Chapter 49: Cole

Cole WOULD HAVE never thought he'd ride in an ambulance with a pet patient. That was the kind of strange thing that just didn't happen. The first responders had no such hesitation. Cole had managed to patch the pony up so she could await Dr. Green's expert attention before the bossy paramedic woman who called herself Jenna bullied Cole back into the ambulance.

Two hours and a couple dozen stitches later he stood shambled out of the Emergency Department onto the curb outside still wearing clothes stiff with human and equine blood. According to Luna's texts the pony was fine and her wounds superficial. It had been a close call for the both of them.

"You're alive," a familiar voice drawled.

Cole turned his head to face Benji Lively sitting on the tailgate of his truck. He was parked in one of the prime spots near the doors. Cole squinted at Benji, taking in the cool glare, which Cole figured he deserved.