“Tell them we need the police and an ambulance.”
He growled, shooting a hate-filled glare at the unmoving human sprawled facedown on the floor. “I’ll tell them to come arrest him but I won’t ask for medical assistance. I want him to suffer for as long as possible.” He glanced back at her, hoping she knew what it had cost him not to kill the bastard in the first place.
“It’s not for him.” Her voice cracked. “It’s for me.”
Moon’s heart lurched. “I hurt you that much? Is your arm broken?”
She frowned. “You didn’t do this. I was the one who jumped in front of the bullet. I’m glad it hit me instead of you.”
He looked at her arm, noticing that she was bleeding a lot more. Her fingers were covered and it stained her shirt to the elbow. She’s been shot! The scene at the door replayed through his mind.
The human had stood across the room but Joy had been walking away from the door when it had come crashing open. She’d been much closer to him than the male holding the gun. She’d been facing the man so she must have seen him aim at Moon, ready to fire. The next part almost took him to his knees.
“You purposely got between us. You knew he was going to shoot me.”
“Call 9-1-1. I’m trying really hard to remain calm. I’ve never been shot before. It really hurts and did I even mention that I don’t handle the sight of blood well? I don’t. I am trying really hard not to pass out.”
He rushed to her and swept her up into his arms. She gasped but didn’t protest when he almost ran to her bedroom. It was easy to locate the bathroom. Human households were the same as Species. The light was already on in there when he placed her on the counter.
“What are you doing?” The pain in her eyes tore at him.
He gripped her hand tenderly and pulled it from the wound. Blood ran faster. It was too much for him to treat with any first-aid kit she might have stashed in the bathroom. He released her hand. “Put pressure on it.” She needed a doctor, not him.
She moaned. “I think I’m going to faint. I really can’t stand seeing blood.” She did what he demanded though, seeming to fight her reaction to the wound as she held on to it.
He slammed his knee into a corner of her bed as he ran into the bedroom, almost tripped, but recovered as he reached her desk. The small room was littered with too much furniture for him to easily maneuver. He noticed that his hand was coated in her blood when he jerked up the phone and found the talk button. He dialed with an unsteady finger.
“9-1-1. Please state your emergency,” a calm female answered.
“My female has been shot by a human male.”
There was a few seconds of silence.
“Did you hear me? Send an ambulance. She’s been shot in the arm and is bleeding.”
“All right.” The female didn’t sound alarmed by the news. “You said a female has been shot by a human male?”
“Yes.”
“Is she human too?”
“Yes.” He carried the cordless receiver into the bathroom to check on Joy. She sat where he’d left her, holding her arm. He was afraid she’d fall over so he pressed closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. She leaned into him. “Send help.”
“Sir,” the female on the phone sighed. “9-1-1 is for real emergencies.”
“This is one. A human male has shot my female. She’s in need of medical care.”
“Okay. I’m routing a patrol car to your location. The responding officers will be able to help you.”
“I need an ambulance.”
“I’m sure they’ll be happy to call one if you need more assistance than they can give you.” She paused. “Do you take medication?”
He growled. “You think I’m insane? My female is bleeding. The human male is tied up in the living room.”
Joy looked up at him and he hated the way she swayed before her lids lowered. He hoped it was her aversion to blood that made her woozy. He adjusted his arm behind her and shoved her fingers out of the way, hating to hurt her as he clamped down hard to apply pressure to the wound. It could be from the trauma of being shot or blood loss but he wasn’t going to take any chances with her life. She dropped her face against his chest and whimpered. He didn’t ease his hold.
“I’m not implying anything, sir. Officers should be there within a few minutes. Do you have a weapon? You said she was shot?”
“Not by me. It was a human!” Did they think he’d hurt Joy? It angered him.
“All right. As opposed to what? Aliens?”
It suddenly made sense. “I’m New Species,” he snarled. “I’m calling Homeland. They’ll send a helicopter to us if you won’t help.” He hung up and hit talk again. The phone beeped at him but he heard a dial tone. He called the NSO.
“You’ve reached the NSO. How may I help you?” He recognized the male’s voice.
“Book, this is Moon. I need help immediately.” He rattled off Joy’s address. “Scramble a team to this location and we need a doctor. My female has been shot. The human police are on their way.” All hell was going to break loose at Homeland but it didn’t matter. He’d face whatever punishment came his way. “I sneaked out to find Joy. Tell Justice and everyone that I’m sorry. You should call Harley too. I want him on that helicopter.”
“Shit!” Book snarled. “This isn’t a joke, is it? This is coming from an outside line.”
