“Whoever did this to you left you for dead. You were lucky your club found you in time,” he added, like it was somehow going to make his words okay.
“I don’t remember any of that.”
He smiled. “It’s probably better that way. From what I can tell, what happened to you was one of the most heinous and dubious sexual violations I’ve ever seen on a woman.”
My eyes moved across the room, finding Snyder’s comforting gaze as he stood by the door. It calmed me knowing he was here for me, but it made me wonder where Sabbath was, and Sandman.
“You said I was in an accident. Is Sandman okay?”
Snyder shook his head, a veil of tears covering his eyes. “He’s been unresponsive since he broke down the door to where they were holding you. He’s suffering from some catastrophic head trauma, and the doctors aren’t sure when or if he’ll ever wake up.”
“No!” I cried, unable to hold back my tears.
“I’m sorry, Shasta, but the outlook for your friend isn’t great. It would be a miracle if he makes it out of this okay.”
Snyder held my tear-filled gaze, moving towards me until my hand was wrapped around his.
Where the fuck was Sabbath?
“The good news is, despite the trauma your body has been put through, it looks like you’ll be just fine. You’re going to make a full recovery.”
“But that doesn’t help, Sandman.”
Snyder squeezed my hand.
“No, it doesn’t. I’m going to send a nurse in to take out your catheter. We need to see if you can use the restroom on your own now that you’re awake. I’ll be back in a little while to check on you.” Dr. Morgan took a few strides to the door before turning. “I’ll be praying for your friend.” Then he exited, leaving me alone with Snyder.
“Snyder,” I cried. “What the fuck happened?”
His eyes darkened as his mouth dropped into a scowl. “The Crows happened, Shasta. Hoax did exactly what he said he was going to do and got to you before we could protect you. Sandman… he… he was the one who broke the door down so we could get to you. If he hadn’t done that, we might not have gotten to you in time.”
“Have you seen him?”
He nodded. “We take shifts. Ranger is with him right now.”
“And where the fuck is Sabbath?”
He frowned. “I sent him home to take a shower. He should be here soon. He hasn’t left your side since he brought you in.”
Hearing that brought more tears to my eyes. “He hasn’t?”
He shook his head, but there was a mountain of hurt in Snyder’s eyes as he tried to hold my gaze.
“He may be the biggest asshole in the world, Shasta, but I don’t think he’ll ever stop loving you.” He sighed. “I don’t think any of us will ever stop loving you.”
I met his weary gaze, confused by this little admission. “Wait, are you saying you lo—”
Sabbath came barreling into the room, cutting my words off before I even had a chance to release them. He scrambled to my side, taking my hand in his as he pushed Snyder out of the way.
“Baby. Oh my god, you’re awake. I came as soon as I heard. Damn it, I wish I would’ve been here when you woke up. Fuck, Shasta, I’m so fucking sorry. Hoax is going to pay for what he fucking did to you.”
It was hard to look into Sabbath’s eyes without seeing a pregnant Nina in them. Flashbacks of our fight came rushing back, and that wall I had built around myself was starting to erect again. I turned away, too damaged by all the shit everybody was telling me to deal with Sabbath’s crap.
“Baby, please. I’m sorry. I should’ve never let you leave with Sandman. This is all my fault. You never would’ve been touched if I were the one with you that day. I promise that the second Sandman wakes up, he’s out of the club, even if I have to remove him myself.”
My head snapped back to look my Ol’ Man in the eyes, every muscle in my body tensing with rage.
“If you do that, Sabbath, I’ll never fucking speak to you again.”