Page 52 of Broken
Chapter Twenty-Three
Max
Pain.
It’s all I feel.
It’s like a hole is burning through my side.
An entire bag of ice could be poured on me right now and I’d still feel like I was burning in hell.
I see Izzy walking out the door and I scream for her. Whip is holding something to my side to stop the bleeding, I’m sure.
A chill runs through as I begin to shiver.
“It’s fucking cold in here.” My voice is gritty and laced with pain.
“T! We need to get Doc to the clubhouse now. He’s bleeding a lot. I can’t stop it. He just said he was cold. That means he’s lost a lot of blood. This is not fucking good,” Whip yells.
I look over to see Pres still staring out the door Izzy walked out of. He let her fucking go. He turned on her. If she doesn’t make it back to me, I swear to God I’ll fucking kill him. He walks over to me.
“At least he got hit high. Ain’t any organs around there. I’m guessing it’s just stuck in his muscle, which hurts like a bitch. Let’s get him to the truck.”
The two men each grab one of my arms, and I roar in pain as they lift me.
I don’t remember the drive very much. I kept falling asleep before someone would shake me awake. I’m moved again, but this time I don’t even have the energy to scream. I’m brought inside and laid on a long table when Doc appears.
“There’s no exit wound.” Doc gives me a look of pity. “I need to get the bullet out. I’m going to give you some morphine, then—”
“No.” Twisted interrupts him. “No drugs. I need him coherent after this, not passed out.”
Doc shakes his head but doesn’t argue. “I’m going to apologize in advance for this, son.”
I can see Twisted standing in the corner of the room, watching.
I can hear distant banging and it sounds like someone yelling. It sounds like Lucy. The door opens and Whip walks in. “You need to talk to her. She is losing her shit out there.”
“No, once Doc is done, I’ll have them both in a room at the same time. You’re lucky she’s your old lady. Keeping shit like this to herself is fucking messed up.” It sounds like the words are being forced out through clenched teeth.
Whip leaves without another word, and Twisted stands in the corner. Not saying anything, just watching me.
I can’t even describe the pain of having a bullet dug out of your body. By the time Doc is done I’m spent and fucking tired.
“Wake up!” Twisted’s voice shouts. “You’re not fucking sleeping right now. We have shit to hash out. Lucy!” The door opens in the matter of a few seconds. “Knew you’d be out there waiting and listening. Sit.”
Lucy walks over to the couch, crossing her arms and slamming down.
Pres walks over to me. “Up.” He wraps one of my arms around his neck and helps me over to the couch so I’m sitting next to Lucy.
Twisted is standing in front of us, pacing back and forth. He reminds me of a disappointed father getting ready to scold his children. My side is killing me and this is the last thing I want to deal with right now. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open, completely exhausted from the pain and from losing as much blood as I did.
I also can’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that they took her.
I want to be out there.
I want to find Izzy.
“I don’t know what the fuck you two were thinking keeping shit like this to yourselves.”
