“That might be wise, Mr. Saint. We’ve not been able to reach him.”
I clench my fists, trying to rein in the anger. Of course they haven’t. I let out a growl, and she squeaks before literally running away from me.
The other nurse removes the needle from my arm, and everything spins when I sit up too quickly. “Careful, Mr. Saint. You just lost a substantial amount of blood. Let me grab you some juice and a cookie.”
I nod, grunting because that’s about all I have right now as I fight off the dizziness.
This is such fucking bullshit.
I dial Harrison’s number, but it rings out. Fucking asshole. So I try again. This time, he answers on the third ring.
“Two calls, Lincoln. It must be important.”
I grind my teeth together at his haughty tone. “East was shot. He needs blood and I’m not a match. I need you to come down here.”
I finish speaking and he laughs.
He fucking laughs.
“You really don’t know, do you? I didn’t think he’d actually keep it from you.” He laughs again, and I hear the sound of a door closing before the background voices disappear. “I won’t be a match either, Lincoln. I’m not his father. Call Fiona.”
He ends the call and I blink down at the phone.
Say fucking what now?
* * *
This day can get fucked.
When I get my hands on whoever the fuck it is that took Octavia and shot East… I’m going to bathe in their fucking blood.
It’s been a few hours since East went into surgery and I still haven’t heard anything beyond they managed to source more blood. While that makes me feel a little better, it’s not enough to erase my need to break things. People.
“Lincoln!” I look up as Uncle Luc saunters into the room and wraps his arms around me. I stiffen at the touch, and he backs up. “You doing okay?”
I deadpan, “I’ve been better.”
“Yeah I guess you have. Do we know anything new?”
“Nothing yet, just a whole lot of waiting. Oh and finding out that East isn’t Harrison’s. And the fact that there is exactly zero anything leading us to whoever the fuck took my girlfriend. So yeah, fuck all.”
He nods stoically, his brown eyes softening. “It’ll be okay. I’ll help where I can.” He takes a seat next to the one I was just in. “Why don’t you tell me everything you do know. This is one of your hospitals, right? So anything you say here is safe enough.”
I let out a sigh, nodding as I sit. “Yeah, it’s one of ours…” I trail off, trying to get everything lined up in my head after this fuck fest of a day and try to explain everything to him again, in more detail this time.
“Fucking hell, you definitely know how to wade into the really shitty waters, don’t you, kid?” He scrubs a hand down his face as he processes.
“So your girl is wanted by the Knights, but we don’t know why. We suspect they killed her dad and that’s somehow tied into all of this. A secondary crazy has her held hostage somewhere, and we don’t know why, and East is fighting for his life. That sum it up?”
“Yeah that’s about it.”
The squeak of sneakers on the floor echoes out again, and I stand, coming face-to-face with a woman I haven’t seen before. “Mr. Saint?”
“Yes?”
“I’m Dr. Stanton. Your brother is out of surgery. It took longer than expected because they had to do a sternotomy in order to remove the bullet that damaged the right ventricle. Your brother had to be placed on bypass in order to repair the right ventricle.”
Luc shakes his head as I try to work out what the fuck she just said. Pretty sure most doctors learn in med school not to use bullshit technical language when talking to civilians, but if the hatred she looks at me with is anything to go by, she knows exactly who I am and isn’t a fan.