New Species 08 Obsidian (20 page)

Obsidian stalked closer to his prey. Destiny wanted a fight and he was going to give him one. It would feel good to beat on the male for accusing him of abusing Alli in any way.

“She’s mine,” he declared.

Destiny came at him. “Not for long.”

White-hot rage exploded and he didn’t hold back or attempt to dampen it. He fed the flames by imagining the other male touching his Alli. The others in the room were forgotten.

He assessed his opponent. Destiny weighed slightly more than him but he was taller, meaner. He remembered the time six technicians had come into his room when he’d broken one of his chains from the wall. Only one of them had survived.

The human side of him fled, to be replaced by something purely savage. A fist swung at his face but his hand wrapped around it, his hold tightened until it crushed. The male screamed as bones broke.
No pity.
He punched out while the male suffered, hitting his throat. It knocked Destiny back and would have floored him but his hand was still a prisoner at Obsidian’s mercy.

“Fuck,” someone hissed.

“Don’t kill him!” Moon roared.

Arms locked around his waist, jerking him hard, and he was forced to break his connection when he went airborne. He landed on something soft that flipped, sending him rolling onto the floor. His head struck something unforgiving but he shook off the pain and lifted up. One of the couches was on its side—the thing that had cushioned his fall.

Darkness was crouched where Obsidian had been, the reason he found himself on the floor. The male growled, his eyes nearly black in color. “Don’t kill.”

His gaze shifted. Moon was crouched over Destiny, rubbing the throat of the male sprawled flat on his back with his legs writhing in agony. Obsidian slowly rose to his feet, ready to do battle, but realized he had no one to fight.

“Call Medical,” Moon yelled. “He’s breathing but in bad shape. Medical emergency!” His head whipped around to pin Obsidian with a grim look. “I think you missed crushing his windpipe but he’s having a hard time breathing.” He glanced down at the fallen male’s hand. “And you broke some of his fingers.” He looked back. “You really need to learn how to fight without trying to kill someone. You’re too damn new.” He glared at Darkness. “Great idea to let them fight it out. We’re lucky this one isn’t dead.”

Darkness shrugged as he straightened from his bowed position. “I stopped him before too much damage was done. I underestimated him since you implied he was still recovering. I’d say he’s at one hundred percent.” He frowned, approaching Obsidian. “You’re bleeding. Let me take a look at your head. You hit the coffee table. I thought you’d land on the couch, not bowl it over.”

* * * * *

Alli had just finished shoving the last of her clothes into a suitcase, only leaving out one outfit to wear in the morning, when someone pounded on the door. It surprised her that they didn’t ring the doorbell. The wood took a horrendous beating. The sound alarmed her enough that she sprinted into the living room to unlock door, throwing it open.

“Come with me,” Rusty panted, out of breath and sweating as if she’d run a long distance. An emergency medical kit backpack had been slung over one of her shoulders. “The new doctor isn’t here and Trisha can’t be found. She and Slade went for a walk but we don’t have time to track them.”

“What happened?” Alli stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her. It was obvious that someone must have been hurt if they needed a doctor.

“A fight at the men’s dorm. A male is down. Hurry.”

Panic gripped Alli as she ran after the fleeing Species female, whose legs were longer. It sank in that she hadn’t put on shoes when she reached the road, the unforgiving surface bruising. Obsidian had gone to visit the dorm. Was he the one hurt?

Oh god!
She ran faster, ignoring the pain. It had to be bad for the usually serene Rusty to be so distressed. “Who?” It was tough to sprint and talk at the same time.

The Species female didn’t even glance back and seemed to ignore the question. An engine roared from behind them, grew louder, and Alli slowed, turning her head. The sight of the quickly approaching Jeep was more than welcome. Book stomped on the brakes.

“Get in.”

Alli collapsed onto the passenger seat while Rusty climbed into the back. The male punched the gas, taking off fast enough to almost cause whiplash but she wasn’t about to criticize him for his driving. It had to be a pretty grim situation, the injuries severe.

