Page 60 of Joyride
“Nah, nothin’ will ever keep me from this beauty.” I glance at Wren, pulling her closer to me.
Shade mock groans. “I’ll go let the nurse know you’re awake.”
Wren giggles and it’s the greatest sound ever.
“How you feelin’, brother,” Rascal asks.
“Sore, but well-rested.” I laugh.
The nurse walks in, glaring at Wren. “You should not be in bed with him.”
“She’s not fucking moving,” I tell her. “Do what you gotta do to check me over and get me the hell outta here. I want to go home.”
Rascal chokes back a laugh as the nurse takes my vitals.
“Everything looks normal. Let me page the doctor to check you over. You should be good to go before the day is over,” the nurse states, then walks out.
“What a bitch,” Wren mutters.
“We’ll be out of here soon, babe,” I assure her.
A couple hours go by before the doctor comes in to check on me.
“Mr. Hayes, how are you feeling,” he asks.
“Aside from being sore, I feel pretty good,” I tell him.
“Well, your vitals are all normal and everything checks out. I’d say you’re good to go. Go easy for a couple weeks, and we’ll see you soon for a check-up.”
He hands me my discharge papers and sends me on my way.
“What do you want to do first,” Wren asks.
“Get a big, greasy cheeseburger. I’m starving,” I say.
“Let’s go, brother. Then we’ll get you home,” Shade says.
Ten minutes later, we’re pulling up to some local diner. We get seated quickly.
“Please tell me after all that we got Zack and Santo,” I say to Shade and Rascal.
“We sure as fuck did.” Shade has a stupid grin on his face. “Ranger, Kicks, and Clutch took Zack straight to the clubhouse while Diesel, Saint, and Thor took Santo to the Russos.”
“Enough talk about those assholes. Let’s get some food,” Wren requests.
“You got it, babe.” I wrap my good arm around her, pulling her closer and kiss her. Once we eat, we get on the road back to the clubhouse.
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We get backto the clubhouse close to seven. After saying hi and catching up with everyone, it’s already eight o’clock when we get to Sketch’s room. His face is pale and he’s moving slow, but when he turns to face me, his face lights up with the most handsome smile ever.
“Logan, let’s get you in bed. You look exhausted.” I pull the blankets down so he can lay down. I turn back to him. “Do you want to change or anything before you lay down?”
He pulls me into him with his good arm. “Have I told you how happy I am that you’re safe and back in my arms?”
I pretend to think it over. “You might have told me once.”
