I shook my head. “Not yet.”
“Made a few calls.” Dekk said. “Seeing if we can get a specialist in here.”
“Appreciate it,” I said with a nod as I reached for a banana.
“He’s going to be fine, I’m sure of it,” Katie said.
“You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” Austin said. “You never know. It’s not good to get your hopes up.”
“Shut up, Austin. What the fuck do you know?” Ripp growled.
“Why do you say he’s gonna be fine, Bug?” Ripp asked.
“I said a prayer, and God gave me a sign,” she said cheerily.
“Can’t argue with that,” Ripp said as he glared at Austin.
“I’m not going argue God with you,” Austin said, waving his hand toward Ripp as he spoke.
“Not a believer?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t really know.”
I glanced toward the entrance of the cafeteria as Otis, Slice and who I assumed was Slice’s girlfriend walked into the cafeteria. I turned to face Austin again.
“I’m not going to argue God, either. And I’m damned sure not going condemn you. But let me ask you this. Why not?” I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Never really had a reason to believe.”
I nodded my head. For me, it wasn’t a difficult thing to believe. All I had to do was look around me. For others, however, it wasn’t always that easy. I said a quick prayer for Austin as Slice, Otis and the girl with them sat at the adjacent table.
Axton cleared his throat, placed his hand on the woman’s shoulder, and stood from his seat.
“Fellas, this is my Ol’ Lady, Avery. Avery, this is Toad’s friend and former Marine commander, A-Train. And the one on his right is Ripp, the man who ran down Toad’s shooter and damned near beat him to death, and the one on the left is Shane Dekkar. Ripp’s sister, Katie, and the other fella is Austin. How’d I do?”
I nodded my head. “Perfect.”
He grinned a shallow grin as he lowered himself into his seat.
“Nice to meet all of you,” Avery said.
“He’s awake! He’s awake!” Someone shouted from the cafeteria entrance.
I spun in my chair toward the screaming. As everyone jumped from their seats, I followed, not knowing for sure who it was who was doing all of the screaming.
“Come on!” Otis shouted as the woman turned away and ran toward the door.
As we all ran for the exit, I glanced toward Austin.
Reason enough?