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“I don’t like anything that causes pain, Rage. I’m pretty sure that’s normal behaviour.”
I don’t agree. For me, pain is the thing that tells me I’m still alive and capable of feeling. I need pain to ground me, but I keep this to myself.
The doctor fills a few vials with her blood and then releases the tourniquet before pressing a small square of gauze over the site as the needle is removed. “All done.”
Skye glares at me as she takes over pressing the gauze while the doctor grabs some tape to hold it in place.
“I’d like to do a urine sample as well. Do you think you can pee in this for me?”
He hands her small sample jar.
“Sure.” She takes it from him and glances at me. I don’t know what that look is meant to convey, but she says nothing before walking into the bathroom.
Once the door is shut, the doctor turns to me. There’s a sneer on his lips, and I can tell he wants to say something.
“What?” I demand, not caring about being rude. He’s the one making this a thing.
“I don’t like being ordered around,” he says. “Howler thinks he can snap his fingers any time, day or night.”
I stiffen, wondering if this dickhead has a death wish ‘cause coming at my president is not a smart plan.
“He can. That’s why you’re here.” My voice is stone as I speak, daring him to challenge it further.
“My debt to the Sons—”
“Is between you and Howler. You got a fuckin’ problem with how he’s doing shit, you take that up with him. Right now, you’re here to treat Skye and that’s it.”
His mouth is tight, and I can tell he’s dying to say more. Part of me wants to advise him against it, but the other part—the more sadistic side of my brain—wants him to keep poking the bear.
“Is this baby yours or one of the other men in this club?”
“Ain’t sure why that’s your fuckin’ business,” I fire back.
He shifts his shoulders. “I’m still a doctor. I have a duty of care to those I treat.”
I step up to him, relishing the fact he moves back from me. He’s mouthing off, but he’s still smart enough to have that modicum of fear. “This ain’t a hospital, Doc. There’s no rules here. Your only job is to do what the fuck you’re told.”
Oh yeah, he’s scared, but he’s also a stubborn fuck because he doesn’t back down like he should. He pulls his shoulders back instead, making himself seem bigger. He could be a foot bigger than me and a hundred pounds heavier, I wouldn’t give a shit. I’ll still fight him if he comes at me.
“That young lady needs to be taken care of, and looking at the state she’s in, I don’t believe you’re going to do that.”
My reactions are faster than my brain. I latch my fingers around his throat in a grasp so hard, he gasps as his airway is cut off. Fuck this prick. I get a moment of intense pleasure as fear flashes in his eyes. He should be fucking scared.
“I could snap your neck and not one single person in this building will stop me.” My voice is menacing, just as I intend it to be.
The doctor claws at my hand, trying to loosen my grip as he fails to get air. I force him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress as my hand tightens on this neck. This is a vulnerable position for anyone, and one most people would fight against, but he doesn’t. Like the prey about to be eaten, he goes into some kind of shock and gives up, accepting his fate.
“I don’t know why you think you have any right to interfere with this shit. You do your exam, you make sure she’s got everything she needs, and that’s all.”
“She looks underweight and exhausted, so excuse me for not believing you. What Skye needs is care. I can give her that if you just let me take her with me.”
What the fuck?I squeeze harder on his throat. “Why the fuck would you want to take her?”
“She’s a vulnerable person. I can’t stand by and do nothing. It goes against everything I stand for.”
I increase the pressure on his throat, watching as his face turns red. “You workin’ for someone?”
“N-no.”
