“They’re still out,” I said.
“And the guys?”
“They were out when we tossed them in the bed of Dice’s truck.”
“All right, I’ll meet you at the clubhouse. Does Dash know?”
“No. I called you first. Do you want me to call him?”
“No, I’ll take care of that. Just get here with the girls.”
“Will do, Prez,” I said and ended the call.
“How did he take it?” Flint asked.
“He was calm, somewhat quiet,” I said. “Very direct and matter-of-fact.”
“Son of a bitch,” Flint breathed.
“Yeah,” I agreed. We both knew it was the calm before the storm.
A few minutes later, my phone rang with Phoenix’s name on the screen. “Hey, Prez,” I answered.
“Change of plans. Take the girls to the hospital. Patch and I will meet you there,” he said.
“Do we need to wait for you?” I asked. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of carrying three unconscious girls into the hospital, especially one I knew nothing about.
“No. Patch will be there before you, and I probably will, too,” he said.
“Okay, Prez. See you soon,” I said and ended the call. “Your dad wants us to take the girls to the hospital,” I told Flint. “He’s going to meet us there with Patch.”
Flint nodded but remained silent as he drove to the hospital. When we arrived, Patch, Gabby, Phoenix, Annabelle, Dash, and Ember were waiting for us outside the Emergency Room.
“Have they woken up?” Patch asked as I got out of the truck.
“No,” I said. “They haven’t moved or made a sound, but they are breathing.”
Phoenix opened the door and scooped Blaze’s limp body into his arms while Dash got Raven, leaving me with the unknown girl.
“Follow me,” Patch said and led us to a section of the ER where beds were lined along the wall, separated by curtains. He pushed back the curtains separating the three beds, so we were essentially in one big room.
I placed the girl in one of the beds and stepped back, suddenly aware that I was shirtless under my cut.
“Do we know what they were given?” Patch asked.
“No,” Flint said. “We don’t really know anything.”
“Actually, Trembly said he thought it might be something blue because his brother was bitching about the wrong color drink mix for their ‘party juice.’”
“You said they called for help. How did they sound?”
“Raven and Blaze were slurring their words before they passed out,” I offered. “I don’t know about the other girl.”
“It sounds like they were given Rohypnol, or something like it, but in this day and age, it could have been a multitude of things,” Patch said.
“Not helpful, Patch,” Annabelle said.
“Right. We’ll put the girls on oxygen, start IV fluids, and give them the reversal agent for opioids. Gabby, can you put those orders in and grab the Narcan?”
