Page 22 of Reacher
“So what you’re saying is, you probably didn’t give me the clap, or get me up the duff, so I should let you do it again?”
I fucking loved that sassy mouth of hers.
“Well, either that, or I want to fuck your mouth, and keep you from sassing me for five minutes.”
She poked her tongue out, which was supposed to be cute, but just made me groan at the thought of that wily tongue on my dick.
“Still… you wanted me in your ass, and I’d hate to disappoint you.”
Alicia sat back in her seat.
“Not until I’ve digested, or you’ll have to roll me over to the bed.”
I smirked, reaching for my phone as it buzzed in the front pocket of my cut.
“Yeah.”
“It’s Torch, Pres.”
Shit. He was calling from the hospital, and that sent a shot of icy terror down my spine. I sat up straighter.
“Everything okay?”
There was a moment of silence, and then a different voice.
“Mr Anderson? My name is Dr Patel. We need to discuss Mr Silver.”
Shit shit shit. Don’t die on me, kid.
“Is he okay?”
Alicia sat up too, grabbing my knee in a tight grip.
“Mr Silver is showing signs of early detox. I know your club members warned that this could happen, but I wanted to talk to you about options at this point.”
“What kind of options?”
He sighed. “Detox is rough at any time, but he’s recovering from serious injury, and he’s still currently medically comatose. My preference would be to keep him that way, until the worst has passed. It’ll be much easier on him, than if we wake him now to go through it.”
Fuck. I stared at Alicia in horror.
“How will you know how much he’s suffering though? I don’t want him going through some silent hell, thinking we’ve all fucking abandoned him.”
The doctor muttered something to someone in the background.
“We’ll use medications to treat the common symptoms, so that he shouldn’t feel pain, or experience the worst of the symptoms. It’s the best I can offer. If we wake him anytime soon, he’s going to be in hell for days, and honestly, the risk of him trying to get out somewhere, and take the easy way out, is one I’d like to avoid. For his sake.”
He was right. He was more than right. But shit… we needed answers, and now we’d have to wait even longer for them. That desperate need for retribution was burning inside me, like it was for all of Ice’s brothers, but his health had to come first right now. The time for bloody murder would come though.
“Can one of our guys be with him through it? None of this bullshit about short visits, doc. We don’t leave our guys to deal with shit alone.”
The doctor muttered something away from the phone again.
“We’re moving him to a different ward, still ICU, but with staff better equipped to monitor and manage his withdrawal symptoms. I’ll make sure they know that one of you will be with him at all times. We’ll need full names of everyone in advance, but I can get those from one of your men here.”
“Thanks, doc. I appreciate you talking me through the options, and taking care of our brother. He’s very important to us. I uh… I’ll arrange a rota, so someone is with him at all times.”
“Understood, Mr Anderson. I’ll make sure everything is in place for him.”
