The Patriot A Small Town Romance - Jennifer Millikin Page 0,48

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I nod my understanding and turn back to the house. I take the steps two at a time and rush through the front door. My gaze locks in on my dad, leaning back on the living room sofa, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He’s not clutching his chest or moaning in pain, not the way you see on TV. My mom sits beside him, body turned so she’s facing him, a phone balanced on her thigh. The screen is lit up with an active call, but the line is quiet.

“Mom,” I hurry over.

She swings her fearful gaze up to me. “Wes,” she whispers.

“It’s okay, Mom. Dad, I’m here.”

His eyes flicker my direction but his head remains upturned. “I know, Wes.” His voice is choppy. “I can still hear.”

I chuckle and look at Wyatt. “See what I mean? Too ornery to die.”

For a brief moment, my comment brings a small smile to my mom’s face, but it quickly disappears. I open my mouth to say something but I stop, halted by a distant, rhythmic chuffing sound of helicopter blades. I know it’s not a Blackhawk, but for the briefest moment, that’s what I think of. The sound is unforgettable.

The dispatcher’s voice fills the air. “Ma’am, the helicopter is four minutes out. Did you give him the aspirin?”

“Yes. Thank you,” my mom says, stress outlining her words.

A lot of being in the military is waiting. Hurry up and wait, we liked to say. But none of the waiting I’ve done before compares to these four minutes. Every second is an hour.

“Where’s Gramps?” I ask, looking around.

“He took Jessie out back. Or maybe Jessie took him.” Mom pinches the bridge of her nose. “Your father didn’t want either of them here.”

I frown. We’re family, and no matter how scary something is, family sticks together. I’m sure in the moment when everything was first happening, everybody bent over backward to keep my dad’s stress as low as possible.

“Warner with the kids then?”

Mom nods. I glance at Wyatt. He’s sitting in the chair across from my parents, his head in his hands. The whirring of the blades is close now.

“I’m going outside,” I announce as I head out of the living room.

The helicopter is white with the red medical symbol on the body. It looms large in the sky, getting bigger and bigger as it drops lower and lower.

Dakota leans against her car, her long hair whipping around and her hand tented above her eyes, watching the chopper land. Our eyes meet, and I have the sudden urge to rush to her, to pull her body against mine and hold her close. To let her hold me. I’m much more scared than I’m letting on.

The bird sets down, and two flight paramedics hop out. One carries an aid bag, and they both turn back around to haul out a stretcher. We all start into a jog, and I meet them halfway.

I speak first. “Male, sixty-seven, possible myocardial infarction. Awake and responsive.” Pertinent information, no greeting. I spent enough time around medics to know the basics. One of them glances at me briefly, surprised, but all she says is, “Where is he?”

I lead them to my dad, then grab my mom’s hand and pull her back so the paramedics can do their job. One takes his pulse while the other starts oxygen. They position the stretcher, then ask me and Wyatt for help to get him on. We follow their directions, lifting carefully, and Dad doesn’t even fight the help, which tells me he’s in more pain than he’s admitting. The four of us position ourselves at each corner and carry him out front. We pause when we’ve cleared the steps, and one paramedic releases the wheels. She and her partner take over then, rolling my dad forward in a hurry and yelling back to us, “He’s headed to Sedona General.”

“Go tell Mom,” I instruct Wyatt. He runs inside. I watch the bird lift into the sky, clear the tree line, and turn. Before long, it’s out of sight.

Dakota stands beside her car, in the same exact spot, as if she’s glued down. When our eyes meet, she pushes off and comes to me.

“Is there anything I can do, Wes?”

That feeling I had before, where I wanted to hold her and be held by her? I give in to it now. Her surprised gasp fills the air as I pull her in. Her body is tense for a second and then she melts. Her arms