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“Me too,” Falcon laughed. “A double shot of whiskey will do.”

“Where the fuck is Doc? What the fuck are you doing?” someone shouted angrily. I glanced up and saw it was Sniper—he’d shoved his club brothers aside and was now glaring at me.

I gritted my teeth and said, “I am a fucking doctor! I specialize in emergency medicine, and this is exactly what I do, sopleasestop just standing around and get me what I need to save your friend before he bleeds out!”

He looked stunned for a second, before saying, “Sure thing. On it.”

Moments later he reappeared beside me with a stack of towels and sheets in his arms. “Do whatever you can to save him.”

I nodded. Snatching one of the towels from the top of the stack, I pressed it to Falcon’s side. Quiet settled all around me as I got to work. As well as the kit from my car, someone brought me a medical kit they kept in the clubhouse. Opening it I let out a gasp when I saw the contents. Clearly bullet wounds and battlefield surgery was something they’d encountered before. There were vials of antibiotics, suture material, bandages, and most importantly a vial of lidocaine. As I drew it up in the syringe and started injecting it around his wound, I was the calmest I’d felt in more than a year. While these weren’t ideal circumstances to be operating, I felt confident that he’d be okay. I opened a sterile scalpel, the lidocaine would numb his skin, but it wasn’t going to be painless.

“You good?” I asked him.

“Yeah, just peachy,” he responded.

“Inhale deeply and hold it until I tell you to exhale. You might feel some of this, but I’ve got no choice.”

“Got it.” Falcon inhaled deeply. I made the incision then started to explore the wound with my gloved fingers. He let out a low growl.

“Sorry,” I said.

There was no fresh bleeding which was good, I couldn’t see any obvious bullet fragments, which was also good. “Do you guys have access to x-rays?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Sniper answered. “Doc can arrange for off-the-record tests. Does he need one?”

“I can’t feel any fragments, but it would be best to check. So I’d have your club doctor arrange that.” I gave the wound a final once over then said, “Okay, we’re all good. I’ll disinfect and stitch you up.” I worked quickly and precisely, completely focused on the task at hand. This was my happy place, the place I could finally relax. After I finished suturing, I stood back and looked at my work. The stitches were neat, and I knew they wouldn’t leave much of a scar. “All good. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot, Doc.”

I laughed. “That’s normal,” I told him and covered the wound with a bandage while I rattled off care instructions. “I’ve given you a shot of antibiotics, but I can’t prescribe you anything or else Ethan will find me, but you need antibiotics for a week, and also pain meds.”

“Prescribe them,” Sniper demanded.

I glared over my shoulder at him. “What?”

“Prescribe them. We need to smoke this asshole out, don’t we?”

Oh. Right. “Okay.” I grabbed the prescription pad in my bag and wrote two prescriptions that would bring this thing with my ex to a head.

One way or another.

Chapter Ten

Sniper

“Thought I was a goner for a second, Doc.” Falcon reached out and grabbed Katey’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “Thanks for savin’ my life.”

She offered him a kind smile. “Of course. I’m happy I could help.” She looked up from Falcon and her gaze darted around the room at all the eyes suddenly on her. “If you need any help cleaning the wound, you know where to find me.” For the first time since she got here, those words weren’t colored with anger.

The room fell awkwardly silent for a long moment.

“Well,” Katey sighed. “You need to get some rest, and I need to wash up.” She patted Falcon’s shoulder and stepped back.

“Good job.” Diesel’s deep voice echoed across the distance between them. “Thank you, Katey.”

“Hell of a way to introduce yourself.” Rocky grinned at Katey with admiration.

They were right. She’d done one hell of a job tonight and she hadn’t panicked at all. She was cool and calm in the face of unimaginable pressure. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

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