The Pursued_A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance by Mika Lane

Author:Mika Lane [Lane, Mika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: GR 4.18
Publisher: Headlands Publishing
Published: 2019-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

AXEL

“Easy, Axe!” Reggie hollered, thick drops of perspiration running down his temples. “That hurts like a motherfucker.”

Spence and I guided him into the back seat of the Jeep, helping him to lie as flat as possible. I crumpled up an old blanket and stuffed it under his bleeding leg.

“Breathe, brother, breathe,” Spence said in a calm voice.

“Guys! Hey! What happened!” Jack yelled, running toward the house with Phee close on his heels. That must have been the fastest mile either of them had ever run.

“Jack’s here,” Spence said with relief.

While we were all well trained in first aid, Jack had the most experience. For some reason he liked that sort of thing.

I pressed on the geyser squirting blood from Reggie’s leg, where the drill he’d been using had skipped off wood he was working with, sending the bit into his upper thigh.

I didn’t know enough about first aid to determine whether it had hit his femoral artery, but from the amount of blood he was losing, it didn’t look good.

“Arrrgghhhh!” Reggie screamed from the pressure I put on his wound.

“What the—” Jack stopped short when he saw us all covered in Reggie’s blood, now pooling all over the back seat of the car.

“Ugh, dude, I took a drill to the thigh. Look at that fucking blood,” Reggie yelled, pounding his fist against the car seat.

For a moment, my buddy Jack looked stunned. Then, his training took over. “Give me the scissors out of your bag, Phee.”

She dumped the contents of her pack on the ground and passed Jack the scissors, which he used to cut off Reggie’s pant leg.

“Axe, don't let up the pressure,” Jack grunted through clenched teeth, his face drawn in intense concentration.

Problem was, I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach. I’d never been good with blood, much less when it was coming out of one of my friends like a goddamn soda fountain.

“Axel, move. Let me,” Phee said, pushing me out of the way.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she snatched a towel out of my hand, folded it, spread it evenly over the hole the drill had left behind, and applied smooth, even pressure.

In fact, she didn’t even flinch and pressed harder, saying, “Get me more clean towels. Now!”

Of course, that didn’t feel very good to Reggie, who screamed again. “Goddamn motherfucker that hurts like a bitch. Someone get me a shot of whisky.”

“Got it,” Spence said, running for the house.

While Phee applied pressure to Reggie’s wound, Jack found the artery in his upper thigh and applied pressure there.

“Sorry, bro, don’t mean to give you a ball massage,” Jack said.

Our patient side-eyed Jack. Took that as a good sign.

And the bleeding slowed. A little.

“It’s all good, dude. Stop this hemorrhage and I’ll let you lick my balls,” Reggie said with a groan.

Phee laughed and relief washed over me. If Reggie was making crude jokes, he was most likely going to be okay.

When Spence returned, I passed Reggie the whiskey. He took a big guzzle straight from the bottle and closed his eyes as the burn took his mind off his leg.

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