Three holes.
Three holes mar her magnificent skin. One in the right shoulder, one in the right arm, and one in the stomach. I check her neck with my trembling cold fingers and can’t find anything.
“Sir, we need you to step aside,” a paramedic demands and pushes me out of the way. I don’t know how they got down here this fast but am grateful for their quick work.
As they get to work on her, I watch with uncertainty. They’re packing her bullet holes with gauze and trying to shove IVs in her arms.
“What’s her name?” A paramedic asks the group of us who are standing around helpless as they start to load my woman up in the back of the ambulance, once we helped get her up the bank and on the road. I jump in grabbing her hand, sitting beside her.
“Raegan…” I try to speak past the lump in my throat. “Raegan.”
The paramedic nods and goes back to helping her partner. They place a cup over Raegen’s nose and mouth and the lady starts to squeeze the bag every few seconds.
The ride to the hospital was long, and I made sure not to let go of Raegan’s cold hand the entire trip. I phone Melissa and find that she’s working tonight and she’ll meet us down in the ER with a team waiting for our arrival.
When the back of the ambulance opens, there are multiple doctors and nurses waiting to take over for the paramedics. I’m shoved out of the way as they rush Raegan through the doors of the hospital. It isn’t long before another ambulance pulls in and Sutton is rushed past me with a set of people working on her. I see Havoc ghostly pale walking after the gurney, but is stopped by a worker expressing that he can’t come in. We’re instructed to go to the waiting room and someone will give us an update shortly.
I plant my dripping wet ass down in the plastic chairs and wait. The smell of disinfectant fills my nose. It brings back the memories of when my mom died, I was helpless then and I’m even more helpless now. How could I ever think that bringing her into this lifestyle would be a good thing? This is why you don’t settle down. We have enemies who’ll try to find your weakness and use that against you. And they’ve finally found mine.
The doors to the waiting room open and the rest of my brothers file in. Chains hands me and Havoc fresh clothes with our cuts. Blindly, we walk over to the restrooms and change, not speaking a word to anyone. We walk back out and see the room has cleared out, everyone except our club.
The sight of Hawk reminds me of something, I go over to him.
“Find Trick. I want answers, now!” I demand.
He clears his throat then shifts on his feet as he tries to keep eye contact.
“Umm, Trick’s already here,” he says and I turn to view around the room expecting to see him. “Umm, he’s here in the hospital.” I give him a look that tells him to continue.
“Okay? Where the fuck is he then?”
“In the morgue. Reaper found him in the front seat of the car.” What? “He was full of bullets and had a knife in his stomach, and the back of head was pretty much blown off.”
“Shit!”
The door opens again and thinking that it’s a doctor we all turn and are met with Turner and a few of his officers.
Just what I don’t need right now.
“Sorry to bother you guys, I know this is a touchy time, but I’m gonna need to get a statement,” Turner asserts. As if my brothers know me so well, they stand and block me from going over there and knocking him on his ass.
“We don’t know anything, chief. We just happened to show up right before the ambulance did,” Brass answers.
Did we call for the ambulance or did someone else?
He nods then motions for his officers to follow him out of the room. He knows that we’ll be handling this situation in-house and not letting the police have a chance of screwing this up.
“Stone?” I hear my name and see Melissa come out with her blue scrubs on. They’re marred with stains of blood and my knees wobble knowing that it belongs to Raegan.
My heartrate picks up and I’m waiting to be told the worse. She comes and stands right in front of me grabbing my hands. My brothers circle to hear what she has to tell me.
“Just say it, Melissa.” I bore into her sympathetic eyes.
“She’s lost a lot of blood, two of the three bullets are through and through, but one was lodged in the stomach cavity. She was hypothermic when she came in, and we think she might have some kind of head trauma from hitting the steering wheel. We won’t know the extent of the damage until she’s awake.”
The air leaves my lungs and Melissa tightens her hold on my hands trying to ground me.
“She’s finally stable enough for us to remove the bullet in the stomach so she’s being prepped for surgery now. If she can survive the surgery then she has a good chance of making it, head trauma withstanding.”
