A few of the guys spring into action as Doc looks down at Cash.
“Fuckin’ head wounds are the worst. I won’t be able to tell how bad it is until I can get it to stop bleeding and see how deep it is. We need to get him to a hospital immediately.”
Maverick comes running over with some clean towels and Doc applies pressure.
“Call Mickey, have him bring the van; we’ll use it for clean up later,” I tell him. Thankful as fuck that the warehouse is in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere.
Maverick is immediately on the phone calling Mickey, and I hope he’ll be fast enough to get here in time.
My breaths are heavy as I place my hands on my knees and vomit on the ground. I use the back of my hand to wipe my mouth as I pull my shit together. I can’t look at Cash right now, I just fuckin’ can’t.
Instead, I turn around while Maverick, Axel, and Doc help him.
“What’s the body count?” I pant out in demand to Heath.
“Seven dead. Atlas, Smiley, Davidson, Pipes, Boomerang, Sasquatch, and Hugh,” he rattles off.
Hugh was on our side, but as far as numbers are concerned, it could have been so much fuckin’ worse. Cash might be added to that count, though, and I don’t know if Lily will survive it.
“Don’t lift your fuckin’ hand, hear me,” Doc yells at someone, but I don’t turn around to see who.
I only let out a sigh of relief when Mickey drives like a bat out of hell towards us. We had him and the van stashed with the sole purpose of helping us dispose of my father’s body, but shit just got so much more complicated. Atlas was supposed to be with him, and as much as I want to trust Mickey, I’m not sure if I can yet.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts as he backs the van up, getting as close to Cash as possible.
I finally have to turn and deal with the matter at hand as it takes nearly all of us to lift the weight of him into the van. He moans, and I take that as a good sign while we get his body precariously situated in the back. Axel is the one holding the towel against his head as he glares down at his pack mate.
“You better not fuckin’ die, it’ll kill her,” he grumbles.
I feel like I’m going to have a fuckin’ heart attack, but I keep it together as Mickey drives recklessly to the hospital. We left the other guys behind to start sorting through the shit at the warehouse.
This is my worst nightmare.
“You stay with him. We’re all covered in blood and shit. We can’t take the cops on right now,” Doc tells Axel.
“Everyone, take your cuts off,” I order them.
I hold the towel against Cash’s head while Axel removes his cut. Doc takes a switchblade out and cuts Cash’s cut off from the shoulder seams.
“Fuck, he’s lost so much fuckin’ blood,” Axel comments.
“I don’t think it’s deep. Head wounds are cunts,” Doc says.
Mickey pulls up to the emergency bay, and we get out of the van while medical staff bring out a gurney.
It feels so fuckin’ wrong leaving him there with Axel. But it has to be done. We can’t all stay. There’s clean up, there are Omegas who need to get home, and Lily waiting on us.
The weight of the world is on my shoulders, and I don’t know if I’ll fuckin’ survive its crushing weight.
I hate feeling useless,so instead of sitting on the couch and going into a complete spiral about my guys, I decide to cook dinner.
I’ve never cooked this much pasta in my life, but it’s the only thing we had enough of to feed this many people.
“Do you need help?” a soft voice asks me.
“Sure,” I smile back at her. It’s the quiet blonde that was next to Ink earlier. “I’m Lily.”
“Quinn,” she says her name shyly.
