A Thief In The Night by K. Sterling

Author:K. Sterling [Sterling, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bawdy Books
Published: 2018-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

“Come on, Grigore!” Quinn yelled as he pounded on the door. “I’m not leaving until I’ve seen him and I know he’s ok,” he threatened at the top of his lungs then stepped back as the door opened just slightly.

“I’m sorry, sir. Mr. Carlisle has just returned but he isn’t receiving guests,” Grigore informed him quietly and Quinn swore under his breath as he rose on his toes and craned his neck to see around him. “Sir!” He scolded as he tried to block his view. Mr. Bishop lumbered into the back hall with something draped over his shoulder and Quinn gasped when he realized it was Roman.

“Oh, my God!” Quinn cried as he carefully shoved past Grigore and dashed into the foyer. “Roman!” He exclaimed as Mr. Bishop rushed up the stairs.

“Mr. Carlisle doesn’t want you to be here,” Mr. Bishop said. Roman was limp and his eyes swam as his head bounced with each step.

“I’m not going anywhere unless I’m going after a doctor,” Quinn vowed.

“We’ll take care of him,” Mr. Bishop said but there was a slight tremor in his voice and Quinn’s heart raced as Roman was carried into his bedroom and carefully laid on the bed. He was out cold and drained of all color as sweat clung to the curls around his face. “I stopped to help him but some fool almost ran me over and I spilled everything on the street,” he admitted shakily. It was the most Quinn had ever heard him say at once and he looked like he was devastated as he backed away from the bed.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault,” Grigore said as he darted around the room, avoiding the light as he found clothes and bed linens. Roman choked and gagged before he convulsed and twisted on the bed. His eyes rolled hard as his head thrashed and he spluttered.

“Roll him onto his side!” Mr. Bishop ordered as he dashed from the room. Quinn ran to the bed and pushed Roman onto his side and pulled his jaw open as a rush of clear fluid and bubbles spilled onto the duvet.

“Champagne,” Quinn noted and shook his head. He never saw Roman eat.

“I need to give him an IV,” Mr. Bishop said as he returned with his arms full of medical supplies and dropped them on the bed. Grigore followed with a bag of fluids and an IV pole. “As soon as he’s still enough,” Mr. Bishop added as he hurried around the room moving furniture. Quinn nodded as he threw his coat at a chair then sorted through the supplies and arranged them on a clean towel. Roman relaxed and went limp and Mr. Bishop sprang into action. He swiftly eased Roman out of his coat but lost several of the buttons on his shirt as he ripped it open and freed his right arm. “Hold him for me,” he said and Quinn crawled onto the bed and reached across Roman’s body. Quinn grabbed the tourniquet and lashed it around Roman’s upper arm then kept it stretched and still.

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