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.

"She's been unconscious, lost a lot of

team moved with practiced efficiency, checking her vitals as they rushed her toward the

"I'm not

You can help her most by letting us do our

bay swung shut, separating me from Xena. I stood frozen in the hallway, my hands still

revealing the full extent of her injuries. Multiple doctors worked simultaneously- one checking her breathing, another starting an IV, a third examining her

medical commands.

'BP is dropping fast!"

need to get her to

for ten units

fiber of my being wanted to burst through those doors, to hold her hand, to somehow transfer my strength to her broken body. But all I could do was watch through that tiny window as strangers fought

from the compound, but I couldn't process the words. Logan's voice, Novak's reports-it all faded to background noise. Nothing mattered

scrubs already bloodied.