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To cheer him on.
And push him.
It took Dade a month to wake from his coma. But at least he did. The blast took a part of his calf which ended up getting infected so they had to amputate just below the knee.
He also had some head trauma and three months later, still couldn’t remember what happened that day. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“He’s trying to stay positive. I can tell some days it is hard for him though,” she answered with a sad sigh. “He says I can go back home but I don’t want to leave him yet.”
“Well, he’s not giving up, so that’s good.”
“Let’s go, Cami’s sister,” Blade said as he hopped is way over on his crutches. His hand was still pretty messed up but he was able to use the crutches to get around a little. “I’m fucking hungry.”
He bent over and got kisses from Biscuit.
“You did good today,” I said beaming with pride. “I’m proud of you.”
I received a grunt in return, but deep down I knew my words made him smile.
Blade had an official patch now, he was a member.
The prospects were put to rest and their pictures hung on the wall in the clubhouse. There were days when I stood there for a long moment and whispered words of how sorry I was.
I had found my place within the club and with each new day, I felt more at home.
“Are you still mad at him?” Blade asked once we were settled in the car.
I huffed out an aggravated breath.
Bryan was still recovering from a fight he lost.
An underground fight that I knew was illegal and dangerous. Alright, so maybe I didn’t really have the right to point out the illegal part of it.
A fight that he didn’t really have a choice about, but still, I was upset that he didn’t tell me about it beforehand.
I only found out about the fight later, after they brought him home a puffy, bloody mess.
Sketch told me he went down like a champ though. So I guess there was that.
I knew Bryan, he went into it giving everything he had.
And when I asked why he did this, the only answer I received was that there was a favor owed. That was it. I tried to press but he shook his head letting me know he wouldn’t tell me anything more about it.
“No,” I said with a sigh. “I hate that he didn’t tell me but I’m sure he had his reasons.”
“Yep,” he said, his head leaning against the headrest and his eyes looking out the windshield. “Never doubt that he loves you.”
That right there told me that it had something to do with me. I had a feeling but I had never asked out loud.
Bryan did love me.
And I would never take that for granted.
B-ry
This house was perfect.
I knew it the moment we walked into the front door.
