you at the hospital, ma’am, to get the rest of the details on what happened here. Get fixed up first. The information about your car will be very helpful. Thank you.”
I nodded and the cop shut me into the ambulance with my fallen savior.
Within moments we jetted off down the road. The paramedic had removed the agent’s vest and was feeling around his taught, muscular abdomen and chest.
I made sure I was close enough that I could hold onto the man’s hand as I closed my eyes and prayed that he’d be okay and that they’d find the man that did this.
When I was done, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me. His beautiful eyes focused directly on my face.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered and pressed the back of his hand to my cheek needing to feel his life source directly. “Thank you for saving my life,” I choked out, barely containing the emotions roaring through my system.
He didn’t say anything, just squeezed my hand and closed his eyes, a soft smile on his beautiful lips.
Clenching my fingers into a tight fist, I breathed through another stitch being woven into my arm. I let out the breath when the physician’s assistant stopped for a moment.
“You’re doing really great,” she said as she continued to close the wound. Thankfully she’d numbed the area around it first, but I could still feel the tightening, burning, sizzling sensation.
“Where’s my sister!” I heard my sister’s cool, don’t-mess-with-me tone demand from a distance beyond the closed curtain where I was being treated in the Emergency Room.
“My daughter? Simone Kerrighan. Please…” I heard Mama Kerri’s more seasoned and lilting, emotional voice come through.
“Over here, guys!” I hollered out.
The blue curtain was pulled away and there were my sister and my foster mother. Sonia put her hands over her mouth and tears filled her ocean blue eyes. With her white blonde hair, red painted lips and those eyes, she looked like an angel. A suit-wearing, super serious angel who was currently trying to hide her devastation.
“Oh, my goodness me, what happened to my girl?” Mama Kerri rounded the bed and cupped both of my cheeks.
“Mama, I’m okay, really. I uh…” I bit down on my bottom lip trying to determine what to tell them, not wanting to worry them unnecessarily.
“I want answers. Now.” My sister had already turned toward the approaching doctor, arms crossed over her chest, her team of suits standing a reasonable distance behind her. The doc was short, Asian, and kept a flat thin line to his lips. He seemed unimpressed with my sister’s demands and ignored her completely. I needed to take notes from the man.
“Ms. Wright-Kerrighan.” He looked down at the electronic device he was holding, using my full name. “Gunshot wound to the arm, bruised hip, scratches and abrasions on the hands and knees.” He flipped a page.
“Gunshot!” My sister gasped, her hand flying to her chest over her heart, interrupting the doc.
“I’m fine, SoSo, just a graze…” I attempted to soothe her concern.
“Just a graze! How? What in the world happened?” My normally insanely calm sister petered out, her bottom lip wobbling as a tear fell down the side of her cheek. She swiped it away as fast as it appeared lest someone see her crack.
Her crying made me tear up, and I was doing damn good considering.
The doctor assessed the work the PA was doing. “Looks great. Once you’re stitched up, we’ll set you up with some antibiotics to ward off an infection. The discharge nurse will go over the cleansing and bandaging procedure. You need to follow up with your doctor in a couple weeks though the stitches should dissolve over the next ten days or so. Leave them clean and dry for the next forty-eight hours but you can take a shower like normal after that timeframe. Any questions?”
“Yes. The agent that I came in with. Is he okay?”
“Can’t say. You’re not family, but a couple of officers would like to speak with you shortly. I told them to wait until you were stitched up.”
“Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate it.” I frowned and thought about Agent Fontaine as the doctor left us. The man had saved my life. I didn’t even know his first name and he’d taken three bullets to the chest in order to keep me safe. He could have died. Thank God he was wearing that vest and the criminal took off. Not that I was thrilled he’d taken my car with