He had no free hand to reach up and rub the tears out of his eyes. Not that it mattered, tears were reserved for those you truly loved, those you would die for, and that all applied to Reagan. He was the one to shake his head as she moved, tensing up as any movement only served to cause her further pain. Eyes searching wide and frightened for any kind of assistance. But none came. There was no one but himself to blame really. This night had been put together like the huge spectacle it had now turned into. He had been downright naive to think that they could have a celebration in public without any tragedy befalling on account of his second job. Devlin knew he had become a decent actor, but he ought to know that the facade he put on for the rest of the world was not real, and that the real one would come back to bite him in the ass. No, bite his loved ones in the ass. They were paying for his mistakes, and nothing weighed heavier on his shoulders and heart than that.
A stream of husky apologies left his lips as she cried out in pain, pain he was causing her. “I have to. I’m sorry kid I’m so sorry.” The act took all the mental energy he had, so much so that he barley noticed Nik appearing out of the blue. Devlin took deep breaths, holding onto Reagan’s shoulder to keep applying pressure. “I found her like this.” He managed to tell his little brother, glancing in his direction. Hearing his wife’s name sent another spike of fear trough Dev. Had she left like he had asked? Or was she still in here risking her life? He had told her off once but god knew if she had listened that second time. “Cass is fine.” he assured Reagan, not wanting her to worry about anyone but herself right now. Chances were that she had lost a lot of blood, and Dev feared that if they could not get her to the hospital soon then she might be in even more danger. Tired? The fresh panic caused the blonde to shake, his hands and heads shaking simultaneously. “No. No Reagan you have to stay awake.” he insisted, cursing under his breath. “Nik can you see anyone? We need to get her to a hospital.” The urgency was not to be mistaken. Taking back his hand for a minute, Devlin unbuckled his belt, a plan forming in his mind, the helpless brother paralyzation about to fade away as the soldier in him was awakened. “Reags..” The despair from before met a wall. One he had slammed down, hard. Using the belt he buckled his coat, soaked with her blood, to her head, the belt making a workable loop around her head to keep the coat in place. “We need to move her Nik, get up.” Devlin ordered, rising to his own feet and taking Reagan by the shoulders, gesturing for Nik to take the feet, so they could carry her downstairs and outside. Not surprisingly a sea of ambulances were parked right outside. “You ride with her, okay? I’ll follow with Cass.”
Nik frowned as Cass’ name left Reagan’s lips, and she looked confused, battling to stay awake. Worry fluttered through his chest, though it was easy to push all his worries to the back of his mind as his adrenaline took precipice. “No, Reagan, you gotta stay awake, okay?” He leaned back a little, giving her some room for her to gain some bearings, and focus on a fixed point instead of shifting around them. She was fading, fast.
“No,” He answered his brother, he had only passed victims of the blast, he hadn’t seen emergency services yet. “Only people who are hurt.” Devlin’s hand came down hard on the floor, and he was about to suggest getting them the hell out of the crumbling building before it collapsed, and then his brother started barking orders. Nik was more than happy to oblige, quickly grabbing Reagan’s feet, the Taylor brothers were fast in getting her now unconscious form out to the street where a sea of ambulances were curbside. Nik simply nodded at his brothers instructions, more than willing to have to put up a fight to go with her. He had just got her back, and seeing the EMTs wheeling her unconscious form into the back of an ambulance seemed all too real of what he had thought been his very past, before she had come back.
The next few hours went by with a flurry of doctors, nurses, tests, and diagnoses. It was determined that the gash on Reagan’s head was big enough to require staples instead of stitches, and so the wound was closed and a portion of her head was wrapped in gauze for initial protection. If all went well, she would be able go without the gauze in a day or so and the staples would come out after about a week and a half. During the whole ordeal, Reagan regained consciousness a few times before drifting off again. For fear of disrupting her or startling her as they closed her wound, the doctors administered a light anesthetic. When the procedure was finished, she was transferred to her own room in the hospital where Devlin and Nik could be with her when she woke up.
Upon opening her eyes again, Reagan was immediately confused - where was she? What was going on? Why did her head hurt? The beeping of the heart monitor cut through her thoughts and she turned her head slightly to glance over at it, the lines jumping just as they should. Her eyes then went to her right hand, which was securely in the grasp of one of Devlin’s, and her left, which was taken by Nik. Reagan groggily tried to lift her head to get a better view of each of them to no avail. “Are you afraid you’re gonna lose me while crossing a street?” she finally said softly in a froggy voice, her dry humor layering on top of the steady beeping.
