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"She's made some progress," the doctor starts off with a hopeful tone. "Earlier this week she started breathing on her own, which is a very good sign."
My mouth gapes open in surprise and tears well behind my eyes. Could this mean what I think it means?
I want her to wake up so badly. No one knows how badly I need my friend.
The doctor continues, oblivious to how her response is affecting me. "I want to tell you Meghan's going to wake up soon, but I can't. Meghan came in with trauma to the head, and in some cases it takes a while for the body to heal. She had brain activity, and her brain activity hasn't faltered. However, she couldn't breathe on her own. Now she can, and this improvement is a positive one, so we'll celebrate her success."
I make my way over to Meghan and grab her hand, gnawing on my bottom lip. I return my gaze to the doctor. "I just really, really want her to wake up. I miss talking to her."
Life doesn't feel the same without her. That's the God's honest truth.
"I can only imagine. We're going to do whatever we can to help her wake up, but in the meantime, keep coming to see her. It's good for Meghan to have people who love her here, and talk to her—nothing is stopping you from talking to her."
Furrowing my brows, I turn and face the doctor. "Can she hear what I say to her?"
The doctor nods with compassion crossing her face. "I like to think so. Over the years I've noticed patients like Meghan, who have loved ones come here and talk to them, or who even have music playing in the background, tend to show signs of improvement. It's possible there are triggered auditory responses, or even responses to auditory stimuli."
I only understand half of what she said, but I get the point. Talking to Meghan will only help her.
I always viewed this hospital room as sterile and cold. Now it suddenly seems more lively as I imagine the possibility of my friend waking up.
If coming here and talking to her will help, I'm going to do it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ivar
"So, do you understand why—" My words are cut off as a repeated ringing comes from Runes' computer.
I pause and Runes clears his throat, "It's Boss, I'm going to answer it."
Boss, the president for the Iron Vex MC's New York City charter.
"Hey," Runes says as soon as he clicks the accept button.
The light for his webcam is on and he's staring right into the computer.
"Hey there. Is now a good time? I have some information you might want to hear." Boss asks urgently.
"Now is as good a time as any. What do you have for me?" Runes' voice is tense with anticipation.
Boss clears her throat before divulging anything, "I looked into the Culebra cartel like you asked. I have some intel for you. But, why exactly are you asking for my help?"
The weight of her question hangs in the air and I wonder if Runes is going to tell her anything.
He licks his lips, "We used to do business with the former leader, Roque, before we knew he was involved in childtrafficking. At that point, we nixed the partnership between him and the club."
"But? There's something you're not telling me." Boss presses Runes for more.
Runes looks over at me for a moment, his brows furrowing as I imagine he's debating how much he should tell her.
"There's no 'but' in this scenario. We went to Cuba on a mission to kill Roque for lying to us, among various other reasons. Not too long ago the captain who sailed us there was killed. His head was sent to the clubhouse."
Boss' voice cracks through the computer speaker.
I position myself so I can see her face on the computer screen. Her expression mirrors the shock in her voice.
"Well, it sounds like you guys are in a bit of a pickle."
