Page 58 of Hell & Back

Darren watched the scenery go by outside his window, fully aware that Maverick kept checking on him in his rearview mirror. Race was nearly as bad with questioning glances over his shoulder. He bet if he turned around, Chris was doing the same. He felt like a damn landmine ready to go off at any second. He didn’t understand why everyone was acting so weird.

He bit back a groan and found no comfort in the fact that he’d called it earlier. Just like he’d thought, the longer it took them to get home, the more the need to fuck bared down on him. Hell, the feel of the material rubbing along his hard dick made him wish he was naked again. He felt agitated and antsy and hadn’trealized he’d started bouncing his leg until Sadie reached over and lightly touched his arm.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

He clenched his teeth and immediately stopped with the jumpy leg syndrome. He nodded his head and tried to smile, but even he felt it fell flat. “I’m good.”

How much longer until they reached the hospital? Maybe he’d get lucky and Bacon could knock his ass out until the drug left his system?

Maverick lucked into finding a place close to the entrance. Everyone got out of the SUV and headed for the sliding glass doors. He ran a hand through his hair, worrying about what Bacon might tell him, then quickly dropped his hands as he noticed people were starting to stare his direction. He clasped his hands in front of himself, doing the best he could to hide his raging hard on without looking like he was purposely being a perv.

Chris hung back as Maverick and Race walked with them to the registration desk to check in, then let them know they’d be in the waiting room when they were finished. After giving them their names, the nurse took Darren and Sadie back.

“Dr.Taggert told us to keep an eye out for the both you. He just got off shift and instructed us to bring you right back the moment you got here.”

The young nurse was friendly as she guided them through the maze of rooms. She put Darren in one and Sadie in the one next to it. A short knock on the door was the only warning he got before Bacon entered the small room. He didn’t look like a typical doctor. Instead, he had shoulder-length blond hair that he sometimes tied back, a scruffy chin more often than not, dark brown eyes and stood a little over six feet tall. He had tattoos peeking up from his collar and having seen him at a pig roast once, he also knew the man had full sleeves and a tattoo of theSORMC on his back. He didn’t hang around the clubhouse as much as most of the brothers, but when he did show up, he was all in to have a good time.

“Hey, man. Glad to see you’re back.” He glanced down at the very noticeable tent in Darren’s pants. “Happy to see me?”

Darren would have at least pretended to find it funny if he wasn’t in so much pain. He started to explain, but stopped when Bacon raised a hand.

“It’s okay. Race filled me in on what’s been going on.” He stood next to his bedside, his hands in the pockets of his lab coat.

When had Race had time to fill Bacon in? Darren had only dozed off and on a handful of times and if he’d been talking to anyone, he would have certainly heard him. As a matter of fact, no one really said much of anything on the ride home. They hadn’t asked questions about what happened after he’d been taken or after he’d been locked up. They didn’t even ask questions about why they were finding him and Sadie in the same cell naked. That was all really strange and he’d wonder about that later. Right now, he wanted to make sure Bacon took care of Sadie first.

“Have you seen Sadie yet? The woman that was locked up with me?”

“No. I stopped in here first.” Bacon’s brows furrowed.

“Go check her out first. Tulsa and Lance have her nephew at the clubhouse and she’s dying to get to him. If she checks out, have Mav, Race and Chris take her to him. I’ll call when I need a ride.”

“Are you sure? You really look like you need attention.”

“I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little longer. Go. Check her out first.” He waved him off, trying to hurry him along. The sooner he checked out Sadie, the sooner he could come back and take care of Darren.

“Okay, but I’m going to have someone come in and draw some blood and check your vitals while I’m checking her out.”

“Sure. That’s fine.” He let his head fall back on the pillow. “Oh, hey.” He stopped Bacon at the door. “Don’t let anyone back here. I want to deal with this before I have to deal with anyone else.”

Bacon frowned, but nodded his head, the door silently closing behind him.

The person who came in to draw his blood and check his vitals was quick and efficient. He was in and out in no time, not a single comment or side-eyed glance at his lap. That had to have been the easiest blood draw he’d ever had. He’d barely felt the needle enter is arm, unlike when RIP purposely made it hurt when he jammed him with one.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, he wondered how long he’d been there and how long it would take for Tuck and Kylie to show up at the hospital. He figured they were probably already in the waiting room, making the weight of his guilt that much heavier. He tried to clear his mind of everything while he waited for Bacon to return. To pass the time he counted the number of tiles in the ceiling. From there, he read every single anatomical chart hanging on the wall. Next, he tried to guess the number of tongue depressors in the jar on the counter.

Bacon came back to the room as Darren started counting ceiling tiles again, this time from right to left. He pulled a rolling stool closer to the bed and took a seat. He placed his tablet on the bed next to Darren’s legs, then launched in. “I have to say I have never seen the amount of Euphoria in anyone’s blood stream the way I’ve seen in yours.”

“Fucking great.” He dug the heels of his hands into his eyes and groaned in frustration.

“As you can imagine, this drug is hitting the streets faster and faster and very little is known about it. It appears to affecteveryone a little differently. Can you tell me how much they gave you? How often? How did it effect you? Anything at all might help us understand what the hell this shit is.” Bacon crossed his arms over his chest.

“They injected me with the first dose after they beat the shit out of me.”

“First dose?” Bacon’s brows shot up toward his hairline.

“Yeah. They gave me four total. They injected me three times and forced me to swallow a pill the last time.” He explained about Otis’s and Henry’s condition when he arrived. He explained how as soon as he was tossed into a cell, they’d injected him with his second dose. Then he went on to tell him about each of the other doses and that they’d thrown a really young girl in with him to fuck after the second, but he still managed to keep his shit together.

“After the third dose I tried to get off, but it wouldn’t work. I thought I was going to lose my mind, my dick hurt so bad. Then they forced that fucking pill on me yesterday or last night and I couldn’t take it anymore. I caved and fucked Sadie.” He couldn’t look the other man in the eye. He was totally embarrassed that he’d been unable to keep control. “I just wanted the fucking pain to stop.”

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