Page 1 of Seamus: Unconventional
Prologue
Seamus
Colorado MCBadass medic room
Voices startle me but the heavy feeling in my mind isn’t clearing enough for me to understand. Maybe I’m dreaming. I can’t remember the last time I had a dream so this is new. The connection in my head and fur in my hands aren’t enough…
“No, you can’t come in. ‘Sombra Oscura, Luz Blanca,’ is all I heard. One of the dogs jumped on the bed so I ran out to get a doctor. You shouldn’t be in here. The Pres head guy said none of you would go in. Doc Harper and the head guys are the only members allowed.” The woman’s voice isn’t one I know.
Shadow stops moving, his muscles are coiled like he’s ready to pounce, but he’s waiting for an order. I relax my hand in his short fur, hearing his breathing return to normal alert and focused calm. My head is foggy and eyes aren’t opening. Something is definitely wrong here. That is not a voice I know, so it’s not a voice that should be saying Shadow and Light’s full names. Where the fuck am I and why am I here? The bigger question is where is Light? I don’t hear him breathing, my head isn’t clear enough to focus on tracking.
As if I cued him up, my other partner,Luz, or White Light in English, is located by a click of nails and his low steady growl. I knew he wouldn’t be far because he feels as close as Shadow but my brain still isn’t clear enough to get what the hell is happening here.
“You need to leave.” The woman’s voice takes on a menacing tone that says she isn’t playing.
“One of the dogs made a sound and you weren’t in there. This one isn’t letting anyone in. I think it was the other one. Nothing is beeping, is he okay?” The low, deep voice is calm and full of concern.
Footsteps moving this way fast have me on alert. Shadow’s breathing doesn’t even hitch and Light’s nails click moving closer to me, so I relax because they know the new person and whoever it is, is not a threat.
“Go ahead back to position, Nunez. Pres doesn’t want anyone fuckin’ with his memory or dogs. Harky is on his way with Alder or Asa. I’ve got him from here. He’s awake, sort of, or almost.”
My eyes blink furiously while it feels like I’m trying to pry them up, then finally open, fuzzily seeing the young voice that doesn’t stop moving toward me as a blur.
The voice clears with a few more blinks and his closer stance showing a kid with long hair that’s a little darker than my light brown. “Glad you’re awake. Harper is your doctor. She’s on her way but sent me to keep you calm. You’re calm.”
I smile at the logic and nod once, still blinking my eyes to try and focus them better.
“I’m Chris Blackhawk, VP of Colorado MC. Harper is Pres’ ol’ lady. Pres is ex-Green Beret, turned FBI, turned Badass. He said you’re military. He recognized your dogs. They’re not like Zeus and that whole enhanced group but they’re not normal either. That one has kept in physical contact with you even for X-rays. Alder didn’t want to do any other tests until you woke up.” He points to the big rusty lump leaning against me.
Too many names without clear connections has my head turn slowly to Shadow. I swallow hard and Chris reaches over the bed and moves the mask, neither dog reacts, which is weird as hell. Not that I want the kid missing fingers, he seems nice enough, but my partners trust him and I’ve never met this guy.
Shadow huffs at me. I don’t try for a shrug. Nothing feels quite right here.
“Steph, can you get some water?” Chris asks. VP is cordial, not a trait I’d think of for a biker with some clout.
“I figured it was next. Here you go.” I don’t see the Steph woman but identify her as the voice that woke me.
Chris turns then is moving a cup with a straw my way. “Thanks, Steph. Have the dogs been out?” Chris asks.
“The white one ran back in right when he talked. The other isn’t leaving with this guy’s eyes ready to open. He stayed with him for hours after the last time.” The woman kept track of my partners gets noted for later review.
Last time? The water feels good on my throat. “Last time?” The gravelly voice sounds odd to my ears. My hand moves to my neck, a piece of cloth is covering what feels deeply sore causing my eyes to snap to Chris, the very young VP of a biker Club. A bandana?
“You’ve been in a coma for a little over two months. You woke or looked like it two days ago but Teller said to give it a couple of days, I guess it’s time now. The dogs won’t leave your side and that one kept his head by your neck. Harper covered it when the bandage came off and now, I think they do it for the dogs. As I’ve said, we have enhanced military dogs but yours are different. They understand medical, computer and languages. That one likes the bandana and brings different ones in. Steph puts them on you.”
The deep breath I pull in causes an almost painful pressure filling my chest. “Tell me you didn’t enhance them.”
“No, Pres has a trusted guard on you at all times. The dogs even have a K-9 guard. They’ve taken to our dogs but don’t let people close to them. We’re good with that.”
I turn my head toward Shadow slowly but the dizzy feeling creeps in. “No injections? You and Light okay?” I ask in German, glad I remembered even with this foggy brain.
He pushes his nose into my hand and barks softly. It’s common for the Belgian Shepherd part of him, but barking is not common to either. Although vocal dogs, their barking is saved for commands, intimidation or answers they give quickly. Most answers to me directly are with our connected chip, thanks to the military asshole that believed I was owned by the military with the two puppies I bought in Brazil. My plan was to ship them to my uncle but he died before I was shipped out for our next mission. My war dog was reassigned and I was sent to a base overseas where I trained with Shadow and Light for missions. I thought it was great until I woke up in a base hospital that was not as clean as this one. I shake my head trying to clear the fog and memories. My partners are okay but dizzy takes away the celebration for that.
Brazilian comes out automatically. “How long?”
Two calendar pages move behind my eyes and a three shows. Two months and three days. I nod once and press my fingers down against his paw. “My chair?” I ask in Bengali following the protocol we used while in.
My eyes close with the first image of what looks like a bomb blast. I pull in another pain filled breath. The chip is working again or I’m clear enough to see now.