“Who is hurt?” She needed to know if it was Obsidian, obsessing on the worst.

“Destiny,” Rusty panted. “He was in a fight and he is having difficulty breathing.”

“He was punched in the throat,” Book filled in. “He might have a crushed windpipe.” His features were emotionless but his voice came out unusually gruff. “I think it was a training exercise gone wrong. Hang on.”

Alli barely had time to grab the handhold grips on the dashboard and above her by the roll bar before he took the turn really fast, nearly tossing her out of her seat. She clung, letting the details sink in.
A training accident. Not Obsidian. Thank god!

Her mind shut down as she went into professional mode. Years of training came into play. She glanced back at Rusty. “Open that backpack the second we reach him. You’re looking for the light blue bag. Rip it open and flatten it out to give me access. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Hold on,” Book warned again, locking up the brakes.

Pure adrenaline gave her the strength avoid smacking hard into the dash as the Jeep came to a violent stop in front of the dorm. Her hands hurt when she released the handholds and twisted, almost falling from the vehicle. Rusty just stood and jumped out, landing gracefully in front of her. Alli stayed hot on her ass as they ran, grabbing at one of the outside pockets of the backpack to snag a glove packet attached there.

Book stayed at their side. Someone from the building waited, the security doors held wide open to allow them faster entrance. The sight of Moon huddled over a male on the floor was the first and only thing she focused on.

She tore open the glove wrapper with her teeth as she assessed Destiny the second her knees hit the floor on the other side of Moon. His color was bad, stating his hypoxic condition, and pain hazed his eyes. Terror too. His pale, bluish lips were open, gasping in tiny amounts of oxygen, and she stared at his throat. A red mark identified where he’d been struck.

“Fuck.” She shifted, walked on her knees, to huddle over his head from a top position. It was unusually quiet, the way it got during a tragedy but Alli refused to allow this to become one. She stared deeply into her nurse’s eyes as she heard the sound of Rusty doing what she’d been told. “I’m here. Just try to remain calm, okay? You’re not going to die. I’m going to put in a breathing tube and help you.”

It was automatic to put on gloves, something she’d done countless times, not even giving it a thought. It tore her up inside to look away from him when he stared at her with absolute trust. He’d stopped struggling the second they’d made eye contact and the terrified look faded.

The kit was opened, laid out, and she went to work. “Gently tilt his head back,” she ordered Moon as she grabbed a Macintosh blade and moved up beside Destiny’s head. She inserted the large tool and pressed down on the tongue, keeping it flat. She started gently pulling back on the rigid instrument as she inserted it into his throat, opening his airway. If there was no crushing injury to halt its progress, it should do the job. “Hold real still, Destiny. I know you’ll feel like gagging but fight it. You mustn’t vomit. It’s almost there.”

She found resistance, swelling in the area where he’d been hit, and prayed as she gently wiggled the instrument. The alternative was to perform a tracheotomy. Punching a hole in his throat wasn’t her first choice, especially with him conscious enough to feel even more pain and fear. It would raise his risk of infection and complications.

The instrument slid past the affected area and she was in. She grabbed an endotracheal tube and inserted it quickly through the blade, being careful not to go too far. She didn’t want to collapse a lung. She glanced into his eyes. “Breathe.”

The sound was horrible but he got air. She removed the Macintosh blade, leaving the tube in place. Alli grabbed a stethoscope, placed it against his chest, and listened. Good sounds from both lungs. Seconds ticked by while his body arched as he fought his gag reflex but he breathed through the tube. His coloring returned to normal. She glanced at Moon.

“We need to get him to Medical right now. I need a gurney brought here and once we reach Medical, I’ll get him sedated and hook him to a ventilator while I see if it’s just swelling or if he’s got more severe damage.” She glanced at Rusty. “Good job. Find the light-green packet in there that contains an Ambu bag. We might have to use it if he has trouble breathing on his own. It’s bigger than most of the things in there so it should be easy to spot.”

