Page 4 of Reign
“Thank you”
Three - Reign
We areall still waiting at the hospital. The Stroke team are running more tests on Banjo. I thank God that they seem to be doing everything they can for him. Sometimes professional people like Doctors, Police etc. look at bikers and don’t bother giving it their all to help us.
They just think we are dirty, evil criminals. Not normal everyday people who just simply live our lives slightly differently to them. Have our own set rules and morals. Want to live free on the open road, with the wind on our faces and have the right to choose. We still love our mothers, well some of us who have or had amazing mothers do.
We work hard to support our families. We protect them and care for them. We definitely do not tolerate anyone including women and children being abused or mistreated. We may be gruff and a little rough around the edges but when we love someone, we love with our whole heart and soul.
The club is built on trust, respect, and loyalty. We are a brotherhood, a family. I would die to protect not only my brothers but their families too. Banjo is a huge part of that. When Tyres joined the club as a prospect, he was one of the lucky ones. Lucky because his family supported his decision.
As any mother would be, Mary was a little hesitant at first. But after coming to a few family days at the club, she soon became a mother figure to the club. Even taking the club girls under her wing, making sure they were okay. She taught us that calling them whores was wrong as they enjoyed the sex as much as us so what did that make us. It was a novel approach but it worked.
We treat our club girls as part of the family, with respect. As long as they don’t cause any issues. Thank god the girls we have at the moment are amazing. I could even see a brother or so taking them as ol ladies. Unheard of I know but again as I said, our club girls are a little different. They get paid to keep the clubhouse, cook etc. but they don’t have to sleep with the brothers. They have every right to say no.
It was a sad day in the club when Mary died.
Mary and Banjo had children a little later in life, after trying for years they had all but given up when Tyres came along, and then a few years later the miracle of Raven. Mary had poor health from being a child but it didn’t stop her from living life to the full.
Her death was still a shock. We had all been enjoying a family Sunday and Mary said she was starting with one of her headaches that she sometimes got. Banjo took her home and that was the last time we saw her. She died that night of a brain aneurysm. At least her passing was quick and painless. Not so painless for her family or the club.
We mourned her as a club but also with Tyres, Raven, and Banjo as family. Supporting each other, which is what we will do again. All rally around Tyres and Raven, when we find her.
A nurse coming in brings me out of musings.
“Mr. Hilton has been taken to a private room. I can take you up there now, we have another waiting room for you on that floor. We advise two at a time to sit with him” she says.
We all get up and follow her through the hospital, up to a ward. The waiting room she shows us looks pretty much the same as the last one but this one is pale blue. The artwork looks the same. The chairs however look a hell of a lot more comfy than the previous ones. Thank fuck as my back is killing me.
Why do hospitals do that? They know people are going to be sitting on the chairs for sometimes hours, so make them the most uncomfortable pieces of shit known to man. Plastic, hard and not big enough for a large man like me and my brothers. These chairs are a little larger and have padding.
“Mr. Hilton is in room three zero five, which is just across the hall. Please remember only two at a time” she says before leaving us.
Tyres goes first with Debs, while the rest of us wait our turns to see him.
“Have you reached Raven yet?” I ask Mischief, as he’s sat playing with his phone.
“Not yet Prez. I’ll keep trying. Going to step out and try Sam again.”
Nodding he leaves the room, phone already to his ear. Everyone is quietly waiting, not having much to really talk about. The girls are huddled in a corner together, I can see Elvis keeps looking over at Rose. The pair have been making eyes at each other for a long time.
They think no one else notices the looks that pass between them. Also, the little touches and moments. I wish they would just fuck it out of their systems or make a go of it. Rose is one of the best club girls we have. Her cooking is amazing. Plus, she doesn’t cause issues like I know chapters and other clubs have had with their club girls.
I’ll leave them be for now but depending on how long they let this go on for, I might need to step in. Have a little word in their ear and push them in the right direction. No one will think less of them for being together. That is not how this club works and they fucking well know it.
Debs comes back and asks if I would like to go next. The poor girl looks worn out and stressed. Getting out of my chair, I pull her into my arms and give her a big hug. She cuddles into me, taking some of the strength I am giving her. Banjo means a lot to her. Debs has no family as she grew up in foster care. Banjo became her family. They were more than employer and employee. She would have cared for him for free if she could have.
I pass Debs off to Country as he steps up to take over the hug. I know the girls will look after her. Leaving the waiting room, I wait a few minutes outside Banjo’s room. Gearing myself up for what might greet me. Taking a deep breath, I knock lightly and enter. No amount of time could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.
Banjo is lying absolutely still in a hospital bed, with wires and tubes coming from him, hooked up to a machine keeping him alive. He looks pale and so small lying there. Not the larger-than-life man full of joy we are used to. It takes me a few minutes to be able to move from my spot near the door and walk around to the chair on the other side of his bed.
I quietly sat down and carefully took Banjo's hand in mine and gave it a soft squeeze. Just enough to let him know I was here. Nothing was said for a few minutes. Tyres and me just soaking up what had transpired in the last 24 hours.
“Anyone get a hold of Raven?” Tyres asks quietly
“Mischief is still trying and he’s going to keep trying Sam too. Don’t worry, we’ll get in touch with her” I promise
“Feels wrong” he mutters
