“Which hospital is closest?” he shouted at Leon.
“Beth Israel. Artis has admitting privileges there.”
“Call Armand and get Artis over there now.”
“What’s your name, baby?” Gabriel asked gently.
Kane reached around for his coat to cover himself and felt in its pocket.
“They took my wallet.” He started to sob.
“Easy now, easy. We’re going to get you help. I’m Gabriel Martin, just tell me your name.”
Gabriel was trying to control his temper. Right now he wanted to rip someone’s head off. The rape of a Mate was the worst crime that could be perpetrated against an Alpha. I have to reign it in; my Mate needs me. He’s talking to me. I have to focus.
“Kane Brady, I teach junior English at McClellan. Oh my God, did I lose all of the student’s papers? They had a gun. They hit my face with a pistol and made me suck it.”
Now Gabriel was about to be sick. “Don’t worry, I’ll send Gaspard to collect your things. We’re pulling into the Emergency Room. Let me carry you inside.”