He grins before he starts chuckling. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Miss Anders, but something tells me it will all work out.”
I tilt my head and study the guy. “You’re a little odd.”
“Thanks. It’s one of my better qualities.” He leans in closer. “Barring any complications, she’ll be discharged next week. While I can’t share her medical history with you, I can tell you she’s going to need help.”
My brain starts running through what that would entail when the doctor’s name is called.
“Excuse me,” he says before walking away.
I pull out my cell phone and head outside to make a call. Midas answers after a couple of rings. “How is she?”
“Doctors won’t tell me shit, and she still won’t let me in.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that’s stopped you?”
I sigh and sit on the bench. “I sneak in and see her when she’s asleep,” I admit, feeling like a creeper.
“And?”
“She looks like shit, Midas. The list of injuries is endless.”
“But she’s alive.”
“Yeah.” My mind flashes to her wrists and the scars there. I’m not a fool. I know precisely what those scars mean, and every time I see them, it feels like a knife to the gut.
“What do you need?”
“To get my place ready for her to stay. She needs help, and we both know she won’t take it from me unless I leave her no choice.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“No, I just don’t care. She was willing to die for Legs, Midas. Why would she do that?”
“She loves her.” Midas sighs, and I’m surprised he admitted it. All along, he had his suspicion about Del using Legs to get close to the club for revenge or something else equally as sinister. But I just don’t see it, not after all this time. And then she fought Midas for a fucking grenade. I know she didn’t do it for him. She owes us less than nothing. But the fact thatshe’d give her life for Legs’s happiness has swayed a lot of us, especially given how we treated her all those years ago.
“What about her family?”
“Her brother works on an oil rig, so he’s away for large chunks of the year. He was here last time she was in the hospital, so I don’t see him getting time off again anytime soon. Her dad hasn’t been by, which isn’t unusual. Ike loves his daughter, but he’s not altogether with it enough to remember he has one half the time.”
“Alzheimer’s?”
“Not as far as I know. She used to say he was like an absent-minded professor, brilliant and focused, but also forgetful to the point of neglectful. It only got worse when his wife died because she at least knew how to keep him reined in.”
“So she’s effectively alone?”
“Yeah.”
“Could hire a nurse. She’d probably prefer it.”
“I don’t trust a stranger around her while she’s vulnerable.”
“It’s not much different than her being in the hospital.”
“It’s very different and you know it.”
He curses before he lowers his voice. “My woman loves her, considers her our kid’s aunt. If you hurt her or make her run, Legs will gut you while you sleep.”
“I’m not going to fucking hurt her,” I snarl.