“What is it?” Moon stared at her.

“It’s a device we can use to breathe for him if he needs assistance.”

“Move!” Trisha’s voice startled them all.

Alli was happy to see the woman, even if she did nearly shove Moon onto his side to take his place next to the patient. The other doctor quickly assessed the situation before lifting her gaze. “Thank you, Allison. Great job. You saved his life.”

“He was getting some air.” Her denial was swift. “He could have made it until you got here.”

Trisha blinked before staring down at Destiny. She smiled, using her best teasing voice to put him at ease and make light of the situation to keep him calm. “You couldn’t stay out of trouble while I enjoyed the park, huh? Just blink once for yes, two for no. Did you strike your head?”

Alli crawled backward to make room as more medical staff arrived. Trisha had the situation in hand. She removed the gloves, just shoved them into her pocket, not willing to hunt for a trash can. Someone stepped next to her and she glanced up.

Obsidian had blood running down his cheek from a source at his hairline near his temple. She spun, facing him, alarmed. “What happened to you?”

He was so tall she had a difficult time reaching high enough to gently tip his chin down to give her a better view. The cut wasn’t deep but it was bloody. Head wounds always were. The clues slammed into her instantly, adding one injured patient with another to link them together.

“You were training with Destiny?” Anger came next. “Who let this happen?”

“I did,” a deep male voice stated from behind her.

She glanced back, staring at Darkness. He scared her a little since the day she’d met him. He wasn’t friendly at all and she knew he worked as an interrogator for New Species. His file wasn’t one she’d been given access to—a warning that something wasn’t right—but she’d heard other Species mention that he wasn’t exactly friendly.

“They don’t like each other.” Her voice trembled a little. “You shouldn’t have put them together.”

His expression remained masked, giving no indication whether he felt remorse or irritated over her lecturing him. “Destiny is correct. You are naïve.” He stared over her head at Obsidian. “I’m taking you to Medical. They’ll want to look at that cut.”

“Alli will tend to me.”

“She no longer works here. Moon will take her home to wait for you but you’re going with me. We live by rules and that’s one of them. Your female doesn’t have access to all those machines they use over there and I have a feeling they’ll want to scan your head since you just recovered from a coma.”

She stared at Obsidian, willing to drop the subject of how it shouldn’t have happened. “He’s right. We need to go to Medical.”

“Him,” Darkness clarified. “You have limited access and unless you are hurt, you don’t have clearance to enter the building.”

It was a slap in the face but she took it. The Species was just being honest, not cruel. “Go to Medical to have that checked out. I’ll be waiting for you at home when you’re done.” She glanced at Darkness. “Please take care of him for me.”

He sighed. “Females. They worry about everything. Let’s go, newbie. We’ll discuss the difference between bad humans and protective Species on the way there. You can’t go around trying to kill your own kind.”

The words sent horror through Alli as her gaze locked on Obsidian, praying silently for a denial that he’d nearly caused Destiny’s death. He avoided looking at her though as he responded to Darkness.

“He challenged me for Alli.”

“True. That just means you beat his ass but you don’t kill him.”

Moon was suddenly there. “I’ll take him to Medical.”

Alli was in shock as she released Obsidian. He could have killed Destiny. He had also gotten hurt.
I’m the reason.
There was no doubt of that after hearing that it had been some kind of challenge between them regarding her. Her worst fears were coming true.

“Both of you take him,” she mumbled. “I’ll have Rusty walk me home.”

She stared up at Obsidian, unable to look away from the blood. He’d suffered trauma to his head and it could have sent him right back into a comatose state. Or worse, killed him. He needed time to heal and grow stronger, not endanger his life. His domineering feelings for her were also putting a wedge between him and other males. It was imperative to his long-term outlook that he fit in at Homeland.