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She didn’t have long. Lillian could feel her strength ebbing away as cold dug its sharp fingers into her body. Shock and blood loss, her brain told her. An adult human only needed a thirty percent blood loss for some pretty serious problems to develop. Anything past that and the patient was in deep s**t.
The wetness on the seat and dripping down into the foot well told Lillian she was well past the problem stage and high-tailing it over the deep s**t horizon. She welcomed it. If nothing else, the cold numbed the agony that her abdomen had become.
Jack wheeled around at her words, pulling her into his arms. She went gratefully, craving his hotter-than-human body heat.
“Its okay, sweetheart, I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
The low rumble of his voice against her ear was a comfort. Te
