Page 84 of Blue

Aside from the massive headache throbbing throughout her skull, Blue kinda felt okay. Sure, her wrists and ankles burned a bit, but Ginger and Dash had slathered some sort of gel on them and wrapped them in gauze. So, really, she couldn’t complain.

Well, she could, but doing so would mean having to think about what had happened. That, she didn’t want to do.

“Not to be rude, but how long are you going to hover?” she asked Ginger, who checked the bag of clear liquid on the pole beside her. A tube ran from it down into the back of her hand.

She had an IV.

It seemed unnecessary, since she felt decent. She’d had hangovers that felt worse than she did now.

Blue doubted the IV would do anything to take the memories away and rid her of future nightmares.

Ginger dipped her chin with a smile and sat on the side of the bed. Resting her hands on her lap, she scanned Blue’s face.

That couldn’t be good.

“Just a few more hours. We want to make sure that the Narcan Daniel gave you keeps you out of the woods.”

Ugh!

She hated being watched like a hawk. “Can I have like Tylenol or anything for my head?”

Tightening her lips into a thin line, Ginger shook her head. “Sorry.”

Blue gruffed. It made sense. Who knew what that fucker had put into her body? That didn’t make it suck any less.

She covered her eyes with her hand, hoping for some relief from the pain. Her fingers grazed the bruised section of her face where he’d hit her with a baton and knocked her out.

A vision of him staring at her while she laid on the dirty blanket flashed in her mind.

Blue dropped her hands and snapped her eyes open. Great. Looks like she wouldn’t even be able to sleep.

“How do you do this?” Blue blurted.

Ginger drew her brows together. “Take care of people?”

“No.” Blue shifted in the bed so she could sit up more. “This.”

She gestured around her to Mooky’s very doodle-covered walls. With a confused expression, Ginger glanced around. “What?”

“How do you be a part of all this knowing shit can go down?”

The other woman lowered her gaze and licked her bottom lip. In her silence, Blue suspected Ginger didn’t have an answer.

Blue had been connected to the club for a while now. She’d seen some shit. Two guys fighting over the same woman, the club takeover, the fight between the old and the new, but nothing like this.

She hadn’t seen fuck all like this before. No one had been kidnapped by a cop before.

Lucky her, she got to be the first.

“I don’t know.” Ginger shrugged as she met Blue’s eye. “I mean, when Daniel and I got together, shit went down. It was scary, for sure.”

Blue nodded. She hadn’t been involved in everything, but she saw a lot of what happened then. From what she understood, which admittedly, wasn’t a lot, it still wasn’t pretty.

“It’s a risk. Absolutely. But I guess I try not to think about it.” Dash’s ol’ lady pushed off the bed and turned to walk toward Mooky’s dresser with her arms wrapped around herself. “Denial or foolishness, I suppose.”

Blue looked up and studied the art he’d drawn on the walls. Mooky’s room wasn’t like any other’s Blue had seen. He’d gotten rid of the wood paneling and had painted the walls white. Then he’d drawn.

Everything and everywhere.

---