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“Keep him there, Griz,” Kate said, dropping to her knees next to them. “Don’t move, Boomer. Don’t move.”
“No no, I’m… I’m good… I…” Boomer said, blinking rapidly.
Becca was frozen, watching in horror as Kate applied pressure to the wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Griz kept saying his dad’s name, over and over, and Boomer kept insisting he was fine, but the words became more and more quiet and garbled until he stopped speaking entirely.
15
It had only been hours, but it felt like days.
Days and days piled on end, stretching out forever, never ending. Griz couldn’t stop pacing back and forth across the width of the hospital corridor, waiting, waiting, for any kind of news about his father’s condition, never getting any.
He checked the time. Hours, only, then, and not days. But long enough that everyone else with him had started wandering off to look around for something to do as they all waited for news.
Kate and Becca had disappeared to try to find a doctor that might give them any scrap of information to keep them all from going crazy. Devil had lasted all of thirty minutes before he started roaming the halls, getting kicked out of one section of the hospital after another as he poked his nose into different places it didn’t belong.
Only Wyatt was still here with him. Only Wyatt would understand where he was at, seeing as how Griz’s dad was a dad to Wyatt as well.
They’d taken Wyatt in as a young boy when his parents became out of the picture. Boomer had raised Wyatt as his own son, and Griz had always thought of him as a brother, not just in the way that they said it around the MC, but as a blood relative.
So Griz knew that Wyatt was just as worried as him. And somehow, with misery loving company, that made it a little better, having someone nearby that Griz knew was in as much distress as he was.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor, pacing like that, Griz,” Wyatt said.
“I can’t stop,” Griz said. “If I stop, I’ll lose my mind.”
“Yeah,” Wyatt said. “Part of me is dying for something to take my mind off of it, and the other part feels like if I did that, that I would be disloyal to Boomer by not constantly worrying about him.”
“Exactly,” Griz said.
“Well, Devil’s back,” Wyatt said. “And headed straight over to Nikki.”
“Who?”
“The receptionist,” Wyatt said. “Her name is Nikki.”
“She looks familiar.”
“Yeah, she was here that night we made a spectacle of ourselves a while back, when we were helping Kate out with her boss.”
“Oh, yeah,” Griz said. “I remember that now.”
“I remember you dropped trou and let the monster dangle out of your pants for all to see,” Wyatt said.
Griz shrugged. “You said we needed to make an impression.”
“True, but damn,” Wyatt said. “It was right over there, you waddling along with your pants around your ankles and that donkey dick of yours flapping around like a wild elephant trunk.”
Griz started to smile, and then smirk. Wyatt did as well, and it started to feed off of itself, and soon both of the men were giggling like schoolboys, as much to burn off their anxiety than out of real mirth.
“As I remember, Devil was trying to hit on the same receptionist that night,” Griz said.
“Yeah. Let’s keep it down. I want to listen in on him trying to throw down some game,” Wyatt said.
Griz figured it was as good a way to kill some time as any. If he kept pacing and worrying, Wyatt was right, he would either wear a hole in the floor or go completely insane.
So instead, he watched as Devil walked his wiry frame over to the receptionist’s desk, rubbing at his shaved head with one hand as he smiled slyly at Nikki, the woman sitting there.
“Oh, look, it’s Miss Puerto Rico 2020,” Devil said.
