It was a bonehead move, one that I probably would never wake up from, because as my head started to swim in those dangerous waters of unconsciousness, my brothers stormed the room, flipping on the light just as my vision started to cloud and everything in my world went fuzzy.
But nothing, not even my blurred vision would ever make me forget what I saw when that light hit her bloodied, naked body lying motionless on the concrete.
And as the room erupted into absolute chaos, I slipped away, with deadly visions of Shasta’s corpse lying only a few feet away, invading what was left of my already fucked up head.
Chapter Thirteen
Shasta
A loud beeping sound woke me up from what felt like the longest slumber of my life.
Was I dead?
Was I alive?
Nothing felt real as my eyelids fluttered open and I took in my surroundings.
I was lying in a hospital bed, my arms hooked up to lines of fluids that were being fed into my body.
Groaning took over as I tried to pick up my weak and fragile limbs, but I barely could move, let alone figure out how to get my thoughts together.
“She’s awake,” a voice shouted to my left, and it sounded so far away but familiar.
Very slowly, my head flopped over, taking in the handsome man that stood next to me.
“Snyder?”
Snyder’s eyes flashed with brief tears as my eyes focused in on him. He was so handsome standing there in his cut, rushing to my side so he could take my hand.
“What happened?”
He frowned. “The Crows kidnapped you and—” His voice trailed off, looking toward the door as a doctor stepped through.
“Hello, Shasta, I’m Dr. Morgan. I’ve been your attending physician since you were brought into the ER.”
“ER? What happened?”
Dr. Morgan nodded to Snyder and someone else in the room, and they moved away so he could stand next to the bed.
“Do you remember anything from the incident that happened two weeks ago?”
Two weeks ago? No, that can’t be right.Last thing I remembered was fighting with Sabbath and leaving the club with Sandman.
“I went on a ride with the club’s enforcer, Sandman. That’s the last thing I remember.”
The doctor looked at Snyder, then back down at me. “Unfortunately, a lot happened that day that I don’t think your brain is able to process right now. Do you remember getting into the accident?”
My head tried to sort through the muddled mess of fractured memories running through it. “Maybe. But not really.”
He nodded. “That’s understandable. Your body has been through a lot of trauma, Shasta. When your husband brought you here, you were barely alive.”
Husband? What the fuck was he talking about? I’m not married. Especially not to Sabbath.
He looked at the wall, then back down at me. “There were contusions up and down your whole body, and obvious signs of sexual trauma.
My hand slowly came up to my mouth, and I had to stifle my gasp. “We found three different specimens of semen inside of you, and there was significant vaginal tearing that can only be explained by a violent rape.”
Nothing was registering. Not a single thing he said sparked any kind of memory in my mind. It was like that part of the day was completely lost on me.