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"What the fuck was that? Fury, how do you know that shit? You sound like a goddamn doctor from one of those fucking medical shows on TV. How do you know any of that? Explain, brother, ‘cause you’re freaking me the fuck out right now. Makes me wonder what else we don’t know about you."

Fury folds his arms on his chest and stares back at Beast. Now watching them both, I think to myself what a fuckin’ battle that would be. Beast has height and bulk but Fury has speed and patience. And Fury knows how to fight to do the most damage while Beast is a street brawler. As time goes by with no explanation Beast gets impatient but before he spits even another word Fury answers him.

"Not that it is anyone's business but mine, Brother. In my prior life before this club, I was pursuing my degree as a physician. Yeah, go ahead and laugh, asshole, but it runs in my father's side. My father, his father, and his father were all surgeons or physicians of some kind. But decided that path wasn't for me so here I stand. Should we start singing “Kumbaya” and hold hands now or can we get down to the business at hand?”

As Beast would, he takes offense and both Chains and I have to hold him back from wailing on Fury. The beast has been awakened in him so as we struggle to contain him, Fury walks right up to him and puts a hand to what looks to be his shoulder. One minute Beast is standing; the next he is going down. We gently put him on the floor as Fury turns and heads to where Doc is looking over Bullet. Chains’s and my mouths drop right open, not sure what the fuck just happened.

"What's your assessment, Doc? Can you fix him up or are we taking him in to the ER?"

"As you know, Fury, I can only do so much. He needs surgery on his arm. Ribs nothing can be done, but probably a CT on the head to determine if he has a concussion. His nose needs to be set, that I can do with some tape. Best option for Bullet is to get him into the ER, ASAP; he is starting to crash from shock. Someone is gonna need to contact Momma Molly and Bubba so they can be there. If I'm not mistaken, he is on Bubba's insurance."

Fury reaches into his pocket. I finally break out of my trance and tell him to make the call to Bubba. I also pull my phone out and call Grace. She is at the hospital clinic today and want to give her a heads-up.

"Darlin', hey. Got a situation. Probably in the next fifteen minutes or less Bullet is gonna enter the ER. He was jumped and beat to shit; can you try and make sure you’re there to smooth things over? He is in pretty bad shape, Grace. Fury and Doc think he will need surgery on his arm, not to mention some broken ribs and a possible concussion. Chains is callin' an ambulance but wanted to give you a heads-up. See ya shortly."

I hang up before she has a moment to say much of anything. Time is of the essence and this kid needs fuckin' medical help now.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Grace

Knowing probably the entire club is impatiently waiting on word about Bullet's condition, I leave Momma Molly and Bubba with him, as the staff readies him for his pending emergency surgery on his shattered arm. Seeing the concern and obvious love for this young man in the faces of these two adults amazes me. It also goes to the old saying of, Don't judge a book by its cover. Momma Molly and Bubba look like what they are, hard-core bikers. But they are also amazing folks who have taken a young person into their home and hearts unconditionally. And their concern is written all over their faces.

I glance at the physician who nods my way, and I give him a responding acknowledgement prior to leaving the ER to go talk to Bullet's club family. As I walk through the emergency room, I see we are at full capacity; so guessing the waiting room is packed with all the overflow. I walk out of the mechanical doors, turn the corner, and come to an abrupt stop.

Half of the waiting area has each and everyone of the Grimm Wolves MC standing, sitting, and lounging against walls. As soon as Francis looks up, he’s on his feet with Brick, Fury, and Chains up front; the remainder of members, prospects, and family members following close behind. Francis reaches out, pulling me close, and giving me a quick kiss on the lips, adjusting me to his side for support.

"Grace, how is the kid doing? What’s his prognosis? Is Bullet gonna be okay? Come on, woman, don't hold back our lil’ brother is back there."

"Chains, for fuck’s sake, give her a moment and quit barking at my woman, you twat. She’s been working to get information on Bullet since we got here. Let her get her bearings and she’ll share with us what she’s got. There is something called PHI that she can't violate, dude, she can lose her job for Christ's sake."

I glance at Francis, realizing yet again he always has my back. How he would know that I was concerned about revealing PHI is beyond me but I can guess. I smile at him and then turn to the MC that is crowding around us.

