Sebastian's POV
I quickly pull out my phone and dial Michal’s number. He answers on the first ring.
Before I can say anything, he blurts out, “Did you find her? Are you bringing her home? We were attacked, but we're doing okay.”
Ignoring his rapid-fire questions, I reply, “Michal, set up a medical bed quickly. We’re on our way back now. Call the doctor, too, because we’re going to need her.”
“Wait, why? Who’s hurt? Who needs the bed?” he asks, worriedly.
“It’s Shelly, Michal. She's hurt. She needs the doctor as soon as possible,” I explain briefly before ending the call.
Standing up with Shelly in my arms, I cradle her to my chest as carefully as I can without hurting her more. Right now, she is unconscious, and I pray she’s okay. At least she doesn’t feel the pain, but once she awakens, she will feel it tenfold.
Derek opens the back door of the SUV for me, and I climb in with Shelly, placing her gently on my lap. The ride is only about fifteen minutes to home, but it feels like
