Page 89 of Macon

“So, what does that mean? What is the next step of action?” I ask.

Doc turns to Dallas and begins sobbing.

“It means my sister is dying,” Sin says, her voice filled with anguish.

Greg, who looks to be as upset as us all, nods and says, “Yes, we will keep giving her fluids along with medication to treat the seizures and low blood pressure.”

Sin cries out, and I instantly catch her as she collapses in my arms.

My heart explodes, and I can’t hold back my own tears.

She’s going to die.

Greg continues, “We’re going to have to put her on life support soon. You all should prepare yourself. It could take minutes, hours, or days, but soon, her organs will shut down. I’m so sorry.”

Violet, who is one bad bitch, turns to Chiv and breaks down.

Greg stands there while we all try to absorb the news he just told us. Raydene is going to die.

Dallas, Chiv, and I hold our women as they come undone. We let them shatter only because we know we’ll put them back together. But when Dallas reaches over and puts a hand on my shoulder, I realize I’m crying too.

Fuck!

My heart is breaking for Ray and for my girl in my arms.

Dallas clears his throat. “Can we all go back there? I’m not letting my girl or any of them in there without us. You need to make it happen.”

Standing there with his hands shoved in his pockets, Greg looks uncomfortably sad and says, “Of course. I’ll let Cheryl know.”

Dallas’s face turns from sad to hopeful. “Greg, if we knew what poison was given to her, would we be able to treat it?”

Greg starts walking away, turns around, and says, “It depends on the poison, but it would help us tremendously in caring for her. Why do you have the person who poisoned her?”

“Holy shit.” I breathe, “We do.”

Sin steps back with her face red from crying.

“What?” she demands.

Doc, Violet, and Sin all look at me.

I rush out, “We have Peshkov.”

Sin’s face goes from sadness to murderous. “Where?” she says through gritted teeth.

Dallas chimes in, “No. No way.”

Sin turns to Dallas with a death glare. “He took me, my best friend, and now my sister. I think I have a right to go see him face-to-face. Let him know I am alive.”

I’d already decided I would take her anywhere she wanted to go, so I asked the doctor, “How long do we have?”

Greg answers right away, “I honestly don’t know. If we keep pumping fluids and medication while she’s sedated, it could be hours or days. Again, I can’t honestly answer that without knowing what they gave her.”

Doc looks at Sin and says, “I’ll stay with her and keep you informed. We’re going to keep watching her levels.”

Sin asks, “Will she be able to talk again? Does she understand us?”

Greg steps back toward us. “Yes, she hears you, but I don’t think she’ll be able to speak again. The central nervous system is shutting down.”

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