Razor chuckled. “In the past five minutes, you mean?”
“Alright,” I said, conceding that maybe I was being a little too paranoid.
“Her doctor is in there with her now,” he said, motioning to the door.
“That’s impossible, I just spoke to her down the hall,” I said.
“Must be one of her other doctors then. A dude.”
“She only has one doctor,” I said, grabbing the door handle, the roses hitting the floor as I rushed inside.
I pushed the door open to find Maisie unconscious in her bed, and a man in a doctor’s coat preparing to inject a syringe full of something into her IV line. As soon as he saw us, he stopped. “Uh, I’m sorry, gentlemen. I’m almost done in here. If you could just wait a few mom—”
“Get him!” I growled and Razor practically performed a flying tackle over Maisie’s hospital bed, sending the “doctor” and the syringe to the floor. Razor then kept him pinned down while I made sure Maisie was alright.
“Baby, wake up,” I said, quickly removing theIV line from her arm. The open vein pumping out blood as I did. I pressed on her hand as hard as I could in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Maisie winced in pain, before finally opening her eyes. “Hatch?”
“Oh, thank God. Baby, are you okay? Do you feel alright?”
“I’m really thirsty,” she replied, and I’d never been so happy to hear her voice.
“I’ll get you some water. Just hold on one second,” I said, before kissing her hand, continuing to hold pressure.
Having heard the commotion, a nurse rushed into the room.
“Jesus, Hatch, what the hell?”
“Fuck, Brynn, thank god.”
Brynn was Harm’s woman and one of ours, which meant, she’d know exactly what to do. “Caught this asshole puttin’ something in her IV. I had to rip the needle out of her hand.”
“What was it?” she asked as she taped up Maisie’s hand to stop the bleeding.
“It’s only vitamin B. I’m a doctor,” the imposter whined from the floor.
“You recognize this guy?” I asked her.
Brynn shook her head. “He’d have credentials. A badge pinned to him if he worked here.”
Razor patted him down and shook his head. “Nothin’.”
“Hold on just a minute,” I said, picking up thesyringe up off the floor.
“I don’t have my phone,” she said. “I can head to the nurse’s desk and can call security… or, you know,” she tapped her necklace, “call Harm and the troops.”
She meant using her panic button.
I shook my head. “We’ll do that when we’re done with him, but right now I need you to guard the door.”
“Right. I really need to get Maisie an IV set up,” she pointed out.
I slid my phone out of my pocket and scrolled to Harm’s name, pushing the call button. “Your man.”
She took the phone and put it to her ear.
“Ah, no, baby, it’s me.” She nodded. “We have a situation. Yes, a man attacked Maisie, and we need you to gather a few guys and bring them down.” She frowned. “Hello?” Shaking her head, she handed me back my phone. “He didn’t even say goodbye.”
