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“Come here,” I say, tilting my head toward my woman. “I need another kiss before she gets back.”
Charlie obliges before the door opens, and a nurse and the doctor enter.
They make Charlie get off the bed before looking me over, much to my dismay. Even three feet away is too far right now. The doctor tells me about my heart stopping on the way to the hospital due to severe blood loss, but once I was stabilized, they were able to perform surgery and stop the bleeding… yada yada.
“So, when can I go home?” I ask, ready to get the hell out of here.
“It’s going to be at least a few days, barring any complications,” he replies.
I send him a look that says, ‘yeah, we’ll see about that.’
My brothers are in and out of my room for the next few days, making jokes and trying to make me feel better and make the days go by faster. Charlie stays with me every night, even though she insisted I needed the rest. I told her I’d rest easier with her next to me. I feel bad about her being uncomfortable, but I’m not ready to have her away from me for more than the ten minutes it takes to get a cup of coffee or some food. I’m being a needy little bitch, but ask me if I care.
Ozzy is in the room when Charlie goes on a quick coffee run after giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Where is he?” I ask my president.
Charlie told me what went down at the warehouse, and Jude told me that Jace is still alive, but I didn’t want Charlie around for this conversation.
“We have him at the clubhouse. One of your brother’s guys stitched him up and did some field surgery bullshit, so you’d have a chance to take care of him yourself.”
“Thanks for that.”
Ozzy knows what it means to me to take care of this shit myself. His dad did it for my mom, and I’ll be damned if I’m not the one to send that piece of shit to hell.
“How did the Irish find them so fast?”
“Monaghan was pretty tight-lipped about it,” Ozzy explains, running a hand over his stubble. “Said he had a guy and left it at that. This shit with the Irish and Italians is none of my business, and I’d like to keep it that way. It goes back way before our beef with the Italians.”
The feud involving those two families is sure to bring nothing but trouble. I completely agree with my prez. Best to let sleeping dogs lie—at least for now.
Liam arranges for transport home the next day. The doctors aren’t thrilled with me leaving so early, but they aren’t going to convince me that lying in a hospital bed for the next few days is any better for me than lying in my own bed where my girl can sleep next to me without having to watch out for wires and all that shit.
“Of course, he got you a fucking ambulance,” Ozzy says when he sees the vehicle Liam provided.
A giant man, who is definitely not an EMT, opens the back door to the rig.
“Kingston Bishop.” The man introduces himself and shakes my and Ozzy’s hand.
“You’re the medic?” Ozzy asks.
“That was a long time ago,” is his only reply.
They lay me on the stretcher in the back of the ritziest ambulance I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen many, but I’m sure this is much nicer than the one that brought me here.
I sleep most of the way back to the clubhouse. Thank God since Charlie wasn’t with me. The only time I don’t miss her next to me is if I’m sleeping.
Knox and Ozzy say goodbye to Kingston and help me in my room, with Charlie following behind them.
“Do you need anything?” she asks when my brothers leave the room.
“Yeah.” I hold out a hand to her. “For you to lie down with me.”
She sits on the bed, ready to cuddle up next to me.
“Naked,” I tell her before she lies down.
“Linc, you just got out of the hospital. If you think anything other than sleeping is going to happen, you’re out of your damn mind.”
