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“Mr and Mrs Michaelson?”
“Here!” Phoe cried, leaping to her feet.
“Mr Edwards is a successful match. He is perfect. He said to tell you to wish him luck as he’s preparing for surgery now. It’ll be some hours before we have news, but we shall try to keep you updated. It will be between four to six hours to remove part of Mr Edwards’ liver and five days for him to leave the hospital. Mr Edwards is to be on rest for three to four weeks and then can only take part in low-energy tasks.
“Micah will be in surgeryd for around eight hours. Recovery for Micah will be slower. Depending on his recovery time, he’ll be here for a fortnight, and he won’t be able to work as amechanic for six months or more. He can return to design work after a few months, but any strenuous activity is forbidden. Micah will also need anti-rejection medication for life,” the doctor announced.
“I don’t care, just save our son,” Phoe replied as tears streamed quietly down her face.
“He’s in the best hands we’ve got,” the doctor mumbled.
“Can he hold on for six hours?” Drake asked.
“We have him on dialysis for now, and he is stable. The team removing part of Mr Edwards’ liver will then complete the transplant. They’re the best we have in Spearfish, which is why we aren’t currently taking Micah’s liver at the same time Mr Edwards undergoes his operation. Usually, that would be the standard practice. However, Micah is secure. Should that change, we’ll make the decisions. I’d like to get back to my team, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” Drake responded.
“I’ll have a nurse on standby for questions because I understand several of your club are in surgery. Please, can you keep the noise down and stick to the area you’re in already? We may have other emergencies arriving,” the doctor said kindly and took his leave.
Phoe collapsed against Drake, sobbing.
Apache
“We’re commanding Reading Hall as a base. Gonna flood the estate with men. No one will get close,” Apache spoke.
“Whatever,” Drake muttered.
Apache touched Drake’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort and moved away.
“Ace, gather the officers,” Apache ordered.
He nodded, and the Rage Inner Circle joined them one by one.
“Ace, you gotta be Drake’s eyes and ears for now. I’ve taken his phone off him, and you answer it and deal with anything that comes up. Gunner, gather our prospects to ask Hellfire their clothing sizes. Most of Hellfire got shit left apart from what they’re standing in. Axel, organise the prospects and candidates. They’re going on a shopping spree to buy what necessities are needed for Hellfire.
“Texas, contact all other allies, tell them Hellfire is reeling; they come through Ace and no one else. Hellfire needs time. Rage will deal with problems for now. Let each ally know we’ll be using Reading Hall. Fish phone Liz, update her and get maximum security for the Hall. Full motion sensors, infrared cameras, and all the systems Reading Hall have in place get them live. Inform Mrs Ames she has people incoming. The bedrooms and huts need to be stocked and ready for guests.
“Rock, call Hawthorne’s and Juno Group, see if they could send anyone alongside Delta Force. Manny, see if we can get Mrs Ames some help making the rooms up. The woman can’t do it all. Contact the MCs and ask if they could spare prospects to help,” Apache spoke and chewed his lip.
“They’ll need food,” Ace added.
“I’ll call the Hawthorne females,” Apache responded slowly and ignored the horrified looks he received. “Who else we got, brothers? Right. Hawthorne women it is.”
Apache looked up as a man staggered out of the double doors, and Hellfire raced towards him. He recognised the prospect, Slaughter, as Hellfire helped him sit and surrounded him.
“Get a couple of the ladies to bring food and coffee here and see if they can arrange a coffee run every hour. We’re gonna be here a long time,” Ace said, and Apache nodded.
Diesel
Slaughter looked like death warmed up, and he was ignoring the fact he should be in a bed. The fucker like Wraith had discharged himself and was now surrounded by family. Diesel sighed. Three hours had passed since any news of Celt, Fanatic, Clio, Pyro, and Rooster. Diesel was asking for an update when the doctor walked through the double doors. It was the one amputating Rooster’s leg. The boys had arrived a few hours ago and had been told their dad was severely injured. They’d curled into themselves and only spoke to Shee and Chatter.
“Doc?” Diesel urged, approaching him swiftly.
Bear still hadn’t arrived, and Diesel didn’t know what was happening.
“Rooster made it. We had a few complications. Rooster’s heart stopped, and we had to restart it. He’s stable and in recovery. He’ll be in the ICU and moved to a private room when he’s alert.”
“Thank fuck. Roo’s boys are here. Can they see him?”
