Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

Chapter 21

I could go for a row of Oreos right now.

-Adam’s secret thoughts

Adam

“You got until the ambulance gets here to talk,” I said as I kept my hand against Amelia’s throat.

My fingers were on her pulse, and I had to keep it there to reassure myself that she was okay. And that she wasn’t dead.

“Just tell him to please not touch,” Hunt asked.

Hunt was a big guy. Bigger than I expected a hacker to be.

Tall, brunette, and muscular, I would’ve never pegged him as a computer hacker if I passed him on the street.

Hell, I would’ve pegged him as a biker, or military, before I pegged him as a computer nerd.

“Don’t touch him, Dax,” I said lightly.

Dax didn’t take another threatening step, nor did he move away.

“Start,” I ordered.

Hunt’s eyes went to me, then to Rogan and Hilton, then back to me.

I understood immediately.

“Can you take them to the cruisers?” I asked.

Rogan and Hilton were escorted out to the cruisers that’d rolled up on scene after our arrival, and I looked at Hunt meaningfully.

He nodded once and then started talking.

“Your dad got a hold of me,” he murmured. “And, since that’s not done all that often—someone finding me—I decided to listen to what he had to say.” He looked at Amelia, swallowed, then started talking again. “I’ve been on Rogan for a few days. Ever since your girl punched him in the nose and I saw it online.”

The door opened and my mother walked in.

She gasped when she saw Amelia on the ground.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” my mother ordered.

So I did, telling her everything that I knew.

Seconds later my mom had her onto the cot with Kirk’s help.

I went and gestured for Hunt to follow.

“Come on,” I ordered. “Tell me the rest on the way to the hospital.”

Hunt got into the ambulance and squeezed himself into the very corner so he could stay out of the way as best as he could.

And, while my mother worked on my future wife, her future daughter-in-law, Hunt spoke.

“I saw him leave with his bodyguard early this morning. I followed him to this duplex, and while we were waiting for I didn’t know what at the time, I did some research. Found out that you lived here, and this must be where Amelia was staying, too. Saw about eight of you check out at once this morning and realized then that you’d likely left her alone.

“It wasn’t but about twenty minutes ago that some woman went to your door with a package and left without one. Which let both him and I know that someone was home. It took me a bit to work up the will to get out of my car and go into her place. But eventually I was able to stop him from doing any more damage. I’m sorry that I allowed her to get as much as she did. I should’ve been able to force myself to go inside.”

I sensed there was more there when it came to Hunt, but it would have to wait.

Just as I was about to ask, we pulled into the parking lot at the hospital.

Seconds later the doors were open and we were hurrying into a room.

“Now, tell me everything that happened,” a doctor that Ford knew ordered.

***

“This is beginning to be a habit,” Zach, the doctor that had dealt with Ashe, Ford’s good friend, said as he walked into the room. “Now, I won’t make the same mistake as last time. Family only. Everyone else needs to leave.”

“They’re all family,” Amelia grumbled from behind closed eyelids. The nurse that’d been in before had given her a dose of some pain meds. “Now, kindly get the fuck on with it, Zach.”

Zach grinned. “Even beaten and bruised you still have an attitude problem, squirt.”

Amelia flipped him off without opening her eyes.

Zach grinned. “It’s kind of personal, Amelia. Are you sure that you want me to say it?”

Amelia slipped one eye open. “Everyone here is family. Just like I would have no problem telling them whatever is wrong to you.”

“That’s likely the cause of her erratic blood sugar,” Zach mused as he looked at his chart. “You mentioned when she was en route that she’s diabetic, and that her blood sugars have been a bit off lately, correct?”

“Oh my God,” Sawyer said, sounding excited.

I wasn’t sure where he was going with what he was saying.

“What’s likely?” I asked.

“Sorry,” Zach said. “I was having half of this conversation in my head again. The pregnancy is likely the cause of her erratic blood sugar. Not far along at all. Two weeks at most, based on the blood levels. Speaking of blood levels, her sugar is off again. We’re going to give her some meds to bring that blood sugar back up. That’s likely why she’s so out of it.”