Kade's Rescue (Detroit Heat Book 1)

by Lynn, Davida

  Her voice was strained. It hurt her to read the whole list out loud. It hurt me, too, just to listen. I forced a smile, “All right, now you can give me the bad news.”

  She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one. “I’m glad you’re in good spirits, Mr. Baggio. I’ll see if I can track down the doctor to give you the details. Excuse me.”

  I was shocked, but the swagger of being a firefighter was still alive inside me. “Don’t be gone too long, Nurse Marnie.” I got a genuine smile from her before she left the room.

  Looking down at my legs again, I assessed the situation. Like I thought, both legs broken, the left one much worse. That explained the left hand. I must have come down on that side. Concussion was to be expected, and I was damn lucky to come away without any spinal damage.

  The nurse left the room, giving me some time to mull it all over. My mind was working slower than usual as I tried to think things through. The meds were making it tricky. My phone wasn’t within reach. I figured that my family knew, but I didn’t see any sign of them. I was thirsty, confused, scared, and alone.

  I leaned back against the pillow with nothing to do but wait.

  It must have been about ten minutes before the doctor came in. “Rico, I’m Dr. Jolie. It’s good to see you’re awake.” He had my chart in his hand. “Mind if I set this here for a sec?” He laid it next to me and grabbed for a chair. He pulled it to my bedside.

  I didn’t have room to talk, but the guy looked a bit too young for his job. I wanted someone with gray hair taking care of me. Ageism. Some of my brothers had taken similar jabs at me when I joined Engine 37. He’s just a kid, they’d said.

  Dr. Jolie sat down in the chair and looked over my chart a second time. “I assisted in the surgery to reset your broken bones, and I’ll be looking out for you for the next few weeks.”

  I extended my good hand across my chest with care. “Glad to meet you, Doc.”

  He barely shook it, more aware of my injuries than most. “Please, call me Rob. I hate the formal stuff. We’re gonna see a lot of each other, so we might as well talk like human beings.”

  I nodded. “I can respect that. My chart probably says my name is Ricardo, but go ahead and call me Rico.”

  Rob smiled thinly. “Will do.”

  “As long as we’re busy respecting each other,” I said, “give it to me straight. I’ll never go back to work, will I?”

  He let out a sigh, and after marking something on the chart, he dropped a pen into his breast pocket, “It’s not good, Rico. You can see that. Both legs broken, the left one severely. The left hand has a lot of metal in it, too. Your teeth will have to be fixed properly at a later date, but you didn’t lose any of them. That’s the bad news. The less bad news is that you didn’t break your back, and there’s probably not going to be any lingering nerve damage. You are a lucky man.”

  I knew he meant well, but I didn’t see it that way. “Lucky? I’m good at one thing, and you’re making it sound like that one thing is gone. I wouldn’t count myself too lucky.”

  Dr. Rob didn’t seem interested in my pity party. “Look, I can’t say anything for certain because you have a long road ahead of you, but there’s nothing that says you can’t go back to work. Rehab is a long process, but I’m sure Detroit will stand behind you and your department will welcome you back when you are up to it. I’m sure your family will stand beside you and give you strength, too. Speaking of, I think there are a few people here to see you.”

  “Have they been in here since I got admitted?”

  “In the room?” Rob shook his head “No. You were rushed straight into surgery, and we didn’t want to allow them in until you woke up. You were in serious condition upon arrival. If you want, I can let them in here and give you some time.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure they’re worried sick. Thanks for screwing me back together, Rob.”

  “No problem, Rico. I was just doing my job. I’ll be back to check on you later this evening.” He stood up and turned around before walking out the door. “Don’t let them get you going too much. They seem like an energetic bunch.”

  “You have no idea.”

  He gave me a wide-eyed look and laughed as he walked out. I could hear my mother’s voice. “Can we please visit with our son?”

  “Of course, Mrs. Baggio, but he will need his rest. Your son’s been through quite an ordeal.”

  Ma ran into the room with my father and my little sister in tow. I could see the tears begin the instant she saw me, but her cheeks were red and her eyes were already puffy. Ma had done plenty of crying even before this moment.

