a nod and they both put their hands under her body. As they slowly lifted her up, Adara let out a soft moan, one indicating pain. “Put her down, put her down!” Zayn said frantically as they both started setting her back on the floor.
“Zayn, we should call an ambulance and get her taken into our facility in town.”
Zayn watched as the floor started to pool with more blood. He knew she would not be able to take too much of the loss and be able to survive. “She can’t die; she’s going to have our baby, and you have to help save her, Nasir,” Zayn said as he looked at her face, still and unmoving.
Nasir listened to Zayn’s words, knowing the ramifications of what he was saying. “We will save them, Zayn, we will.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He punched in the seven digits to the emergency Algula line he had set up when the infrastructure was first established in Colorado Springs.
“This is Emir Nasir. I need someone sent immediately to my GPS location and bring the emergency first aid units. The king is here and requesting immediate response.”
Zayn watched as her breathing didn’t change. He held the cloth on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding with the pressure. “How long will it be until they get here? I know she isn’t losing blood fast, but this isn’t good for the baby.” Zayn felt his heart start to slow. He never should have left. Again this was his fault. He had so much to make up for, and so many things to fix. He knew this situation would take a while to repair; that is, if she could ever forgive him.
“Zayn, you have to have faith, and you have to believe that she is going to be okay. If you have that, then you can have the hope. Be brave for her. She will make it; you know we have the best technology around.” Nasir stood and put his hand on Zayn’s arm, trying to pull him to a standing position. “I hear the ambulance. Come on, Zayn. Let’s give them space to work.”
They stood together just as the emergency workers pulled into the drive way. They could hear the commotion while they rushed into the house. “Back here,” Nasir called out as he pulled Zayn back into the doorframe of the bathroom. The emergency medics rushed in and then stopped instantly as they saw their king. The men immediately kneeled and displayed reverence for the Algula they all had missed.
“What are you doing? Stop kneeling and save her!” Zayn yelled at the two medics. What were they thinking, kneeling at a time like this? “If she dies, I will kill you both. SAVE HER!” Zayn tried to go pace around Adara, but he felt Nasir holding him back.
“They need space to work, Zayn; you have to give them space.”
Zayn shot a glare at Nasir that told him immediately to remain silent. He knew better than to start telling him what to do in front of his subjects.
The emergency workers spent time working on Adara, making sure they removed the remaining shards of wood from her wound and then cauterizing it so she didn’t lose any more blood. They checked her blood pressure, 91/55; everyone in the room knew that was too low to be safe.
“Sire, we need to get her to the hospital. May we transport her?” one of them asked the king.
“Yes, but if you hurt her in any way, I’ll hold you responsible for it. She is to be your future queen. You remember that when you are treating her.” Both workers bowed for a moment showing acceptance of the threat. One of them rushed out to bring in the transporter from the vehicle.
Nasir pulled out his cell phone; he had to tell Nikole about all this. He’d begun to dial her number when Zayn saw her name appear on the cell phone screen. “You are not to tell her. I will handle my okht.”
Nasir looked perplexed by this. Zayn had been gone for three months, and Nikole had taken over in his absence. “Zayn, I gave her my word I would let her know when you came back.”
Zayn didn’t want to see his okht just yet. He needed to be in a