![]() ![]() At the very least he would need a transfusion. The longer they delayed, the more internal bleeding could occur. They entered the room, keen to proceed with the surgery, needing to see the damage the bullet had done internally and try to repair it as best as they could. She leaned down and kissed his face softly. “Doctors, please get this man out of here!” “Damien, for God’s sake, come on.” He turned his head. I’m going to be here waiting for you.”īrenton was hovering in the doorway, pacing impatiently. I love you.” She bent to kiss his hand as he held onto hers. ![]() She felt him squeeze her hand though she knew it must hurt him. “I needed to see you Tara just in case.” “No, Damien. The Doctors were outside, ready to take him into surgery.īrenton shook his head as he left the room. “I’ll give you two some privacy, but they’re waiting to take you in Damien,” Brenton warned him, irritated with him for delaying things. He must have been close when it had happened. He should have let them do it sooner but he refused, wanting to see you first.” She realised the job must have been in D.C. He’s been shot in the chest, missing his heart by millimetres, thank God. ![]()
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