Chapter 85: Fragile Peace
The bright lights of Gabriel's clinic cut through the haze of the long, brutal night.
The moment Riot pulled the SUV into the emergency bay, a team of nurses and doctors rushed out.
"Get Diane first," Gabriel ordered, tightly as he pushed open the door.
He barely felt the pain searing through his bruised ribs, his only focus on the fragile woman in his arms.
Riot slid out of the driver's seat, pale and unstable, clutching his bloodied shoulder.
"I'm fine," he grunted to the nearest nurse, waving her off. "Deal with them first."
Gabriel carried Diane inside, his muscles aching, but he refused to let her go.
Diane was tired, and lost a lot of blood, her skin felt cold against his.
She stirred weakly as he laid her on a gurney.
"I'm here," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're safe now."
Her lips moved faintly. "You… promise?"