  “Hey, Ma. It’s all right.”

  She buried her face in her hands and collapsed into the chair that Rob had been sitting in. My pop had a sad smile on his face. My little sister was clinging to his leg. I gave Sara a wave. “Hi, sis. Rico’s just fine, see?”

  “You don’t look just fine.” She looked like she was about to follow in Ma’s footsteps and break down. She turned and buried her face in Pop’s side. My heart ached and the lump in my throat grew. My family worried about me day in and day out because of possibilities just like this.

  “Good to see you, Ricardo.” I could even hear emotion in my pop’s voice. He was normally hard to read, but I could see the concern and relief on his face. He nodded as he held my sister and laid a hand on my mother’s back. Guilt made my heart pump even faster. I hated myself for what I had put them through.

  “I’m sorry, Ma.” That only made her wail. “Ma, look at me.”

  After a few seconds, she looked up and uncovered her face. I smiled at her, realizing that my face was probably fairly cut and bruised. I was sure I looked like I’d just been in a boxing match. “It’s all right, Ma. I’m here. I’m alive.”

  A tear fell down my cheek and I raised my right hand to wipe it away. “I’m going to be just fine.” I reached across my body to take her hand. I thought for a second that she might not let me, but she did. She squeezed it, and I felt a little better.

  Pop spoke. “The doctor says you’ll stay here for observation for a few days before they move you to a more long-term room. Your chief was here. Clay, right?”

  I nodded. It was good to know that he had been here. Not so much for me, but I was sure it was a comfort for my parents. Most of my income went to them, and I knew the second they’d found out that I’d been hurt, panic had set in. The last thing our family needed was someone else on disability.

  Ma yanked on my hand a little too hard, and the twist sent pain shooting through me. “Oh, God. Sorry, Rico.” She let go of my hand and patted me.

  “It’s all right, Ma.”

  “I just thought of Susanne.” Ma’s eyes were open wide.

  I shook my head as much as I could. “Don’t bring her into this, Ma.”

  “Why not? You two dated for two years. She ought to know.”

  The last thing on my mind was my ex. It was true: we had dated for two great years. She supported my dreams of becoming a firefighter. She supported me all the way through academy and assignment, but as soon as things got hard, she split. Her exact words were, “I want you all the time, not for two days at a time.” Despite everything I had explained to her before getting hired, she didn’t seem to understand the life.

  “Ma, we haven’t talked in three months. I don’t think she gives a flying fuck if I’m dead or alive.”

  I turned to Pop, about to apologize, but it was too late. “Language. Christ Almighty.”

  “Sorry, Pop.”

  He looked down. “Don’t apologize to me.”

  I leaned down as much as my body would allow. “Sara, Rico got mad and said a bad word. Don’t let them catch you saying that at school, or you’ll have to deal with Ma when you get home, huh?”

  My little sister peeked out from behind my pop. It hit me that she was scared of me. The lump returned to my throat. I gave her my best smile, knowing that it probably made me look like Quasimodo. “I know I don’t look too good right now, but
that’s because I took a nasty spill. I’m gonna get better, though. You know that, right?”

  Sara was small for an eight-year-old, but she was bright. When she listened, she understood more than some adults. For a second she stared at me, and then she nodded. “The doctors are going to fix you?”

  I raised my casted and bolted left arm. “They already started. I’m going to set off every metal detector from now on, but it’s still your big brother.”

  She smiled, and it was like the first sunny day of the year. Sara was the love of my life. She was the reason I was a firefighter. My heart ached, and another tear fell.

  I looked back to my mother. “Ma, just promise me you won’t tell Susanne. I don’t need any drama.”

  It was my pop who answered, though. “Yeah, I’d say you’ve had enough of that.”

  Rico’s Recovery

  Davida Lynn grew up reading everything she could get her hands on, including books she had to hide. At nearly thirty, she has stories pouring from her fingertips. She enjoys nothing more than letting a story unfold before her. When Davida isn’t writing, she loves watching trashy TV, reading pulp fiction, and daydreaming about her next travel destination.