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The Accident
Pulling
over to help at the scene of an emergency was the right thing for Dr. Madison
Cahil to do.
But
if emergency services didn't arrive quickly, he would miss celebrating his
anniversary at a swanky restaurant with his lover, Shane. He'd already
disappointed the man he loved; now the whole night would be ruined. Not that
Shane would make a scene. He'd smile sweetly and declare that it was fine.
Madison hated that word. Fine never meant fine when Shane said it. Fine meant fuck off, asshole.
BLURB
His
string of bad luck since leaving the hospital just wasn't quitting. He couldn't
believe he'd be the one to have to tell Shane his brother and niece had been
involved in an accident, on their anniversary no less.
"I'm
a doctor at New Hope. The officer up there sent me down to take a look, see if
I could help." A tiny liberty with the truth. But... He stretched up on
his toes to peer through the lightly tinted rear window. No child in the car,
thank God.
The
driver's window was shattered. Using his jacketed elbow he brushed aside broken
glass and leaned into the vehicle. This time the cop didn't bother trying to
block him, though he still grumbled a bit. Fuck again. The victim was medium
height and build, longish blond hair...Caucasian. Just like Hugh. The interior
of the car reeked of blood and hot engine oil.
"Emergency
services are on the way. Not sure what you can do to help."
Carefully,
Madison slid his hand to the neck of the victim. Pulse seemed fairly strong.
The sirens of the approaching ambulance were a relief though. He could get out
of here and on his way if they showed up, even if he and Shane ended up
spending the evening at the emergency room with Hugh instead of at a romantic
dinner.
The
driver moaned and stirred.
"He's
coming around!" Madison called to the policeman. "Hey, sir, can you
hear me?" He spoke softly to the injured man, leaning closer to see if he
could decipher any response.
The
man shifted in his seat and leaned back, turning his head to meet Madison's
gaze. Madison's heart stilled and panic rushed in.
The
driver wasn't Hugh. It was Shane. No doubt about it. A huge gash on his
forehead bled freely; pain fogged his blue eyes. "Oh, baby. Shane? Honey,
what happened? Shane..." His training deserted him, and tears gathered in
the corners of his eyes before trickling down his cheeks in warm trails. What
to do? He wanted to hold Shane, to talk to him, to chastise him for not wearing
the god damn seat belt.
"Madison."
Shane breathed out in a confused drawl.
"I'm
here, baby."
"Sonny."
Good, that was a good sign. Shane recognized him. Madison reached out with a
trembling hand to push Shane's golden blond hair, darkened with blood, off his
forehead, revealing more of the wound.
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