Неизвестный - 2. Beyond The Breakwater

A powerful engine roared somewhere behind them, and the car shuddered.

“Brace your legs on something and push back into me,” Reese instructed as she wrapped her arms tightly around Tory’s waist. The car tilted, and they were thrown precipitously forward. Reese shot her right arm out straight to stop their fall, ignoring a sharp stab of pain as something jagged tore through her jacket just below her elbow. With her left arm, she encircled Tory’s waist and held her firmly against her own chest as the car rocked violently from side to side. “Hold on to me!”

“I can’t,” Tory shouted. “I have to secure this trach tube.”

The car continued to bounce up and down as it was winched up the side of the embankment. Reese absorbed most of the shock on her shoulders and back as she curled protectively around Tory’s body. What seemed an interminable time later, but what was in reality only a minute or two, the car leveled out and the earsplitting rattles and bone jolting vibrations stopped.

“Are you all right?” Reese asked anxiously.

“Yes.” Tory’s voice was muffled due to their awkward jackknifed position.

Reese rested her cheek against the back of Tory’s head and closed her eyes for a second. “Are you sure?”

“I’m all right, honey,” Tory said. “Just help me move him.”

By that time, firemen and EMTs were working to separate enough of the frame to ease out the victim. Reese shifted again until she could reach down as far as the driver’s body.

“I can hold that, Tor. You need to get out of here and get warm. You’re shaking all over. I can feel it.”

“I’ll be fi…”

“Tory, go!”

“Be sure and advise me if there’s any change in his condition, Sheriff,” Tory said quietly as she eased her cramped, stiff body toward the broken-out window.

“Understood, Doctor,” Reese said without looking at her. Then she shouted, “Smith!”

“Right here, Reese,” he called from just outside the vehicle.

“Take Dr. King to the EMS truck and have someone look at her. Get her warmed up. Now.”

“Roger that, boss.”

Ten minutes later, Reese found Tory in the back of an EMS van, sitting on the edge of the open rear compartment. She was wrapped in a thermal heating unit and held a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

“How are you doing?” Reese asked quietly, stopping a foot from her.

“Probably better than you. You’re soaking wet, Reese. You should go ho—” Tory’s eyes narrowed as she examined the large wet patches on her lover’s clothes. The ones on her right arm and leg actually seemed to be getting larger as they talked. Her heart gave a sudden painful thud. “Oh my God, you’re bleeding!”

“Yeah, I guess so, “Reese said wearily, fighting a wave of dizziness. In the last several minutes, she’d become aware of a variety of aches and pains. Her right forearm throbbed and burned, and she was having a little trouble putting her full weight on her right leg. It felt like it was about to give out. “I think I might have gotten snagged in a couple of places on a piece of the car when they were pulling us out.”

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Tory set the cup aside and threw off the blanket, then got hastily to her feet. “I need to look at you. Climb up into the van where there’s some light.”

“Okay,” Reese muttered, struggling with a fresh wave of dizziness. “But let’s go to the clinic. I don’t want to do this out here.”

The fact that Reese allowed Tory to open the door and help her inside only made Tory worry more. Fortunately, at that time of night there was no traffic, and in less than five minutes, Tory pulled into the parking lot in front of the clinic. When Reese pushed open the door to get out, Tory simply said, “Don’t even try it. Wait for me.”

“How are you doing?” Tory asked quietly as they maneuvered through the deserted clinic toward the examining rooms in the rear.

“Fine,” Reese grunted through gritted teeth. For some reason, her arm and leg seemed to be burning worse now.

The pain in Reese’s face made Tory’s insides twist, but she kept her discomfort to herself. When they reached the largest examining room which doubled as a procedure room, Tory reached inside and turned on the wall switch. “Lean against the table until I can help you get your clothes off.”

Hurriedly, Tory watched her hands at the small sank in one corner, then turned and moved to where Reese rested with one hip up on the examining counter. Willing her hands not to shake, Tory began to unbutton Reese’s shirt. “Where’re you hurt, honey?”

“Mostly my right arm and leg. The rest of it’s just bumps and bruises, I think.” Reese was having more and more difficulty moving the injured extremities, and it was difficult to get her shirt off. As Tory eased the garment down over the injured right arm, Reese drew in her breath sharply at the swift streak of pain that shot up toward her shoulder.

“Sorry,” Tory murmured, finally getting the garment off. She bit back a cry of alarm when she saw the jagged tear in Reese’s forearm that was deep enough to expose the muscular compartment. Blood oozed steadily for the dark ragged tear, but there was no indication of bright red arterial bleeding.

“Christ, that’s sensitive.”

“It’s the salt from the marsh water,” Tory said flatly. “That’s what stinging. Let’s get these trousers off so I can see your leg.”

Again, Tory had to struggle to contain her exclamation of concern when she saw the jagged star-shaped puncture wound on the outside of her lover’s right thigh. It looked like it might have been made by the sheared off top of the gearshift. Looking at it, she realized that it probably happened when they had pitched forward during the car’s bumpy ascent up the steep roadbed.

“I’ve got to get you up on the table so I can clean these out. The one on your arm is going to need stitches.” As she spoke, Tory worked at separating herself emotionally from the fact that she was looking at her lover’s torn and bruised body so that she could accomplish what needed to be done.

“What’s wrong, Tor?” Reese asked as she watched Tory examining her.

“I hate to see you hurt,” Tory confessed quietly.

“It’s not too bad. Don’t worry, love.”

“You don’t get it, do you, Sheriff?” Tory smiled up at her with a quick shake of her head. “I worry about you because I love you. It comes with the territory.”

“I know. Try to remember that when I’m being overly protective, okay?” Reese took a deep breath. “Like tonight. I was scared out of my mind when I saw you in that car like that.”

“Okay,” Tory said softly. Then she leaned down and pressed her lips to Reese’s forehead for an instant of much needed contact. When she straightened her expression was soft with love but her eyes were firm with purpose. “Now don’t talk to me any more. Just try doing what I tell you to do. Do you think you can manage that for a few minutes?”

“That’s a tall order, Doctor.”

“Stretch yourself, Sheriff. I’m sure you can manage.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

By the time Tory was finished, they were both awash with sweat.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know that hurt.” Tory stripped off her gloves and brushed her hand over Reese’s cheek. Almost to herself, she murmured, “You’re so pale.”

“It’s okay.” Reese tried to smile, but her stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. “It had to be done. I’m glad it was you.”

“I’d rather it not be anyone at all sewing you up.” After filling a paper cup with water at the sink, Tory returned to Reese and held out several colored tablets in her hand, along with the cup. “Take these.”