“Only from your questions.”
That got me a flat look.From outside the ambulance, I heard Wheels laugh.
The paramedic checked my shoulder and side, pressing in a few spots that were already starting to bruise from me hitting the pavement like a sack of hammers.
“You’re gonna be sore,” he said.
“No shit.”
He ignored that.“A few bumps and bruises.Nothing feels broken.No obvious signs of a concussion, but if you start getting headaches, nausea, confusion, any of that, go get checked out.”
“I’m not going to the hospital.”
He held up both hands.“I didn’t say you had to.I’m just saying you’re fine for now.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I stood up, ducked out of the ambulance, and stepped back onto the street.
Twister and Wheels were still there, both of them standing off to the side like two very irritated gargoyles in cuts.Twister took one look at me and nodded once.
Wheels grinned.“That was excitement we didn’t need today.”
Twister scoffed.“The past few weeks have been excitement we didn’t need.”
“And we didn’t do a damn thing for all this shit to come at us,” Wheels complained.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I rolled my shoulder, testing the ache.“All we wanted was a place to call home and somewhere we could charge people to smash shit.”
Twister smirked.“Well, we got the home, but instead we got some lunatics trying to smash us.”
“Hell of a game we didn’t sign up for,” I muttered.
Twister slapped me on the shoulder.Hard.
I winced and shot him a look.
He grinned wider.
“Now you and Britta have matching injuries,” Wheels joked.
I rubbed at my shoulder.“Yeah, hers is a little more serious than mine.”
Wheels’ expression sobered some.“What the hell were you doing out here by yourself?”
I looked past them toward my bike still sitting where I’d almost mounted it.“I was headed to the clubhouse.Tyson, Britta’s brother, came over and said he could keep an eye on her.”
That got a look.
Not from one of them, but from both.
Twister and Wheels exchanged one of those silent brother glances that meant they were having a whole conversation, and I was only hearing the ugly part of it.
“Anyone else know what you were up to?”Twister asked.
I shook my head.“No.It wasn’t planned at all.”
“Not by you and Britta,” Wheels said.
