Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 273

As we neared the hospital, the radio crackled with Logan's voice, and I could hear his urgency: Novak told me what happened. Are you almost there?

I had to throw the phone onto the passenger seat and pull out my radio from my pocket. "I'm almost there. How are things on your end?"

Logan's tone relaxed slightly. "The drones are taken care of. We're preparing to assault the building."

I let out a long breath. For me right now, losing anyone would be devastating. Copy that," I replied again.

I drove straight to the hospital entrance and stopped, carefully lifting Xena into my arms and running toward the building.

'Help! I need help!" I shouted as I burst through the emergency room doors, Xena's limp form cradled against my chest.

The sterile smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils as chaos erupted around us. A nurse at the reception desk took one look at Xena's condition and immediately hit an emergency button. Within seconds, medical staff swarmed us.

'What happened? A doctor in scrubs demanded as they wheeled a gurney toward

us.

been unconscious, lost a lot of blood.

toward the trauma bay. "Sir, you'll need to wait here, a nurse said, trying to guide me

"I'm

We need space to work. You can help her most by

Xena. I stood frozen in the hallway, my hands still stained with her blood, feeling more helpless than

the small window, I watched as they cut away her torn clothes, revealing the full extent of her injuries. Multiple doctors worked simultaneously- one checking her breathing, another starting an IV, a third examining her severed hand. The steady beep of monitors

medical commands.

'BP is dropping fast!"

need to get her

for

sliding down until I was sitting on the cold linoleum floor. Every fiber of my being wanted to burst through those doors, to hold her hand, to somehow transfer my strength to her broken body.

hours. The radio on my belt crackled with updates from the compound, but I couldn't process the words. Logan's voice, Novak's reports-it all faded to background noise. Nothing mattered except the monitors

scrubs already bloodied. "Are