where they worked on my unconscious brother. Dorothy's mouth was covered by a surgical mask and she held out a hand before I could take another step further.

"Get her out! Now!" Dorothy yelled as arms wrapped around me, dragging me out of the room.

I couldn't even fight back. My eyes just stared at my little brother lying on the operating table, covered in blood. My lips parted, a small gasp leaving my lips as the door slammed behind us.