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. Her left hand is gone, left arm is

the trauma bay. "Sir, you'll

"I'm

please. We need space to work. You can help her

the hallway, my hands still stained with

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

medical commands.

'BP is dropping fast!"

to get her

cross for

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 to save the woman who meant everything

updates from the compound, but I couldn't process the words. Logan's voice, Novak's reports-it all faded to

emerged, his scrubs already bloodied.