Page 51 of Breaker

"For fuck's sake, Lola, go and get Doc now!" Crow snaps, and I race to my son.

When I get near him, I skid and gently grab his hand, removing it from his head to check the injury, and panic hits. There’s a large cut on the side of his head, from his ear to the middle of his head.

Crow places the clean rag he normally carries in my hand, and I press firmly to his head.

"You're alright, bud, I'm here, I've got you…." I rasp as I hold him close.

Gripping my arm, he screams, "I want my mommy!"

My eyes tear up, knowing he's not calling for Jingles—he wants Quinn. Crow grips my shoulder.

I kiss my boy's head as Doc runs through the backdoor, Tats and a heavily pregnant Violet rushing out behind him.

"Oh Noah, sweetheart…." Violet gasps as they approach, seeing the blood, which causes Tats to grab hold of her.

Doc kneels. "Alright, brother, slowly remove your hand for me…."

I nod, doing as asked, as my hands shake and more blood seeps from the wound. Doc inspects it, and anger etches his features as he snaps, "What the fuck happened? He's going to need a head C.T. and stitches."

I glare at Lola, who looks down, causing Doc to chuckle darkly. "Of course, Lola wanting what she wants, not caring about others, again. Let me guess, she stood in front of you, blocking your view, so you had no choice but to listen to her?"

I nod as she sniffles, while Doc guides my hand back to Noah’s head.

"I didn't do this; he fell," she whispers, her voice laden with guilt. She knows I need my eyes on him, but she decided to take advantage of the situation, and looks to be regretting her actions.

Crow butts in, "Which most likely wouldn't have happened if you hadn't stood in Breaker's view of his son playing. Go home now, Lola. We'll discuss your actions from over the past few years later, because this shit is stopping to-fucking-day!"

I don't look at her; I keep my eyes on my inconsolable son as Doc rasps, "All right, brother, pick him up, and let's get him to the hospital."

I nod and gently lift my boy as he cries for his momma—for Quinn.

When I get near Crow, I look at him and rasp, "Dad," making him look at me with so much emotion, and I state, "Call Momma, please."

He nods, his eyes tearing up as I walk toward the backdoor, knowing a prospect will be right out the front.

Tats grips my shoulder with pride, knowing how much Crow means to me to give him that title when I was so close to my own father.

He's earned it.

Twenty minutes later, I gently place Noah on the bed in the E.R. as Doc rounds up a couple of nurses, and Momma and Crow rush in. Momma goes on the other side of the bed, and Crow comes on my side. She tries to console Noah, but his cries for his momma get louder.

Momma's eyes come my way in horror, and I know what she's thinking, but she's wrong.

I go to grab my phone to call Quinn, hoping she answers, when I notice a message that came through during the incident. I furrow my brows. Crow and I look down at the screen, and my heart races as he squeezes my shoulder.

My Goldie: I love you, Alex, so much, but I'm scared.

I shake my head, my eyes tearing up, everything hitting me hard as Noah screams in pain and fear.

I need my girl.

I press her name and bring the phone up to my ear, my tears are threatening to fall when a ringtone echoes in the room with me, and I look up in time to see Quinn rush into the room. I instantly sigh in relief.

Her tearful eyes come my way before Noah grabs everyone's attention.

I look in time to see him squeezing his hands toward Quinn as he cries, "Momma!" making my mother sob in realization. Quinn's tears fall before she rushes over to us. I stand near Noah's head as Crow goes to Momma, while Quinn leans over, letting Noah grab hold of her as her other hand grips mine. Instantly, feel at home.

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