“I don’t want to sit down,” I hissed. “I want my man back here safe and sound.” I shook my head. “Sorry. I don’t mean to snap at you.”
“If you need to snap at me, you go right ahead,” she said. “I can take it. But I’m going to put on my mom voice and insist you sit down now.”
She guided me to one of the recliners and plopped me into it, but I immediately stood back up. “I can’t. If I sit down, I’ll break down.”
“I’m going to see what I can find for dinner,” Willow said. “Guys, watch her, please.”
Jasmine and Lyric nodded, while Quin followed Willow to help with the food.
“Liv, I get—”
“Olivia!” Doc bellowed, cutting off whatever Jasmine was going to say, and I made a mad dash for the sound of his voice.
He walked in, Doom and Alamo flanking him, and I threw myself into his arms. “Are you okay? What happened?” I pulled back and began to inspect every inch of his body. “You were shot. How bad was it? Are you still bleeding?”
“Baby, I’m okay,” he said, taking my hand and guiding me down the hall and back to his clinic. “I need to check you and the babies.”
“Stop!” I yanked on his hand.
“Liv, get your ass in the clinic before I lose my shit. I need to make sure you don’t have any injuries. You can freak out once I know you’re okay.”
I let him lead me into the room and climbed up onto the exam bed while he turned on lights and set up the ultrasound machine. I pushed the waistband of my jeans down and he squirted gel on my belly, then pressed the wand gently on top, all the while saying nothing. I bit my lip, watching the screen as he moved the wand right, then left, then down, before turning the sound up and letting out a sigh of relief. “Two strong heartbeats,” he said.
“They’re okay?”
“They look fine,” he said, moving the wand a few more times before cleaning me off, and turning off the machine. “Now, let’s check you out. Up,” he directed, and I sat up.
He made me get completely naked and investigated every new bruise and bump, concerned about a laceration by my eye, but it had stopped bleeding ages ago. Willow had put triple antibiotic ointment on it and covered it with a bandage.
“You can get dressed, sweetness,” he said, and I dragged my clothes back on, then forced him to endure my own examination.
“I need to put a stitch in that wound,” I said.
One of the things I’d learned from being with a biker doctor was how to do basic first aid and sew up minor cuts. Since his was a little worse than ‘minor,’ but not something he wanted reported to the cops, I knew he’d need someone to take care of it.
“Staples’ll be fine,” he said.
I nodded, grabbed everything from the supply drawer, and patched him up as quickly as I could because he refused any kind of anesthetic.
“Where’s Milky?” I asked.
Doc shrugged. “He’s here somewhere.”
“Is he okay?”
“Pissed off and ready to kill Linda, but, yeah.”
“She made a mistake,” I said. “I highly doubt she even realized she was telling Bonnie anything confidential.”
“Well, I plan to find out.”
I finished bandaging his wound, and then I was in his arms and completely losing my mind as the shock wore off and I was able to process everything that happened.
“I thought you were dead,” I cried as I gripped his shirt, sobbing into his chest. “And Doom was a total dick. I’m gonna rip his fucking head off.”
“Okay, first, it’s hard to kill me, Liv,” he said. “And second, if Doom had let you back in that building,I’dhave fuckin’ ripped his head off, so you may want to decide if this is the hill you want to die on.”
“Don’t make light of this, Tristan.”
