“What?” Our gazes collide, and when she looks down at the bike seat, I see it. Blood. “Shit!”
My hands roam all around him, checking the vital parts of his body, but I can’t find a fucking thing. Except blood. There’s blood everywhere.
“Psycho, grab me that collar hanging from the stretcher.” He’s on the phone, probably with Mac, but he hears.
Snatching the collar in flight, I quickly wrap it around Grinder’s neck. “Come on, help me lift him.” Hoops and Shade both lift up their brother while I hold his neck still and we place him gently on the gurney. I strap him in and then we’re flying through the double doors again, Parker following behind us.
“Fuck, where is that blood coming from?” Shade mumbles, letting go of the ramp just as two ER docs take over, but I follow.
“I’ll keep you posted!” Parker calls out as we leave both Hoops and Shade in the middle of the E.R. looking distraught and lost. It’s cute but I don’t have time to coddle them.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to need your help.” Parker makes a face like I just stuck her tongue in lime juice.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna work. Sweetheart? No.”
“Duly noted.” Not that it’s an issue, it’s just the common thing around these parts, but I’ll adjust.
“What do you need, Spenny?” Yeah, like that’s any better but…I kinda like it.
“Stay with Boner? When Grinder wakes up he’s gonna need an update and nobody wants a bull in the E.R. looking for his best friend.” She snort laughs and it’s the cutest thing ever.
“Fine. But if there’s anything, I don’t give a fuck what Grinder does, I want you to call my name and I’ll run over here.” She raises a brow at me and it feels a lot like a scolding from an adult.
“I promise.” Then she hugs me, surprising the fuck out of me, but I get over it quickly and squeeze her around the shoulders with my hand at the back of her head. “Fuck, you need to get checked out, too.” I mean, she should be fine but still…I can’t believe she drove the whole way with dried blood stuck to her hair.
“I’m fine. I’d kill for a shower, though, and a big old bag of take-out.” I hand her my phone.
“Order something, they’ll deliver to the front of the hospital.”
“Cool beans.” She takes my phone then hops up on her tippy-toes and kisses my cheek. “You’re all right, Spenny. I kinda love ya.” I grin and shake my head, not having the time to respond before she’s hopping down to station five where they’re working on Boner.
“Got it!” The doctor’s voice gets my attention so I run back behind the closed curtains.
“Oh, good Lord.” To say I wasn’t expecting this view is an understatement.
“Yup, shot in the ass. Haven’t seen that in a while.” I smile at Dr. Rowe and try really hard not to laugh. It would be highly inappropriate, but holy hell, I really want to.
On cue, Grinder wakes up, his body turned to the side, the collar gone and the doc’s face up close and personal with my boyfriend’s ass cheek.
“What the fuck?” So eloquent, he is.
A few minutes later, Parker has apparently hopped back to us, her face peeking through the curtains. No doubt she heard Grinder’s voice and just couldn’t help herself. I know because I feel the exact same way.
“Wow. No lube? Savage.” The doc stops his cleaning, grabbing the pituitary rongeur with his hand while staring at Parker.
“Are you family?” Oh shit. He’s about to kick her out.
“Yes, I’m his wife. Well, fiancée, really. I mean, if we’re being technical, I’m his old lady.”
Dr. Rowe looks up at me and I shrug. What the hell am I supposed to say?
“And so is he.” Well, not that.
“Parker.”
“Spenny?”
“They’re mine, they don’t go anywhere.” Oh good grief, Grinder is chiming in. This is not normal. Not even a little bit. However, I don’t know the definition of normal so, again, I just shrug.
