“You left without saying goodbye.”
“I didn’t think you’d care.”
The door opened, and two other people walked in. “I’m Dr. O’Keefe, and this is Dr. Flynn. We’re from the burn unit.” The man who’d just introduced himself turned to me. “Young lady, we’ll need you to step outside.”
I stood, leaned down, and kissed Smoke’s cheek. “I’m not going far.” Once the door closed behind me, I leaned up against the wall and put my head in my hands. I still had adrenaline coursing through my body, and when it wore off, I knew the crash was going to be a hard one.
“Miss?”
I looked up to see the nurse from the check-in desk. “More questions?”
“No,” she said, handing me a phone. “I forgot you asked to use one.”
“Thanks.”
I rang one of the few numbers I knew by heart.
“Hughes,” I said when he picked up.
“Siren. What can I do for you?”
“I need to get in touch with Decker Ashford, and, um, I don’t have my mobile.”
“What happened to it?”
“It was crushed when I was trapped inside a burning building.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me, Rory. Got Deck’s number?”
“Where are you?”
“I’ve no idea. Hang on.” I put one hand over the phone’s mic. “Excuse me,” I said to someone walking past dressed in scrubs. “What is the name of this hospital?”
“Kinsale Community.”
“I heard,” said Hughes when I brought the phone back to my ear. “I’m on my way.”
“Wait. What about Decker?”
“He’s about to call you.”
I heard the chimes of the call ending at the same time another call came in.
“Siren, what’s happened?”
I told him about my running into the antique shop to look for the man I knew was still inside, Smoke coming in after me, and that he’d been burned when smoldering rafters fell on us both.
“How is he?”
“The doctors are with him now.”
“Call me back when you know more. In the meantime, I’ll see what kind of help I can get to you and how fast.”
“Hughes is on his way.”
“Like he’d be any help,” Deck muttered before ending the call.