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“Hey, she’s the one who took up nursing as a profession.” Red waited then poked around the area with his finger. Judging by the lack of a hot poker of pain shooting through his thigh, Onyx assumed the man had numbed him properly. Ripping open a few four by fours, he held them under Onyx’s stump then shifted, trying to adjust so he could slice open the wound. “You know this is easier with Roadkill or someone else holding this for me.”
“Someone hold your dick when you piss?” Onyx countered. “What about when you were in a fox hole, somewhere hot and sandy?”
“You really want me to do what I would do there on you?” Red asked, scalpel perilously close to his leg.
“Fine, call Topaz up here.”
“Tope,” he hollered.
The door opened immediately.
“Let me guess, they were all out of spaghetti?” Onyx asked the woman he couldn’t really be mad at for camping outside the door.
“No clue,” she replied and took a stack of gauze from Red as she sat next to him and used her other hand to stroke his thigh under the pillow.
“Does your Ol’ Lady do what you tell her?” Onyx asked.
“Don’t ask shit like that when I’m holding a blade,” he said angling it away as he laughed. “Jesus man, would you want a woman like that?”
“You just called me your Ol’ Lady in front of Red,” she said softly as her hand stilled.
“Doctor patient confidentiality,” Red said then sliced through the film of his ulcer, draining the fluid.
A smell of rancid meat and metals wafted up and Onyx tried to breathe through his mouth instead of his nose. Topaz didn’t faulter a moment. In a way, he knew she’d seen worse.
“Well, that answers my final question,” Red said as he cleaned out the wound, removing any dead tissue, then adding another antibiotic to the skin, this time before covering the wound. “He can stay with you then?”
“Of course.” Topaz beamed, then glanced toward her closet. “But we’re gonna need a few things from Hollywood’s. Then again, keeping you naked does make you stay in my room.”
“You want me stir crazy? I’ll end up in one of your school girl outfits getting shit tucked in my skirt as the men downstairs ask if it’s true about Scottish men and their kilts.”
“I have one that isn’t plaid,” she offered with a quirked brow. “But really we need clothes, a shower chair, and some soap that doesn’t smell of strawberries.”
“I’m kinda liking the strawberries,” Onyx said as the pillow rose a bit and the two shared a knowing look.
“Yeah, way too much fucking info on that.” Red packed up his bag. “It’s just for a few days. Your new sleeve is in the clinic. I’ll have Hollywood get your shit together and bring it out here. You good with one of us riding your bike out here? It’s still downtown by the bar.”
“I could drive it,” Topaz said then quickly caught the gaff. “Never mind. Why don’t you just have Baldy load it up on the flatbed and bring it out, that way they can put his shower chair in the cab of his truck.”
“That’s why we all need Ol’ Ladies, they’re smarter than us.” Red stood, stripping off his gloves and then turned to Topaz. “It’s simple wound care, give it a few hours. When you can let it air out. Later, I want a full debrief from you two on what happened.”
“K,” Topaz said with a nod as she gathered a few items of clothes, including Onyx’s. “I’m gonna wash what we have and get some food for us.”
When she left, Red turned to him. “She really yours?”
“Yeah, God help me, I think I love that woman.”
“Fuck man, we’re gonna be a sorry group of bikers, all loved up.”
“And having babies,” he said running his hand over his face.
“It wasn’t just when you got home, was it?” Red asked.
Onyx shook his head.
“I wouldn’t worry too much.”
Onyx stared at him. “Is that your nice way of saying—”
“I’m not saying anything,” Red said as he stepped out of the room, but stood in the doorway. “Doctor- patient… you know the drill.”
Onyx nodded. “She is a good woman though, isn’t she?” It wasn’t really a question, more a statement of a fact.
“They don’t tend to stay here if they aren’t.”
