One too Many

Chapter 22

Mariposa Samara

It has been around 15 minutes since we were trapped in the panic room.

Cale's condition is stable, thanks God. When he came back inside injured I was about to loose it. My heart was pounding so fast, I was so scared that the bullet hit something vital.

"Can you sit down, please?" Asher asks, more like pleads. I wish I could. I want to sit down more than anything else, but I need to finish programming the door panel so we can get out of here the second it's settled outside.

"I can't. I need to finish this. If I don't complete the coding we won't be able to leave unless someone breaks the door, which is near impossible." I share as I walk to the table I was working on that is settled vertically along the wall Cale and Cole are leaning against.

I mean if my boys are as smart as I know them to be, they will bring our grade one explosives with them. But I know they will be panicking and could forget them. And I dropped my damn phone outside.

Using anything else to contact them will waste time I can't afford to lose. I just hope Uncle explained the situation well enough for them to know what to bring.

I need to hurry up before I collapse. I can feel my body getting heavier, my lungs are burning, and my heart rate is through the roof and it hasn't even been 15 minutes since I missed my medicine time. I need to do it, if not for me for Cale. He needs proper medical attention as soon as possible. I don't know the extent of his injury without proper medical supplies and the possibility of any infections.

All of them starts talking at once, trying to argue with me. "If I knew a better way to do this I would have done it, believe me. I don't take my health lightly, I promise. But in order for Cale and I to get proper medical attention as soon as possible, I need to finish this quickly. It's the easiest and fastest way my brothers can reach us, but I need to complete it. It should only be around ten minutes and if something happens, you are all around and I trust you with my life." I share my thoughts honestly with them, as gently and clearly as I can, then hurry to start working.

Yelling won't solve anything and they are already worried.

The table is at least very comfortable to work on as it matches my working height perfectly, so I can stand without bending on it. Which is great considering my current condition. My back is to the room as I face the glass wall and Uncle.

I feel a giant body gently press against my back. I tense a little, then relax against his body. This presence is a safe one, not a threatening one. One of his gentle giant hands sneaks around my waist and the other rubs my back softly.

The room is silent as I work. Nobody objects, probably feeling the urgency in me.

I am halfway done when I feel a little pang in my chest causing me to wince uncontrollably as my hands shake on the keyboard. Fuck. Not now.

Ian's arm tightens around me pulling me firmly against his chest. "What's wrong, Baby Girl?" His voice is laced with concern and I can feel everyone in the room move closer to me.

"I-" I start to say but I groan at the tight pinch I feel in my heart and I clutch my chest tightly leaning heavily on Ian.

Fucking heart, can't you work properly for five minutes? God damn it!

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Ian

I can feel her body go rigid in my hands before she winces, her arms shaking. I try to stay calm as I ask, "what's wrong, baby girl?", but my concern is very evident in my voice.

My brothers hurry to our side, even Cale is leaning against the wall his pale face even paler with worry.

"I-" she starts but groans as pain etches her features, her right hand clutching her chest in a death grip. She is leaning most of her weight on me as we hear her murmur under her breath, "Fucking heart, can't you work properly for five minutes? God damn it!"