A Little Too Much, A Little Too Deep

Chapter 17

A/N Warning: This chapter is an emotional rollercoaster. 

I open my eyes with a gasp and turn my head carefully to look at Dimitri, and his eyes are closed, his cross hanging down around his face.

"Comrade?" I crock, gingerly moving my hand to shake his shoulder, but he is limp against my hand.

"I've called 911, are you ok?!" I hear a voice call out to us as a face appears next to me. A young man, maybe seventeen years old with dirty blonde curls crouches on the ground next to us, his hazel eyes moving frantically over us. I look back over to Dimitri and call his name again, no response. Tears well up in eyes and pour over in a panic.

"Dimitri! Wake up!"

I can hear the young man talking to me, but I can hear my blood rushing in my ears and my chest grows tighter. I move my hand up to his neck and look for a pulse.

He is just unconscious; he's going to be fine.

"What's your name?"

I bring my attention back to the kid and crock out, "Rose."

He nods his head with a tight smile. "My name is Mitchell. I need you to try and stay calm. The ambulance should be here soon."

"Is the other person ok?" I gasp out, trying to get a grip on myself. I take a moment to go over my injuries mentally. My legs are fine, my chest is tight, my neck hurts, my arms and face burn, and my head is spinning. I must have hit my head against the side of the door during the roll.

"I don't know, they bolted. They just got out of the car and ran like they weren't even hurt."

Hit and run. How does someone just walk away from an accident like this without injury? They must have been injured.

"What do you do for work, Rose? Keep talking to me."

"Private security. We both work in private security," I gasp out. It is getting harder to breathe. I can hear sirens in the background and sigh in relief. I don't know if it's the adrenaline coursing through my veins or if I'm going into shock, but as I turn my head to look out where the windshield used to be, I see someone I haven't seen in months.

Mason.

He's looking at me with the same sad expression as always and I start to panic a little. Black spots start to appear in my vision, and I can distantly hear someone telling me to take a deep breath as an oxygen mask is placed over my face. I start to fade in and out of consciousness: the sound of grinding metal, hands touching my body, a collar being put around my neck, someone pulling Dimitri from the car, being removed myself.

"Honey is there anyone we can call for you?" the paramedic asks as he lifts me onto a gurney and wheels me towards an ambulance.

"Dimitri, where is Dimitri?" I ask muffled by the mask. The paramedic lifts me into the ambulance and climbs up beside me, flashing a light in my eyes before continuing my exam.

"Your friend is in the next rig, is there someone we can call for you Rose?"

I try to piece together a substantial thought, but my mind keeps swimming back to Dimitri. God, I should not have looked away from the road. What if he is hurt, or worse?

"Um in my pocket should be my phone. You can call Lissa or Adrian. Someone needs to call one of them," I groan out as he presses his hands against my abdomen. The remainder of the ride to the hospital is a blur and the next coherent thing I see is another man leaning over me, with a lily tattooed on his cheek.

"You're going to be fine, Guardian Hathaway," he says quietly in my ear, aware of the humans around us. "There is a dhampir doctor on the way, we've got you."