Driven to the Edge by L.M. Somerton

Author:L.M. Somerton [Somerton, L.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2016-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

A sudden gust of wind shifted shards of glass across the floor. Olly watched with morbid fascination. When Rocky had shot out of the window, only a little of the shattered glass had landed back in the ward, but it was enough to make the floor sparkle. It helped to focus on something other than the armed soldier pacing and muttering in front of him. Rocky whirled around, waving the gun erratically.

“Over here, all of you.” He gestured at Razor’s bed. “You need to be in one place where I can keep an eye on you. They’re coming. Too many targets. Too much distraction.” His face contorted into a snarl. “Move!”

Dr. Sharma scuttled across the room to perch on the end of the bed. Olly helped Nick stand and gave him some support as he walked, drip in tow. He got Nick settled as best he could then shifted Razor’s pillows so he could sit up a bit more. Olly took the space next to the doctor at the foot of the bed.

“Have you given any more thought to what you said earlier, about Rocky not having PTSD?” Nick whispered in Olly’s ear.

“I’ve worked on psychiatric wards before,” Olly whispered back. “He’s doing a good job of faking it, but the repetition is a bit too studied, almost as if he’s counting in his head. He has a plan, I’m sure of it. He’s using mental illness to cover up some other motive.”

“But what?”

Before Olly could answer, the whirr of helicopter rotor blades became evident in the distance.

“Oh no.” He glued his gaze to Rocky, who dashed back to the window. This was exactly the kind of disturbance Rocky might use to his advantage.

“They’re coming! Gotta make them stop!” Rocky fired another random shot out of the window. The retort was ridiculously loud. Rocky wasn’t bracing his arm and the force of the shot made him take a couple of unbalanced steps backwards.

Olly pressed his hands over his ears and shook. The noise of the approaching helicopter got more and more overwhelming. Rocky’s shouting became garbled, inarticulate. He flailed around and took another shot. This time he wasn’t aiming out of the window. He wasn’t aiming at all.

Dr. Sharma gasped, the sound little more than a hiss of expelled air. He clutched his upper arm then slumped forward. Viscous red liquid seeped from between his fingers.

“Doc!” Olly scrambled to prevent Dr. Sharma from slipping off the bed onto the floor. “He’s been hit! Help me!”

Despite his injured arms, Nick managed to assist enough that he and Olly heaved Dr. Sharma onto one of the other beds. The doc’s skin had taken on an ugly gray pallor. He was conscious but taking short, rapid breaths.

Olly ignored Rocky’s continued ranting. “Keep him distracted while I try and assess the wound,” he ordered Nick.

He tuned out the racket and focused on his friend. He prayed the bullet hadn’t hit anything vital. A through-and-through would be the best option but if the bullet had encountered bone, the bone would almost certainly be smashed.

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