The doctor nodded once.“McKayla?”
“Yes.”
The entire club stood behind me almost automatically.
The doctor looked mildly startled seeing what appeared to be half a motorcycle gang looming behind me, but thankfully didn’t comment on it.“She made it through surgery.”
The breath punched out of me so hard my knees nearly buckled.
Push’s hand immediately landed on my lower back.
The doctor continued talking while my brain scrambled to catch up.“Your sister had significant internal injuries.We found a laceration to her spleen causing internal bleeding, likely from blunt force trauma.”He glanced down at the chart in his hands.“There were also signs of prolonged dehydration, malnutrition, bruising, and restraint injuries on her wrists and ankles.”
My stomach rolled violently.
Oh God.
“She lost a lot of blood,” he continued, “but we were able to repair the damage surgically.The next twenty-four hours are important, but right now…” He gave me a small reassuring nod.“We expect her to recover.”
Recover.
Recover.
The word hit me like a freight train.
A sound tore out of me before I could stop it.A loud, emotional whoop that echoed through the waiting room.“Oh my God!”
Before I even realized I was moving, I threw myself at Push.
He caught me instantly and his arms wrapped around me hard enough to make me feel anchored to the damn earth while relief crashed through me so violently I started laughing and crying at the same time.
“She’s okay,” I choked out.
Push actually smiled this time.Full and real and devastatingly gorgeous.“Yeah, baby,” he said roughly.“She’s okay.”
Then he kissed me.His hands locked around my waist and he spun me once off the ground while I laughed breathlessly against his mouth.
When he set me back down, he kissed me again slower this time, his forehead pressing briefly against mine.
Behind us, Piney made gagging noises.
Pearl laughed loudly.
Anchor muttered, “For fuck’s sake.”
I wiped at my face, still half crying and half laughing.“She’s okay,” I whispered again.
Push brushed his thumb beneath my eye.“Told you she was in good hands.”
Before I could answer, another voice suddenly echoed through the waiting room.
“What the hell have I missed?”
Every head snapped toward the hallway entrance.
Bob sat in a wheelchair, looking pale as death but very much alive, while Skull stood behind him, gripping the handles.
The entire waiting room froze.
