“What are you doing here?” he called out to her, thinking she was there to steal something.
“I own the store.” She pulled her ID out of her pocket and handed it to him.
“You shouldn’t be here. Something could fall, and you’ll get hurt.”
“I wanted to see how bad the damage was. Did they go upstairs?”
“We don’t know yet.” He turned to his partner then. “Take her outside.” The police officer led Spencer back through the windows, and she saw that the sleeve of her jacket was drenched in blood, and it was running down her arm. The officer helped her down out of the window and signaled to a paramedic. “She’s hurt,” he shouted, and the paramedic came running with a gurney for her.
“I’m fine,” she insisted, as he looked her over quickly and pointed to her arm.
“Were you shot?” She shook her head. He pulled back her sleeve and exposed the nasty gash she’d gotten from the shard of glass in the window. The cut was so fine she hadn’t felt it. It had cut her like a scalpel, and blood was gushing from the wound as a tall man came forward and spoke to the paramedic.
“That needs to be sewn up.” Spencer looked up and saw that it was Mike.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him, shocked.
“I came to get you. I’m taking you to the hospital.” The paramedic pulled a bandage out of a kit and offered to send her in an ambulance. She tried to tell them she was fine, but Mike and the paramedic lifted her into it, and Mike climbed in with her. “Why is it that I know now that wherever there’s trouble, I’m going to find you in the thick of it?” He held her other hand as they careened through the night with the siren screaming. “How bad did the store look?” he asked her softly. He could tell she’d gone inside, which was how she’d cut her arm.
“Pretty bad. A lot of blood. A lot of them got killed in there, except one guy, and he was shot too.”
They got to NYU Medical Center quickly. Mike climbed out of the ambulance behind Spencer and followed her inside, while one of the paramedics pushed her in a wheelchair. The bandage on her arm was a dark burgundy color by then. She was losing blood at a rapid rate and Mike was worried. It had been foolish of her to push into the store, but it was too late to say it now.
He waited in the emergency room with her while they cleaned the wound and tried to stop the bleeding, and she looked faint for a minute as he gently held her shoulders. The doctor came in quickly, gave her a tetanus shot and a shot to anesthetize the arm, and sewed it up carefully. She was in shock from all she’d seen, and from her injury, and her teeth were chattering while the doctor sewed her up. The nurses had cut off her denim jacket and her T-shirt, and covered her with a hospital gown, as Mike stayed with her and never left her side.
The police took a statement from her to make sure she wasn’t one of the active victims of the gangs, and she inquired what would happen at the store. They said that the police would be there all night, protecting the crime scene and taking evidence, so she knew the store was safe until morning. She had a long bandage on her arm, and she looked pale and felt dizzy when she and Mike left the hospital together. Mike hailed a cab, and covered her with his own jacket over the hospital gown she was wearing with her jeans. He had been sure she would try to enter the store as soon as she could, and he was right.
“I’m taking you home.” He gave the driver her address, and put an arm around her as they walked inside. He was afraid that she might faint, but she was steadier once she got a breath of the cool air. She had her house key and the keys to the store in her pocket.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked him, and he nodded. He was impressed by everything he’d seen that night, and by how bold Spencer had been going into the store to check it out. She was fearless when it came to protecting what she loved.
He followed her into the front hall of her orderly house, and she walked him into the kitchen. Ben and Axel’s toys were there, and there was a pretty garden outside with a set of swings.
“Do you want something to eat?” she asked him.
“Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had a rough night.” He had a strong protective presence.
“I’m okay,” she said, and sat in a chair at the table. “Can I have some ice cream?” she asked him, and he smiled. She looked like a beautiful child with her long blond hair hanging down her back. She pointed to where the bowls were, and he scooped some ice cream out for both of them and sat down next to her.