I lifted her into my arms. “Everything’s going to be okay. You’re okay.”
She didn’t make a sound. I hoped to God I wasn’t too late.
I went to Tara’s side. She was already out of the truck with the door opened to the back row.
“Oh my God! Are they alive?”
“I think she is.” I carefully put the woman inside and strapped her in.
Roja must’ve turned the heater on full blast. It was stifling.
Christ, I was worried about this lady. I couldn’t see her face with her scarf wrapped around most of it. She obviously was trying to keep warm. Dammit. There was no telling how long she’d been stuck there. In these parts, there weren’t many cars out on the road at this time of night. And on a holiday, no less.
Roja touched my arm. “We need to get her to the hospital.”
“N-n, no…”
“You need medical attention,” I told her. Slurring her words and confusion were signs of hypothermia.
She shivered, teeth clattering. “N-n… no.”
Tara and I looked at each other, both stumped.
I shut the door. “Get in, baby.” I helped my woman into the truck and went around to my side. It was too damn cold to argue with this woman. She needed help. I would get her some whether she wanted it or not.
As if I’d let some injured female tell me what to do. Hell no. I didn’t need another death on my hands.
I settled into my seat and looked back at her. She’d lowered her scarf, pleading green eyes staring back at me.
She opened her mouth. It shook like crazy. I never saw someone struggle so much to speak. I could tell she was a fighter. Whatever she was trying to tell me, she’d get it out.
“What is it?” I encouraged her, glancing between Roja and the woman.
“H-he… k…k… kill m-m… me.”
WTF???