Immediately Ash turns her attention to Gabby, who was frantically scrambling across the tiled floor of the lobby.
Across the floor to an immobile Jax and the pool of blood slowly growing around him.
Lucas paled and sprinted to his side.
“Gabby assess his leg. I’ll work on his chest wound. Lucas call 911 and find us some towels.” Ash began barking orders, shouldering him out of her way so she could kneel at Jax’s side.
Cold dread spread through Luke’s muscles holding him in place. Jax couldn’t die. He’d lost too many people. He couldn’t lose Jax.
“Lucas!” Ash’s sharp call jarred him out of his stupor. He met her brown eyes something unspoken passing between them, reassuring him. “Towels. 911.”