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“What happened with Wire?” instantly regretting as brother Tank and Joker glare a little at her. oh, I feel story coming on and I'm right.
However as they fill in on the adventures of Carrie, Kate and Pandora, I can’t help but laugh. God I love these women and I can’t wait to meet Pandora.
The doctor joins us not long later and they say they’ll come back later. Heading back to the clubhouse to let everyone I’m awake. Saying goodbye and extra hugs from Carrie, they finally leave me the doctor who has been doing some checks with the machine while waiting for them to leave.
“Come on then Doc, hit me with it” no point in beating about the bush.
“You are a very lucky man. I will be honest with you, it was touch and go. You have a lot people who care and love you. Someone has been with you every second of the day and night.”
I smile because I wouldn’t expect anything less for my brothers. It is only what I would do for them.
“You have a road ahead of you now. Your injuries from the gunshot and the crash after will require some physiotherapy along with time and patience. I can recommend an excellent Rehability centre who can see you as an out-patient. In the meantime, a nurse will be along shortly to get you up and moving. Once I'm happy with your recovery progress, you will be able to go home.”
This is fucking great. Long road ahead, fuck. I just want to get out of this place already and get my bike back. I dread to think of the state my baby is in.
CHAPTERTWO
Wrench
6 months later . . .
“Come on man. Keep pushing” Eric my drill sergeant of a physiotherapist urges me on. The sweat is running down my back as I keep pushing on the bars. My muscles screaming at me to stop, but I push through the pain, with the goal at the end just in sight.
It has been 6 months since I got out the hospital and started to rehab my damaged leg from where my bike had landed on me and the damage to my stomach muscles from the bullet. I was in a wheelchair for a little while until I built up enough muscle strength before moving to crutches. Hopefully I can get rid of them now.
With sweat dripping into my eyes, I finish the final rep, collapsing back.
“Okay” Eric just says, fucker. This man loves causing pain, I swear it. Hes not a therapist more like torturer. I stay where I am, trying to catch my breath.
“You’ve come miles man and the end is nearly there. April will be taking over from your next appointment” he informs me.
Fuck I forgot he was leaving. Eric and his girlfriend Heidi are leaving to travel the world so I'm getting a new physiotherapist. Not sure how a woman can help as I’m not a small man. And no, I'm not being sexist at all. I’m all for equal equality and woman can do anything men can. I just wouldn’t want to fall and hurt her is all.
“Thanks for everything dude, even though I swear you are trying to kill me at times” I laugh shaking his hand.
“Welcome man. So I will leave you with some good news” he tells me as I wipe the sweat away with the towel he’s just handed me.
He walks over to me with a cane.
“No more crutches?” I ask, not really wanting to believe it, but I know myself I’ve only been using one crutch for a little while now.
“You’re there. You’ve put the work in, I’d say you will only need a few more sessions and an updated home exercise plan which April will go over with you. Take it easy. Pushing too hard now when you are so close to the end, it could cause more damage and delay your recovery” he warns
Nodding, I take the cane from him and give it a try. Seems sturdy and easy to walk with. A lot better than them fucking crutches. I feel like a bit of a pimp with and put a bit of a strut into my walk making Eric laugh.
A feminine chuckle, which sounds more like sweet music, stops me in my tracks as it causes me to shiver. I take a breath and turn round to be greeted by the most beautiful pixie I have ever seen. Her absolute beauty causes my breath to leave me and brain to short-circuit.
“The cane suits you” her sweet voice says going straight to my cock which starts to pay attention. Now is not the time for him to wake the fuck up, my gym shorts will hide nothing. She laughs again as I dont reply but keep staring at her, not saying a word like a chump.
“Tank, this is April.” Eric’s words break through my stupor.
I spin round to face him, shock must register on my face as he grins at me.
“My April?”
My April? Where the fuck did the “my” come from. Jesus, I jumped fast there just from her laugh. Then again, I have never been affected like this by a womans laugh before.
“Your April?” I hear her ask
