“Hey, Brother.” The men embraced shortly before Kit turned back to me. “Harmony, this is Wreck and his Old Lady, Del. Del is a nurse at the hospital. She’s going to take a look at your arm.”
Del pulled on a pair of gloves and gestured to my arm, silently asking for permission to see it. It had been painful enough trying to get myself into my shirt this morning. After what had happened I was pretty sure it wasn’t coming off without being destroyed.
“Um, you might have to cut my top off. It’s pretty damn sore.”
“No problem, hun.” She retrieved a small pair of fabric scissors from her bag. “You want me to get them to leave?” she asked, eying the men.
I let out a little laugh. “No, it’s fine.”
She looked over my shoulder, no doubt checking with Kit first before attacking my shirt with the scissors, throwing the now destroyed remains on to the floor. “Ouch.”
I laughed again. “Yeah, no kidding.”
“We’re going to have to re-stitch it. It’s completely opened up again.”
I sighed. “Do you have the good drugs or do I need a bottle of rum?”
Del giggled and began cleaning the wound and slowly removing the broken stitches. “Sorry, babe. I don’t have the good stuff. Maybe a couple shots would actually help. Kit?”
“Yeah, I’ll get something.” I felt his lips lightly on the top of my head before his heavy footsteps left the room.
Del continued to clean my wound, apologizing profusely whenever I flinched. She tried to distract me. “So, Prez didn’t say much just that I needed to be here to help coz you were hurt. Are you part of the club up north, where he was visiting?”
“You could say that,” I muttered. Her eyes looked up at me, one brow raised obviously waiting for me to explain. “I’m a club girl.”
Her eyes widened a little and I saw them flick over behind me to her old man.
“She’s not a club girl anymore,” Kit announced as he strolled back through the door.
“So he keeps trying to tell me,” I whispered jokingly to Del who cracked a smile, but quickly covered it when Kit growled.
He knelt down beside me and offered up a bottle of whiskey. His eyes stuck to me, even as he said, “She’s not a club girl.”
“Not a club girl, just a normal girl. Got it,” Del said, clearly amused.
“Del,” Wreck said warningly from his post next to the door.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh calm down. Club girl, no club girl. No big issue.”
“I claimed her.”
Oh God, this was all getting too much. I snatched the bottle from Kit’s hand and held it to my mouth, guzzling back the liquid even as it began to burn down my throat and into my stomach. My body started feeling lighter almost instantly, a pleasant change. It wasn’t long before it was taken away and I pouted like a sulky child.
“You need to be numb, not fucking drunk,” Kit snapped. “We still need to talk after this.”
Kit stormed from the room, Wreck following close behind him.
Del still looked a little shocked, but the sweet kind smile quickly came back as she pulled out a needle and thread. “So…Prez claimed you?”
I snorted but nodded. “You think he has anything stronger hidden around here some place. I’m going to need it for this talk.”
Del laughed and began work on my wound. Maybe she thought I was joking.
I wasn’t.
I was somewhat glad that when Doc had done my stitches the first time, that I’d been drugged up to my eyeballs. Because this shit fuckinghurt.
I almost dialed Caleb’s phone number, just to tell him I was going to make him pay for shooting me.Hell, was I going to make him pay?Maybe that old saying and eye for an eye would be acceptable in this instance.