Snorting, he shot her a look that said he wasn't buying that in the least. Shaking his head, he seemed to focus on the drive again, his attention locked on the road. Before too long they were pulling up to the hospital, the ambulance to the emergency doors and them into a parking stall. Jumping out, Zhubin swiped his wrist over the meter and then grabbed her out of the truck. Taking her hand, he jogged toward the emergency room.
Lacey was a hot mess and if not for having Zhubin there to hold her together she likely would have already fallen apart. Sliding into the emergency room, Lacey looked at the closed room and frowned. "I need to know how he is. Work your magic and find out." She insisted that Zhubin could charm information from anyone at any time, and now she was demanding he do just that.
Shooting her a look, he rolled his eyes. Sitting her down, he looked at her, a hard look. "Don't move a muscle," he said. Pressing a kiss to her hair he went over to the nurse's desk and smiled at one of them. She could see him talking with the woman. Hell, the man even let out a tear on command. That was seriously impressive. Fucking award material right there. He shook the woman's hand and then came toward her, not looking all that happy.
Lacey felt her knees go a little weak. Looking to Zhubin she frowned. "What?" she demanded. "Come on, tell me. What? Please." She whispered when he pulled her into his arms and began to rub her back lightly. "Please, nothing bad," she begged.
"He's lost a lot of blood and his pressure keeps bottoming out. They just wheeled him into surgery and the nurse I spoke to, Connie, said they were just getting the X-rays and such done up. The surgeon thinks he'll be in there for three, maybe four hours on this session. If it's what he thinks it is, then Ansell will need at least one, maybe two more surgeries. The surgeon said he'll be out midway through this operation to let us all know what's going on. Connie offered to show us up to a private waiting room on the surgery floor so we're there when the surgeon comes out if you want to go up."
"Yes please," Lacey whispered. "But he will pull through, right? Tell me that he will pull through. He will be fine, right?" She had to know that Ansell was going to be okay. She needed to know that her other mate was going to make it. She was rambling, repeating herself but she was in utter shock at the moment and completely beside herself that he just ran right into danger without giving it a second thought.
"Yes, he will be fine and pull through," he said softly. Giving her another squeeze he got to his feet and pulled her to hers. Tucking her close, Zhubin led her to the nursing desk where Connie was waiting on them.
"He had damn well better or I am going to beat him. I mean it too," she muttered darkly and moved with him to the nurse, Connie. Remaining quiet, Lacey followed at the nurse's heels into the waiting room that was close to the operating rooms and then closed the door behind herself. Taking in a deep breath, Lacey shook her head. "I really hope that this doesn't take long."
Catching her hand, Zhubin tugged her with him. After sitting, he pulled her into his lap and held her close. "It will take as long as it needs to take. He needs this and to know we are here thinking of him and praying he will be all right. That's what matters right this moment. All the rest can wait until he's back on his feet and you've beaten him back off them."
"You are my rock," she whispered and curled up closer to him. Her body was wrapped as close to him as she could possibly get, she was holding onto him as best she could and finally sighed. "It's just that I love you both so very much. It is killing me that he got hurt."
"I know, Lace, but try not to worry. He's not human so his chances of recovery are way better than if he were, you know that. We're built to survive. No, we're not invincible but we're not easy to put down either." Squeezing her closer, he rocked her slowly, stroking her hair gently.
"I know, but I still think of the human ways that people react. I know that's bad and all but it's how I have lived my life. I know that you guys have a hell of a recovery rate, but that doesn't erase the blood, and seeing him hurt as he was," she admitted.
"Lacey," he said softly, tipping her chin up so they were eye to eye. "It is not bad to think as a human. You are human so you're going to think that way and it's perfectly normal and amazing. Don't ever apologize for being human, we love you as you are, Lacey. And that is as a human woman that is too damned sexy for her own good."
"I know but still." She sighed and shook her head. "As long as he is going to be okay. That's my main and only concern. I just have to have him okay. I need for us all to get on with life, I need for us to have our happily ever after, dammit."
"And we will, now, happy thoughts. We are happy he is alive and he is receiving the best care available. We are happy because he will pull through and come home with us. We are happy because we will all be together and be a family with our little one to join us soon enough. Happy thoughts only, damn it."
"Good. Gosh blessed it all. I need to be able to have you boys all to myself for a time. I mean it. You two are my world, well you and our son that will come around in a few months. But I can't lose you now."
"We're not going anywhere, Lace. Not now and not for a very long time. You are stuck with us, period." Dropping a kiss on her lips, he sat back in the chair and pulled her closer. "Now, let's just sit here and hold one another while we wait."
"That's a very good thing. I love you, Zhubin. Thank you for talking me down from my insanity," she said with a smile. "I think that I needed that. I needed you." Taking a breath, she moved, adjusting in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him while they waited for the doctors to come out and tell them how Ansell was. "Should you call your mom and dads and let them know about Ansell?"
"I will, but not until we talk to the surgeon. I want to give them comprehensive information and not just freak them out. I'll have to get someone to likely go pick them up at the Veil. They'll all want to come and be here, which is understandable. He is family to us all," he said softly.
"I think that they would like that," she said softly. "Yes, it will be good to be able to have them here but only after we know the truth of his condition. Let's just hope that they won't find out about Ansell being here before we contact them. That would be bad. Very bad."
"Hopefully they won't," he said. Leaning his head back against the wall, Zhubin shut his eyes. "My mother will kill me if she finds out from anyone besides us. And I'm not being dramatic, that woman will beat me into a bloody pulp before stomping on my entrails."
"Well then I suggest that we call the moment that the surgeons come out. Perhaps call her while they are talking so that you can relay information to her while they are talking. That might be the best of ideas, don't you think?"
"No, I'll wait until they give us everything. I want to know absolutely every detail before I call her. She'll expect answers immediately and has zero patience for human doctors. Even with her being on the other side of the Veil, she'd have the surgeons in tears on the floor right quick."
"Damn, I didn't know that. Are you sure? I mean really are you sure that you shouldn't call her now just to let her know?" She sighed and then said, "Okay, you are right. Well let's hopefully get some news soon."
"I am always right, remember?" he asked, shooting her a mischievous grin. Laughing softly when she poked him in the chest, he hugged her tight. "I'm serious though, I know the woman well and it's best to have everything lined up so when she demands details I can just give her everything."
She patted his chest and laughed, "Good thing I love you as much as I do, Zhu, or else I might be a little frustrated with you." She did, however, close her eyes and sigh. "I think I just need to be held. That's all that matters right now is that we are together. Right?" That they were there for Ansell.
Nodding, he pulled her in tight and kissed her nose. "Close your eyes and relax. We can't do anything until the surgeons come to talk to us and, according to Connie, that could be a good couple of hours. Of which"-he looked at his watch and groaned-"we've managed to kill a grand total of twenty-three minutes."
"Woo." She frowned and rubbed her cheek to his chest and sighed. "Crap, hours, really?" Dammit she would not be able to survive the wait. "We might just have to take turns pacing the floors or something." Lacey muttered, right before she yawned and closed her eyes.