Belle tutted at my medicine, but thankfully spared me the lecture. She was currently hooking me up to anew IV bag, despite me telling her Iwas going to pull it out as soon as she left the room. Ididn’tneed fluids, Ineeded to be out of that bed and out there protecting my club.
“Nothing yet, but something will come up,” Rider said, his gaze on the bottles of pain meds lined up on the shelf next to me.
“Still no sign of Jolie?” Ipressed, annoyed that Iwas getting bullshit answers from him.
Rider shook his head, his intense gaze watching Belle count out several bottles of painkillers and antibiotics for me.
I’dalready decided that Iwas going to flush the painkillers as soon as Icould get out of bed. I’drather live with the pain as areminder of what I’dbeen through than get hooked on those things. Rider was fucked up after what happened with his arm, and we were all beginning to realize that his desire for meds was becoming areal issue that we needed to deals with, and soon. There was no way Iwas ending up the same as him.
Rider tore his gaze from the bottles and looked at me, his expression full of guilt and sadness when he realized Iknew the real reason he was in there with me, and that it wasn’tto keep me company.
He cleared his throat and swiped ahand down his beard. “They’re looking for her, but she’sgone dark; no one’sseen her since you.” He shrugged feebly and Islammed my fist into the bed in annoyance.
“She can’thave just up and vanished, for Christ'ssake!” Isnapped. If Icould just get up, I’dhave found her myself in no time.
“All right, calm down” Belle said, bringing both of our attention to her. “That’snot going to help you heal.”
Iscowled at her and she raised an eyebrow, daring me to continue, until Ibacked down.
“This bag will need to be changed when it’sempty. I’ve left several more in the fridge, but I’ll be back tomorrow to check on the stitches regardless. Now, no moving, no lifting, no drinking,” she said, eyeing the glass of whiskey in my hand. “And you really need acatheter fitting.”
“Fuck no,” Igrunted. “You’re not sticking anything up my cock. Fuck that and fuck you.”
Rider chuckled and Belle shook her head, agrin slipping across her face.
“It will eliminate the need for moving unless absolutely necessary,” she continued, and Iglared even harder. “All right, Ican’tforce you. I’ll be back tomorrow after my shift at the hospital. Until then, follow my orders and stay still. You’ve had alot of damage done, and I’mdoing my best to save…”
Inarrowed my eyes and she stopped talking. “Shooter will pay you on your way out, now fuck off.”
Rider looked between the two of us before placing ahand on her arm. “Ignore him, he doesn’tmean it.”
“Don’tI?” Isnapped.
“Not unless you want Beast to pay you avisit for speaking to his woman like that,” Rider said with arise of his eyebrow.
“Whatever, just…” She sighed. “Whatever. You boys always do whatever you want to do. You never listen.” With aheavy sigh, she turned and left.
Rider was sitting on achair at the edge of my bed, and he leaned over and put his head in his hands as the door clicked shut.
“You okay?” Iasked.
“Just aheadache,” he replied. He looked up. “Mind if Itake apill or two for it?”
Ishook my head no, because it wasn’tmy place to tell agrown man what he could and couldn’ttake, but Iknew it was wrong all the same. Rider stood up and picked up abottle and then looked around.
“I’ll just go grab some water,” he said, already heading for the door. Iwatched him, hating what he was becoming. When he got to the door, he at least had the nerve to look guilty about it. “I’ll send in one of the girls to keep you company.” He winked and forced asmile and left.
Isat in the quiet wondering why the fuck I’djust let him get away with that—taking my meds—and decided right there and then that I’dbring it to Shooter as soon as Isaw him. Brother had fallen and he needed picking back up before he got stuck in that hole for life. There was still time. Ihoped.
The door creaked open and Ilooked over, seeing Devlin coming in. She smiled and waved as she clicked the door closed behind her. Devlin was abeautiful girl, and Ihad no clue what the fuck she was doing in aplace like this. She could have been amodel or some shit, but no; instead she was aclub whore. That was the life she chose for herself, and it was not my place to judge that decision.
“Hey, baby,” she said as she came closer. “Rider said you might like some company.” She winked and sat on the edge of the bed, her hand already going to the covers that covered my waist. Her baby pink painted nails pulled the sheet back, her hand rubbing over my flaccid cock with hesitation.
As my cock began to come to life, Ibreathed deeply and leaned my head back against the wall.
“You doing okay?” she asked, slipping her hand inside my boxers and gripping me in her soft palm.
“Iam now,” Igrunted as she began pulling on my length slowly. Each finger wrapped around me, holding me tight in her grip.
