Page 101 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“I don’t know. He was in the car. If he was strapped into his car seat, maybe he’s okay.”
“I need to go. I need to see Fiona. Is she okay?”
Reckless puts a hand on my chest, holding me back. “I don’t know. Shine, you can’t go. The guys… they don’t know you’re the father.”
I shove his hand away. “I don’t give a damn. Show me the way to this fucking hospital, Reckless. Now.”
We barely make it a few blocks when we pass flashing lights. We roll to the red light, and I survey the vehicles.
Reckless points to a car being lifted onto a flatbed tow truck.
“Fiona’s,” he yells over our idling engines.
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. The car looks like it was put in a can crusher.
The light turns green.
“Go,” I yell.
Reckless gets the point and roars down the road, weaving between cars to get me to the hospital.
Fifteen minutes later, he turns into the parking lot, me on his tail. When we come through the sliding doors into the emergency room, it’s crowded with our brothers. Many turnwhen the two of us enter. One of them is Wolf, who’s talking to Cole.
“How’s Fiona?” Reckless asks.
I bypass the men standing in a group and go straight to admitting. “A woman and little boy were brought in from a car accident. Fiona and Dylan. I need to see them.”
“I’m sorry, sir. Only immediate family is allowed back.”
“I’m the boy’s father.”
Silence falls behind me as every one of my brothers shuts up.
“All right, sir. It’s bay five.” She presses a button and buzzes the doors open. I dash through, not carrying what chaos I just unleashed behind me in the waiting room.
Shouts carry through the doors, and I spot a couple of security guards moving that way.
I find the bay and through a parted green curtain, I spot Fiona on a gurney, holding a child.
Her mother stands next to her.
Fiona’s eyes get huge when she sees me, but I ignore that and the probable heart failure I’m giving her right now.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“Yes. What are you doing here?”
“I heard my son was in a car accident. Where else would I be?”
Crystal’s mouth drops open, but she recovers, patting Fiona’s hand. “I’ll be in the waiting room. Text me if you need me.”
“Wait, Mom,” Fiona protests, but she’s already gone.
I walk closer and take in my son for the first time. He’s blond, like me, with long lashes framing beautiful eyes that stare at me. He looks drowsy.
“Is he okay?”
“They sent him for imaging. He was just brought back to me. They had him sedated.” She strokes the top of his head. “Thedoctor should be in any minute to tell me if they found any internal damage.”
