"Ben.
Tell me where Adam is." "Hospital," said Darryl, trotting over to us from where he'd been talking to some of the firemen.
Darryl was Auriele's mate and Adam's second.
"Mary Jo was able to ride in with him on the strength of her job." Mary Jo was a werewolf whose day job was as a fireman and a trained EMT.
"I'll take you." I was already running back to the Rabbit.
Sam somehow slithered past me when I was getting in, and when the passenger door opened, he hopped into the backseat so Ben could sit down.
"Warren's on his way," Ben said.
His teeth were chattering with shock, and his eyes were bright wolf eyes.
"He was working, couldn't get off in time for the meeting.
But I called him and told him that Adam was at the hospital." "Good," I said, pulling out in a storm of gravel.
"Why didn't they take you to the hospital, too?" Away from the fire, the scent of burnt flesh and his pain was impossible to miss.
The little car's engine roared as I opened it up on the highway.
Ben closed his eyes and braced himself against the seat.
"I was still in the building," he said.
He coughed, rolled down his window, and hung out the side, choking and hacking for a while.
I handed him a half-empty water bottle, and he rinsed his mouth out and spit.
He rolled up the window and took a drink.
"Adam went for your bedroom, and I went for Samuel's." His voice was even rougher than it had been.
"How bad are you?" "I'll be all right.
Smoke inhalation sucks." WE THREE BARGED INTO THE EMERGENCY ROOM.
Even for a place that was used to odd things, we must have looked a sight.
I glanced at Sam.
He'd rolled on the ground when I wasn't looking, covering up the remnants of bloodstains with dirt.
All of us looked bedraggled, but at least I didn't think Sam and I looked as if we'd been killing fae.
Of course, we didn't look like we'd been fighting a fire, like Ben did, either.
I'd come up with some story if someone asked.
I'd forgotten that there was something more shocking about us than dirt, burns, and old, mostly washed-out bloodstains.
"Hey, you can't bring a dog in here!" The triage nurse took three quick strides to us and met my eyes .
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