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I can't handle it. I won't let them see me this way. As much as I need to feel them beside me, I won't do that to them. "I don't want to see them!" I roar as the pain from all the abuse my body had taken starts to take over.

Prez's voices booms above the chaos. "Has anyone heard from Rigg's and his men since we left them to wait for his prospects to pick them up?" he questions no one in particular.

"Still waiting on his men, Prez," Reid calls out.

"Keep me informed. I want to know the minute him, and his men arrive," Prez orders.

"Get him on the bed. I need to start getting fluids in him," Doc starts barking orders. Logan and Gabriel set me down, and Logan immediately picks up a foot and begins removing my boot.

"Quinn, I have to remove your clothes and clean you up before I can access your injuries," Doc informs me as he starts cutting clothes away with a pair of scissors. "I'm gonna give you something to relax you before taking care of everything else."

Thank fuck. I don't say the words out loud, but I won't fight him on it.

"Do you have any idea what they were giving you?" Doc examines the inflamed sores on my arms where they injected me.

I grit my teeth the moment he picks my hands up. Looking down at them, I realize the needles are still embedded under my nail beds.

"I need to sanitize them and sedate you before removing them, Quinn. I'm sorry, brother." He wraps a blood pressure cuff around my arm before placing an oxygen tube up my nose.

Damn. Does he think all this is necessary? He must have read my thoughts because he answers them.

"You have possible cracked ribs along with a broken nose. You've been like this for a few days, Quinn. Which means you haven't been able to get enough oxygen in your system. I also need to keep tabs on your blood pressure because judging by the leg wound there," he darts his eyes down towards my thigh, "you have an infection. Sepsis is something we need to be concerned with as well. I need to keep a close eye on all your vitals for a few days," Doc clarifies as he cleans my stab wound.

"Do what you gotta do, brother," I say to him eager to feel no pain. Giving an understanding look, he finishes hooking me to the IV and administers a couple of syringes of medicine.

I happen to glance over at Jake. His body is tense, and his face etched with a mixture of anger and relief.

"Prez," my voice cracks because my throat is so dry.

Coming to stand beside the bed, he peers down at me. Damn, he looks exhausted. Logan stands at the foot of the bed looking on. Gabriel has pulled a chair up beside the bed, his anger very visible as he watches Doc do his thing.

Gratitude is what I'm feeling more than anything right now. From the weary looks on all their faces, I know they have been going nonstop, night and day trying to bring me home. I'm so fuckin' proud to call them my brothers. Looking back at Prez I stress, "don't let them see me like this."

He gives me a look respecting my decision and gives me a firm nod. "I'll go talk with them," then leaves the room.

It doesn't take long before the medicine Doc has given me to take effect and I begin to feel a little drowsy. Doc starts swabbing my fingertips with the feel of something wet. I don't look. I just lay there and stare at the ceiling. By the time he pulls the first needle out of my finger, I feel nothing but a light sting. Eventually, the sounds of each needle pinging one by one as he drops them into a metal bowl slowly fades into the background.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Emerson

Blinking my eyes open, my gaze lands on the green glowing numbers of the alarm clock on the table beside the bed that reads 4:37 a.m. For a moment, I forget where I am and what kind of hell my life has been the past seven days. But in a blink of an eye, it all comes rushing back. Working at the hospital, the kid who was assaulted being brought in, finding out Quinn was taken, the club being on lockdown, my brother showing up, and then members of the Louisiana chapter arriving. My head is spinning, and I'm angry. Angry because nobody has given me any answers.

Rolling out of bed, I go to make my way across the room to the bathroom when I hear a commotion in the hall. It sounds like people arguing. When I open the bedroom door Vicky's voice is the first I hear. "I want to know what the hell is going on. Have they found my son?" With my heart feeling like it's about to beat out of my chest, I rush down the hallway toward Vicky who is in a standoff with one of Demetri's men. The man who is currently blocking the stairs exit. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't have the details. I'm just doing what I was told," he says in a heavy Russian accent.

"What's going on here?" I ask coming up behind Quinn's mom.

"Something is going on downstairs, and this brute won't let me pass."

Turning my attention to the man, I ask, "What's your name?"

"My name is Alexei, ma'am."

"Well Alexei, is there a reason why we are not allowed to go downstairs?"

"I was told by my boss to come upstairs and make sure nobody came down."

"Your boss is an overbearing, controlling asshole," Glory remarks dryly. When I look over my shoulder, I see she is not alone. Our little spat has woken not only Glory but Bella, Alba, Grace, and a very pregnant Mila.