He growled, shooting a hate-filled glare at the unmoving human sprawled facedown on the floor. “I’ll tell them to come arrest him but I won’t ask for medical assistance. I want him to suffer for as long as possible.” He glanced back at her, hoping she knew what it had cost him not to kill the bastard in the first place.
“It’s not for him.” Her voice cracked. “It’s for me.”
Moon’s heart lurched. “I hurt you that much? Is your arm broken?”
She frowned. “You didn’t do this. I was the one who jumped in front of the bullet. I’m glad it hit me instead of you.”
He looked at her arm, noticing that she was bleeding a lot more. Her fingers were covered and it stained her shirt to the elbow. She’s been shot! The scene at the door replayed through his mind.
The human had stood across the room but Joy had been walking away from the door when it had come crashing open. She’d been much closer to him than the male holding the gun. She’d been facing the man so she must have seen him aim at Moon, ready to fire. The next part almost took him to his knees.
“You purposely got between us. You knew he was going to shoot me.”
“Call 9-1-1. I’m trying really hard to remain calm. I’ve never been shot before. It really hurts and did I even mention that I don’t handle the sight of blood well? I don’t. I am trying really hard not to pass out.”
He rushed to her and swept her up into his arms. She gasped but didn’t protest when he almost ran to her bedroom. It was easy to locate the bathroom. Human households were the same as Species. The light was already on in there when he placed her on the counter.
“What are you doing?” The pain in her eyes tore at him.
He gripped her hand tenderly and pulled it from the wound. Blood ran faster. It was too much for him to treat with any first-aid kit she might have stashed in the bathroom. He released her hand. “Put pressure on it.” She needed a doctor, not him.
She moaned. “I think I’m going to faint. I really can’t stand seeing blood.” She did what he demanded though, seeming to fight her reaction to the wound as she held on to it.
He slammed his knee into a corner of her bed as he ran into the bedroom, almost tripped, but recovered as he reached her desk. The small room was littered with too much furniture for him to easily maneuver. He noticed that his hand was coated in her blood when he jerked up the phone and found the talk button. He dialed with an unsteady finger.
“9-1-1. Please state your emergency,” a calm female answered.
“My female has been shot by a human male.”
There was a few seconds of silence.
“Did you hear me? Send an ambulance. She’s been shot in the arm and is bleeding.”
“All right.” The female didn’t sound alarmed by the news. “You said a female has been shot by a human male?”
“Yes.”
“Is she human too?”
“Yes.” He carried the cordless receiver into the bathroom to check on Joy. She sat where he’d left her, holding her arm. He was afraid she’d fall over so he pressed closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. She leaned into him. “Send help.”
“Sir,” the female on the phone sighed. “9-1-1 is for real emergencies.”
“This is one. A human male has shot my female. She’s in need of medical care.”
“Okay. I’m routing a patrol car to your location. The responding officers will be able to help you.”
“I need an ambulance.”
“I’m sure they’ll be happy to call one if you need more assistance than they can give you.” She paused. “Do you take medication?”
He growled. “You think I’m insane? My female is bleeding. The human male is tied up in the living room.”
Joy looked up at him and he hated the way she swayed before her lids lowered. He hoped it was her aversion to blood that made her woozy. He adjusted his arm behind her and shoved her fingers out of the way, hating to hurt her as he clamped down hard to apply pressure to the wound. It could be from the trauma of being shot or blood loss but he wasn’t going to take any chances with her life. She dropped her face against his chest and whimpered. He didn’t ease his hold.
“I’m not implying anything, sir. Officers should be there within a few minutes. Do you have a weapon? You said she was shot?”
“Not by me. It was a human!” Did they think he’d hurt Joy? It angered him.
“All right. As opposed to what? Aliens?”
It suddenly made sense. “I’m New Species,” he snarled. “I’m calling Homeland. They’ll send a helicopter to us if you won’t help.” He hung up and hit talk again. The phone beeped at him but he heard a dial tone. He called the NSO.
“You’ve reached the NSO. How may I help you?” He recognized the male’s voice.
“Book, this is Moon. I need help immediately.” He rattled off Joy’s address. “Scramble a team to this location and we need a doctor. My female has been shot. The human police are on their way.” All hell was going to break loose at Homeland but it didn’t matter. He’d face whatever punishment came his way. “I sneaked out to find Joy. Tell Justice and everyone that I’m sorry. You should call Harley too. I want him on that helicopter.”
“Shit!” Book snarled. “This isn’t a joke, is it? This is coming from an outside line.”