"Bullet is being prepped to go to surgery as we speak. I can speak to you as he and Bubba signed paperwork allowing me to release his results etc. His CT came back good, no brain bleeds or hemorrhaging so they are good to go to get him into surgery. Already received some stitches and his ribs are going to be sore but not much we can do. The arm is another issue entirely. His ulna is fractured in three places and the orthopedic is going to go in and place a rod and pins to put it back together. He is unsure if he will require a plate also. He will be in a cast with an immobilizing external rod for at least four to six weeks, then a regular cast for another four weeks.

“Bullet will have to work through some intense physical therapy. This is going to be a long road but he is young and strong, so we don't expect any further complications at this time. The only thing the orthopedist is concerned about is infection, so the first forty-eight to seventy-two hours will be critical. If anyone wants to see him before he is taken down to surgery, let me know and I'll try to get you back there. He should be on his way in less than thirty minutes. Any questions?"

"How much is this shit gonna cost? I don't even know if the kid has health insurance and how does that affect his outcome? Grace, he needs his arm fixed to get through life. Son of a bitch, he is just a fuckin’ kid. How the hell did this happen and why to him? He doesn't have the life experiences each of us has, and we would have had a better chance to fight back. Goddamn it, he should have never gone alone. Always trying to prove his worth, which of course we, his brothers, know already."

Everyone stares at Beast, as that is the most I've ever heard him speak without causing a ruckus. Personally didn't know he had it in him to be so caring. From what Francis has shared on his current treatment of his woman, Cathy, and their child, Rider, makes me think he’s a total asshole.

"Beast, the kid has been on Bubba's plan since they became his guardians. And he can stay on ‘til he is like twenty-six so that is taken care of. Grace, I'm not only concerned for Bullet but also for Momma Molly and Bubba. They aren't getting any younger and I think this is gonna hit them hard. We all need to take a vested interest in making sure they are hanging in. For Bullet let's get some shit together to keep his mind working while he is recovering. We don't want him to lose his ever-lovin’ fucking mind. So who volunteers to pick up a new iPad, gaming unit, and some junk food for the kid? As we all know junk food and gaming is the way to this kid’s heart.

“Also get a couple sweet butts to clean and disinfect his room at Momma's house. I know Momma is clean but the kid is a pig, to say the least. I want it cleaned from top to bottom. If we need to get some prospects involved grab Tiny, Velvet, and Iron to get their asses over. Maybe paint the room and get some new furniture in there, including new mattress, a reclining chair, and side table so he can have options to relax. If ya’ll remember his room is pretty bare right now with all the club’s secondhand shit.

Another thing someone go pick up a flat-screen TV with the gaming unit and stereo shit too. Take it out of the petty cash. If there isn't enough let me know. Also send some sweet butts to coordinate with Momma and get their asses to the grocery store. Momma and Bubba are gonna need our help. So let's give it to them."

Everyone is starring at Brick with their mouths open. How the fuck did he know all that needed to be done? Francis and Fury are shaking their heads with huge smiles on their faces. Before anyone can say a word, Fury clears his throat and smiles at Brick.

"Welcome back, Prez, welcome the fuck back."

Surgery went a lot longer than the surgeon anticipated, as the bone was so severely fractured so they had to try to rebuild Bullet's ulna with a plate, pins, and a rod. He is being transferred to the recovery unit and eventually will be transferred to a room. Brick was adamant that he has his own room and also that one of the brother's stay with him at all times.

This recent action is provoking a war between two MCs and the Grimm Wolves are not taking any chances. I spoke to admittance and thank God most rooms are now private. They were able to get a room with a couch that has a pullout bed. First watch is going to Chains, which in my opinion is the best one to be present. Not only does he not have the family responsibilities as many others do, as far as I know; plus he is truly scary. I know I wouldn't want to walk in a room with bad intentions and see him sitting there waiting.

I feel arms circle me, pulling me close. Knowing instantly it is Francis I relax against him. He nibbles my neck and then turns me. I gaze at his face, seeing the concern in his eyes for his friend.

"It was a long surgery but everything looks good. With time and patience Bullet should heal fine. You guys are going to have to ride his young ass to stay still and listen to what his physician orders. He can't push it or all this will be for nothing. Probably won't ride this season and next season will depend on how he gets through physical therapy. But he will have use of his hand."

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