“Just call the one with an actual name,” another female voice snapped. Probably the doctor, frustrated as she moved fast, blasting orders, poking my wounds. Annoyed.
Eventually the drugs they gave me kicked in and I couldn’t hear them not-so-silently judge me anymore.
Chapter 16
Savior
I felt like a fucking creeper, at worst, a stalker for sitting outside Mandy’s place waiting for her to come home. But it was past seven and she worked a long day that started at five in the morning. I wasn’t worried and it wasn’t like I had the right to call her up and ask here where in the hell she was. So I leaned against my bike in the guest parking spot beside hers and waited.
And waited. When the clock drew closer to eight I began to worry and decided I would swing by Knead just to be sure. Before I got settled on my bike, the phone rang.
“Yeah?” I barked, pissed it wasn’t Mandy.
“Savior, man, where are you?” Golden Boy’s voice sounded weird and instantly I was on edge.
“I’m at Mandy’s waiting for her to get home. What’s up?”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to pick you up. Now,” he said and ended the call before I could ask any more questions, damn him.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long before he pulled up in Teddy’s Mercedes. When I spotted Teddy in the passenger seat I finally understood what people meant when they said their blood ran cold.
It’d never made much fucking sense before, blood was never cold. It was warm, warmer than you would imagine and when shit got real, it got even hotter. I’d been to war, killed for my government and my club, and never had I been as scared as watching my brother and his pregnant fiancée get out of the car and waddle my way. “What the hell is going on?”
Teddy stepped forward, one hand on my shoulder and the other on her belly. “I just got a call from the hospital. They didn’t say much other than Mandy was hurt very badly and mine was the only number in her phone. That’s all we know but I thought you’d want to know.”
I nodded but my mind was blank and racing too fast to do anything else but bark, “Let’s go!”
I grabbed Teddy’s arm and helped her back into the car before jumping in the backseat while I thought of what “hurt very badly” meant with the shit going on with her friend and those fuckers from the parking lot.
I was ready to kill the motherfuckers.
At the hospital, there was more fucking waiting and no answers. It was nearly ten by the time someone with a stethoscope around his neck came out to update us on Mandy’s condition. His gaze focused on Teddy, who’d been vocal in wanting, no demanding progress.
“Ms. Sutton has a fractured ulna and radius, bruised ribs along with a nasty black eye. Those are the big injuries, but she has quite a few scrapes and bruises all over. The good news is that she’ll recover.”
“And the bad news?” Teddy took a step closer, her gaze focused and intense.
“We don’t know what happened to her,” the doctor said. “She drove herself in that condition, leaving her car in the ambulance area. The nurse has her keys,” he told them and Golden Boy left to move it.
“Can we see her, doctor?” Teddy looked so damn worried I thought she might end up going into labor early.
“I’m sorry miss but she is heavily sedated and probably won’t be awake for hours. We’re going to keep her for at least one night to monitor for concussion. We think she lost consciousness when she sustained her injuries but we’re not sure. That could mean head trauma. If she was knocked out, she doesn’t know for how long and we haven’t been able to keep her awake long enough to get any more details.”
With a polite smile, the doctor walked away.
I couldn’t let that ride, though. I needed more. Not only was I worried as shit but would Ammo kick my ass from here to hell for leaving her without making sure she was okay.
“Hey, Doc!” I caught up with him in the hall and he flashed a worried grin.
“How can I help you, Mister . . .?”
“Call me Vick, please.” Sometimes I forgot how we looked to normal people. “Doc, I’m a family friend of Mandy’s but the problem is she’s lost all her family. I served with her brother and he didn’t make it back after his last tour.”
I ran completely out of steam and my shoulders fell, thinking about how I’d let Ammo down. Let Mandy down.
“Say no more, Vick. I was a combat medic and I get it. Follow me.”
With a grateful smile, I followed him down a long corridor to a small, antiseptic room with too many machines for Mandy’s little body. I ached for her and the pain she must be feeling based on the strain on her face. “Thanks, Doc. I promise to stay out of the way, I just want to be here when she wakes up.”