Chapter 79: Cigarette Smoke

Lachlan

This is a shit show of a night. We get to Tempest's temporary base to find Carson on a rolling autopsy table, hooked up to an IV filled with antibiotics and a blood bag. He is just as pale as Arson, who Jase and Weston are carrying in. I swear he has lost even more blood.

"What happened?! Why did I hear a gunshot before the line cut out?" I winch at Doc Fox's sharp tone.

"We got shot at," Carley snaps at her uncle. She is probably the only one who could get away with it other than her mother and Gator.

"Some internal organs were hit. Best I can tell. Possibly his spine, but you won't know until you open him up." She tells her uncle, looking at Arson. "I'll get scrubbed up to assist." She looks up at Jase. "Let's get him to the operating room," she orders, and he nods.

Ryder stands there momentarily before sending a text on his phone, then follows Carley.

"You should shower to scrub the blood, sweat, and dirt off. You can use my room," JT offers, and I thank him.

I can treat my