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Part 12� Protector

It felt like hours while Don sat
and held Will.� Don lived and died with
each slow breath that Will took.�

�Just another minute,� Don
murmured. ��Just another minute.� You can do that, right?� C�mon, babe, show me what a tough guy you
are.�� He continued to talk, alternately
begging and threatening, cajoling and demanding.� �Don�t you dare die on me.� I will never forgive you.� Please, please, hold on just a little
longer.�

The distant wail of a siren brought
Don�s head up.� �Hurry, hurry,
hurry.��

�Did you hear that, Will?� Help is coming.� Just another minute.� Just keep breathing for me, there you go.�

The sound of the siren got closer,
splitting into multiple sirens.� Car
wheels screeched in the driveway.� The
house alarms screamed and Don instinctively shielded Will.� He heard shouts above and the scuffle of
footsteps.

He reached for Jarvis�s gun and
held it ready.� He didn�t know who would
come down those stairs.� Could be
anybody.� Could be DEA � the mole!

�Don�t worry, Will,� Don said
grimly.� �I�ve got you.�

Footsteps clattered down the stairs
and Don recognized the DEA agents that he�d spent a week training with.� How well did he really know them?

�Stay back!� Don shouted wildly,
raising the gun.

The agents skidded to a halt,
staring at him.

�I�m not letting you kill him the
rest of the way!�� Don yelled.

�Make a hole!� Someone from
upstairs called.� The agents moved aside
and two men in navy blue EMT gear rushed down the stairs.

Don�s gun automatically swung in
their direction and the EMTs stopped short.

�How do I know you�re really a medic?�
Don demanded.

�You don�t,� one EMT snapped. ��But in a minute, that isn�t gonna matter.�

Grimacing, Don nodded and lowered
his gun.

The EMTs swept in and pried Will
from his arms.� Don took some comfort in
the confident, skilled movements of the EMTs as they assessed Will�s
injuries.� They took his pulse and
slipped a tube down Will�s throat to help his breathing.� They checked his responsiveness and, when
they didn�t get anything from him, shot questions at Don.

�What happened?�

�One shot to the head and one to the
front of his right shoulder.�

�What did you put against the
wounds?�

�Clean cotton on his head and my T-shirt
on his shoulder.� Was mostly clean.�

�Significant medical conditions?� Allergies?�

�No, none.�

Don kept a hold of Will�s hand for
as long as he could, until they moved to put Will on a stretcher to carry him
up the stairs.� Don pulled on his shoes
and stayed directly behind them, eyeing the DEA agents as they eyed him.� They stayed downstairs, examining the room
and the bodies, except for Sanchez who followed Don.

�You told dispatch I had a mole,�
Sanchez snapped.

�They were expecting us,� Don
snarled.� �It was a trap.��

�They were expecting a raid?�� Sanchez asked.

�No, they were expecting me and Will.� They knew our names, who we worked for, even
when we were supposed to check in.�

�How?�� Sanchez demanded.

�I don�t know,� Don growled.� �He just said they�d gotten a note today.�

Sanchez was silent for a moment
then asked mildly, �I suppose you had to kill them?�

�Yes.� I did,� Don bit off each word.

�Okay,� Sanchez said.� �I�ll need a report.�

�Go to hell,� Don snapped.� �I couldn�t care less what you need.� I
need to get Will to a hospital.�

�I know,� Sanchez said.� �We�ll talk later.�

Don growled and followed Will�s
stretcher.

The EMTs quickly loaded Will into
the ambulance.� Don tried to climb in
after them but one EMT pointed at his gun. �Get rid of it if you want to come
with us.�

Don nodded jerkily and tossed his
gun to a surprised Sanchez.� He jumped
into the ambulance and the shut the door.�
The ambulance screeched out of the driveway, siren wailing, as the EMTs
worked on Will.� Medical jargon flew
between the two men and one stabbed Will with several injections as the other
inserted an IV.� The ambulance tore down
the lane.� After a moment, one EMT turned
to Don.

�Okay, now you.�

�Help him!� Don protested.

�He�s as good as we can get him
until we get to the hospital.� Now let me
see your arm.�

�My arm?� Don asked blankly.

The EMT grabbed Don�s right arm and
jerked it straight.� Don stared at the
shards of glass imbedded in his skin.� He
abruptly became aware that his arm hurt.�
A lot.� The skin of his palms also
seemed to be shredded.� So, not all of
the blood was Will�s.� The EMT quickly
assessed Don and gave him an oxygen mask to help with breathing that Don hadn�t
even realized was labored.

Don let the EMT do his thing and
kept his eyes on Will.
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