“Here’s some water. Drink,” Vex spoke quietly to her as Wraith handed her the open bottle.
Vex scowled when she guzzled the liquid so fast she choked. He reached out to adjust the bottle to a lesser angle to slow the flow. “Easy. You’re in a good place. We’ll get more. Tell me your name.”
“Angel.”
“Hi, Angel. I’m Vex. This guy is Razor. He’s our motorcycle club’s doctor. That’s Fury and Wraith. Everyone is leaving except for Razor,” he announced.
Fury and Wraith didn’t need a second hint. They nodded at Angel and headed for the door, then closed it quietly behind them. Razor stepped closer. He waited for her to focus on him.
“I was there as well. At the Ravagers. They’d told me Viper was holding a woman,” Razor told her calmly. “Vex volunteered to search for you. I’m glad to see you’re safe too.”
Angel glanced at Vex and smiled. “Thank you.”
Unsure of what to say, Vex nodded. “I’m glad I was there,” he finally told her.
“Me, too.” Angel took another long drink of water before looking at Razor. “Are you an actual doctor?”
“I am a medical doctor and a psychologist. I’m going to check you today for any medical issues. But I know the mental warfare the Ravagers used on me. If you need help working through any injuries here—” he tapped his brain before continuing, “—I’m glad to help with those as well.”
“I’m…. I’m okay.” She stumbled in reassuring him.
“If that changes,” Razor said, meeting her gaze directly.
“Okay,” Angel whispered.
“Good. What hurts?”
Angel shrugged.
“Everything, huh? I’m going to need to check you for injuries, but we need to get you cleaned up. Let me listen to your heart and lungs to check for the most vital health conditions.”
Razor quickly conducted a brief exam as Vex hovered protectively at her side. Vex wanted to do more but trusted Razor to make sure nothing urgent was amiss with Angel. “You’re alive, free, and hopefully free of anything majorly wrong. If nothing appears when you shower, Vex will help you focus on rest, good nutrition, and recovering.”
He turned to Vex. “Help her under the spray. She’s too off-balance to stand on her own in the stall.”
“I’ll make sure she’s okay,” Vex promised and put his arm around Angel’s waist. When she leaned into his touch, his anger flared back to full force, and he dragged it back under control to avoid scaring her. How could anyone mistreat her?
“Do you need pads or tampons?” Razor asked.
“No. It’s finished. I… I don’t know if this will come out.” She waved a hand at her jeans.
“Those are going into a bonfire,” Vex said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”
“I can pay you back,” Angel said quickly. “Well, when I get in touch with my family.”
“That won’t happen.” When she appeared concerned, Vex added, “The money part. Not the parent part.”
“Would you rather sleep in a nightshirt or a pair of sweats and a T-shirt?” Razor asked.
“Pants,” she blurted.
Vex grabbed his phone and put out a call for small sweatpants. His would tumble off her small frame. She’d wear one of his shirts for now.
“Rest is most important for the next couple of days,” Razor told Vex.
“Got it. I’ll call if there’s anything urgent.” Vex assured him. “Go let Honey see you’re okay.”
Razor turned and hobbled to the door with his medical bag. He stopped to meet Angel’s gaze directly and said, “You’re safer here than you’ve ever been in your life.”
