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“She is bleeding out. We can’t stop it. We need to perform a full hysterectomy, there are too many bleeds and this is the safest option,” the man replied, eyeing Diesel with wariness.
“Give me the forms,” Diesel spoke and reached his hand out. He signed them and moved away. Would someone please give him peace? He didn’t want to be making these decisions. Rooster and Chance would probably blame him for the rest of their lives. Diesel wanted to curl into a ball and cry.
“Get your ass here, Bear! Diesel’s being forced to make life and death situations, and he’s the SAA, not the fuckin’ VP. Diesel is doing your job for you, and I’ll beat you if you ain’t here to remove this burden from him,” Drake growled down the phone.
Diesel watched the traffic outside and wondered how the hell everything could be so calm.
Chance
He walked into the waiting room, and the emotion hit him instantly. Drake held Phoe off to one side. Diesel, the ranking officer, looked fucked, and Shee was pale.
“What’s happening?” Chance demanded.
“What’s going on?” Drake asked. “You got fuckin’ walking wounded. Diesel is making life and death decisions and made a couple of calls he’s beating the shit out of himself for.”
“Update me now.”
“Get to your wife. When you were walkabout, Clio haemorrhaged. Diesel had to decide whether to give her a full hysterectomy or let her bleed out,” Drake stated baldly.
Chance lifted his head and stared at his cousin.
He staggered back, and Shee caught him as his legs collapsed from under him.
“Clio, what? I went with the baby to NICU before hitting the chapel. What’s going on?” Chance sought, feeling like he was about to pass out.
“Drake, sit with Phoe. She needs you. I’ll update Chance,” Ace said, crouching next to him.
“Yeah, do that,” Drake muttered, walking back to Phoe.
“He pissed because I was with Clio?” Chance urged, looking at his cousin as Phoe faded into his side. Drake wrapped his arms tightly around her and dropped a kiss on her head as he watched the double doors that the doctors used.
“No, but shit’s bad. Pyro has a wound in his shoulder. He has muscle and nerve damage. They’re stitching him up and immobilising his arm. Wraith escaped lightly with cuts, bruises, and a slight concussion. Slaughter is having over one hundred stitches for a laceration on his back. He’s got slight damage to his hearing, but it will heal, and he has a mild concussion.
“Chance, take some deep breaths. Rooster’s leg was crushed under the rubble. The surgeon offered Diesel two decisions. One to let him die in pain or to amputate his lower left leg below theknee. Diesel chose to operate. The boys are being brought here on Diesel’s orders, and I make him right. Rooster will wish to put a bullet in his brain. The first thing Rooster must see is his kids, so he knows he’s got a fuckin’ good reason to fight.”
Chance swayed. Fuck, everything they’d come through and some maniac with a bomb takes out his brother. Bile rose in his throat as his brain detached for a few moments. Swallowing hard, Chance reached out and gripped Ace’s shoulder. Ace clenched his hand.
“Celt is in surgery; his arm is broken in four places. It’s being pinned back together. Fucker’s in for a load of pain, but it will heal. Fanatic… Micah… was seriously wounded despite Rooster sacrificing himself. His liver was so damaged… they couldn’t save it. There are two matches, Drake and Klutz. Klutz is going ahead with the transplant because Hellfire and Phoe need him up on his feet.”
“Fuck,” Chance muttered, drawing the word out. Flashes of terror in Fanatic’s eyes hit him hard, and he swayed a second time. His nephew had been right there, and Chance couldn’t reach him. He should have made Fanatic join Rage; this would never have happened there.
“Stop those thoughts. It still would have happened because Hellfire deals with cars, and Fanatic would have been working for you,” Ace said astutely.
Chance nodded, feeling numb.
“After you left with the baby, Clio haemorrhaged. The docs couldn’t find you, and Diesel had to decide to save her life. He is beating himself up, thinking you and Clio will blame him for taking her womb. You need to tell him he’s made the right choices and get that guilt and pressure off him. Drake’s torn Bear a new one. Bear should have been here. Instead, he remained behind to deal with the cops and emergency services. Diesel should have been the one managing that. Give your brothersome absolution before heading back to Clio. And don’t worry about anything else. Rage has Hellfire’s shit,” Ace said softly.
Chance nodded as he got to his feet. His mind was whirling, but all he could see was Diesel avoiding his gaze. Chance walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Diesel. Diesel stiffened, but Chance held him tight.
“Thank you for saving Rooster, my wife, the mother of my babes. And thank you, brother, for stepping up and wearing my boots,” Chance muttered in Diesel’s ear.
Chance heard a choked sob, and Diesel’s hands tightly clutched the back of his cut. Chance held him for a few minutes as Diesel regained control and stepped away.
“Gotta be with Clio and check on the boy. I got a son. You’re the first to know. He’s in NICU and is fighting. Pray for us,” Chance announced and kissed Diesel’s brow before walking away.
Eyes followed him, but Chance didn’t feel blame in their stares, just felt their prayers and best wishes.
Drake
