Getting the Axe - Nikki Mays Page 0,13

couldn’t just let that go?”

“No no, please continue to bicker like old ladies. It’s not like I’m standing here with a fucking axe in my chest or anything.” Noah states drily.

“Should we pull it out?” Mason questions.

“Are you insane!?” I shriek, only a tiny bit unhinged. “You have to leave it there. He could bleed to death.” I start pacing back and forth. “Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick. He could die and I would be the one who killed him.” I grab onto my chest. “I think that I’m having a heart attack.” My breathing is coming fast and I’m unable to get a full gulp of air.

“We might need the ambulance for her instead of you.” I hear Ben chuckle.

I swipe my arm through the air. “This is not funny.” I gulp, trying, and failing to get any air into my lungs. “I could’ve killed him!” I gag on those words and have to bend over with my hands on my knees.

“Has anyone called an ambulance for me or am I just going to drive myself to the hospital?” I hear Noah’s question.

“They’re on their way, boss.” I hear one of the guys respond, but I can’t figure out which one. I don’t work closely enough with any of them to know their voices automatically.

I hear heavy footsteps behind me before I feel a warm hand on my back. “Deep breaths Elle. Nice and easy, just in and out.”

I turn around in utter shock. Noah is standing, trying to calm me down.

I put my hands up in front of me. “You need to stay away from me. I could’ve killed you. We need to be like a million steps apart at all times.”

I can hear a few snorts and realize that I sound like a crazy person, but so be it. I mean come on, Noah is standing in front of me holding a freaking axe in his chest steady with his right hand. An axe that I accidentally put there. So yeah, he needs to stay far, far away from me.

His lips twitch and I realize that he’s trying not to laugh at me. I can literally feel my eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me right now!? You’re seriously laughing at me right now?” I huff. “I maimed you!”

I look over and see Ben and Mason holding onto each other while laughing. You have got to be freaking kidding me right now. What in the hell is wrong with these guys?

“Elle,” Noah starts and my traitorous stomach gets butterflies. Or maybe that’s just the realization that I’ll probably be spending the next twenty years in prison for attempted murder. “You didn’t maim me, honey. I can promise you that as soon as the doctor takes this out, he’ll tell us that it’s just a flesh wound or something. Trust me.”

Famous last words….

Over two hours later:

Once Noah said that I calmed down enough to be a somewhat coherent person as we all waited on the ambulance. Ben and Mason insisted that I ride with Noah ‘in case I freak out again and need an oxygen tank’ and practically shoved me inside while wearing weird matching grins. There is something so strange about the entire Ross family.

And I was calm throughout the entire time that the two of us were in the ambulance and even waiting in some curtained off area of the emergency room. I swear, even my crying and hiccupping was even under control pretty well.

Well, it was until the doctor came in and started asking how it happened. He kept looking over at me like I was Jason Voorhees or something. He even asked Noah several times if he was sure that it was such a good idea to be alone with me.

Once Noah told him that he was fine with me being here, the doctor asked him what was with him and his brother, allowing the women who injured them to stay in the room with them. Apparently, he was Mason’s doctor when Kellie accidentally shot him in the butt with a nail gun.

Lucky me.

Noah just laid on the gurney silently just watching me. Which to tell you the truth was a little unnerving. Literally just laying there with an axe in his chest like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He didn’t even seem like he was in pain. If that was me, I would be crying before passing out from the pain. But nope, not Noah Ross.