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"Son of a bitch. Why all the questions, dude? When I refilled my pills I mentioned I was out and couldn't get out of the house. The pharmacy tech said he could do me a solid and get some for me from a friend. So I said yeah. He even dropped it off with the prescription once it was filled. Thought that was solid of him to do."

He looks around the room as his body is shaking and his hand with the gun is trembling while he starts to sweat profusely. Some sort of drug interaction I'm thinkin'. Knowing we are losing precious time before he either overdoses or loses it with the gun, I lean in quickly and grab the gun. Bullet falls back on the couch and seems to be fucking seizing.

"Fuck, Fury, call 911. Momma get me some baking soda. Brick help me get him to his side so he doesn't choke. Bubba call Grace and ask her what to do for a drug overdose of Norco with CBD oil and either Ketamine or some other form of opiate."

Brick and I, as gently as possible, move Bullet to the floor and I grab a throw pillow to put between his body and damaged arm. We roll him on his good side so if he vomits he won't choke. Prez stays behind him, making sure he doesn't lie down on his back. Not our first rodeo. Especially with shit like this unfortunately. We’ve lost a brother or two to drugs in the past. I run into the kitchen, grab a pitcher, fill it with cold water, and pull a dishtowel off the counter. Back in the living room I start putting the cold wet towel on his face and neck, calling out his name.

"Stitch, Grace said no baking soda. If he looks hot remove his clothes, the cold cloth is okay and keep him on his side. Fury called and he is out front waiting to direct in the paramedics. How's the kid doin’?"

I look at Bubba and shake my head.

“Fuck, I have no idea, Bub, as I don't know what he took.”

Hearing the sirens Brick calls my name. Lookin' down I see Bullet breathing erratically and sweating profusely. I continue with the cool cloth and wait for the EMTs to get in here. Maybe they will administer Narcan. It won't hurt but could save the kid's life. Feeling helpless, I do something I haven't done in a while. Fuckin’ pray.

Bubba and Brick pace by each other as they continue to walk back and forth in the ER as we wait for news on what’s going on with the kid. I reached out to Grace and let her know that I don't know how long we will be here, just so she knows as she is 'babysitting' Doc's dad with Damien. She, as usual, is cool hanging there so most of the club is again taking over the emergency room. Momma Molly and Bubba are a wreck. They don't know how to feel, pissed off or just worried. Bullet knows their one rule regarding drugs in their home. I'm hoping this isn't related to drug usage but my gut says it is. Fury comes over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Brother, this shit with the kid is not lettin' go. What the fuck is he thinking? Momma and Bubba don't need this bullshit, especially drugs in their home. I can't fathom where he would have gotten the shit, but we are gonna have to really ride his ass. I don't care if he is our youngest prospect; he's got to realize all actions have consequences. Time he learned that lesson. Fuck, maybe we have been babying him too much ‘cause of his past. Can't do it no more."

Before I can get a word out, the door opens and the emergency room physician enters the waiting room looking around.

"Family for Tim Jambanski?"

Everyone either gets up or walks toward the doctor. Brick gives him a chin lift.

"Whom amongst you are Mr. Jambanski's family? Due to HIPPA I am only allowed to speak with immediate relatives."

"We are Tim's family. How is he, Doc? Is he gonna be okay?"

Hearing Bubba's voice crack, I realize how upset he is. Generally nothin’ gets to him unless it has to do with Momma Molly. I glance at his face and devastation is written all over it.

"Sir, do you give me permission to speak about Mr. Jambanski's condition in front of them?"

Bubba nods and the physician looks at all of us. Straight on eye contact. Immediately the sensation starts to creep up my neck, as my head feels warm. I am suddenly overwhelmed with some unknown emotion. Holy fuck its Bullet's thoughts. The poor fuckin’ kid is scared shitless. He hates being back there alone. I miss the beginning of what the doctor is sayin’, so I shake my head to try and clear so I can pay attention.

"Tim was very lucky. We did a blood panel and he has high levels of Desoxyn. You probably haven't heard of this drug, as you have all seen, the side effects can be dangerous and life-threatening. Not sure how he was prescribed these pills, but from the bottle you brought in he should have gotten pain medication. Instead he received Desoxyn 25 mg and took two pills, at least. I doubt any of you know but Desoxyn is a prescription form that mimics methamphetamine. He is lucky you got to him in time. We pumped his stomach, checked his arm to make sure he didn't do any further damage. He is a bit confused and will be sore and have a headache for a while. I've contacted the police, as I'm not sure how this drug was prescribed in place of pain medication. Seeing your leather vests, I am assuming you are a motorcycle gang. This situation might be because of that or Tim has some serious enemies. He should be able to go home in a couple of hours. Does anyone have any questions?"

"Doc, thanks for all you did for our boy. Just to clarify we are an MC, which is a motorcycle club. And we are just as concerned as you are as how this happened. Tim is one of the easiest and friendliest guys around, so enemies? Don't think so. Momma and I will take him home when he is ready. Can you make sure someone explains everything we need to know before his discharge? Stitch, can you stick around to make sure we get everything right?"

Before I reply Brick steps up.

"Bubba, no one is leavin’ until Bullet is ready and we will all be taking him home. Thanks again, Doctor, for all you and your team did, it is greatly appreciated. And we agree, when the cops get here we will be making a report. This is very concerning to say the least. This could have turned out a lot worse, especially if this mistake happened to a young child. Is it possible it could have been a horrendous mistake at the pharmacy? We’re all close to Tim so him doing drugs not a possibility. Maybe a possible explanation is the pharmacy made an error that might explain this. Also we need to get that CBD oil to a lab. Something is up with that shit; I mean stuff, as it has something gritty in it.”

The doctor again glances at each of us, nods, and then he turns and goes back through the doors. You can almost hear a sigh of relief in the waiting room. I go to Momma, pulling her close to me. She immediately wraps her arms around my middle and gives me a squeeze. Just as quick, I feel her shoulders startin’ to shake and I know she is finally lettin’ it out. I direct her to a chair and gently place her in. Grabbing her hands, I scrunch down in front of her.

"Momma, he is gonna be okay. We are all here for him. This too will pass. A rough patch, nothin' else. Gotta stay positive no matter what, isn't that what you always tell us?"

"Stitch, thank you, son. I was trying to be strong, but he has gone through so much in his young life. He needs a break. Thanks for sticking around, I know you’re tired. Go give Grace an update. I'm gonna send a prospect to get some coffee, what do you want? Seems like it’s going to be another long night, after all."

Giving her hands a squeeze, I give her my order and then per my directions, I go call my fiancée with an update.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Grace

Damn our lives have been crazy. Like Francis the week before, folks are out at work with the flu so everyone not sick is putting in extra hours. Not to mention Damien's homework is killing me. I thought I was pretty intelligent until I saw what he was learning at nine years old for Christ’s sake.

On top of that, I've been trying to help Momma Molly with Bullet as much as I can. If I'm not at the Smiths’ house then Francis or Doc are. If Doc is, then Damien and I either go to his house or bring his pop back to ours, as he can't be home alone. This pace is killing me as much as what’s going on at the club. Francis shares some, but just by the way he is acting and the number of excruciating headaches he is experiencing, I know he is using his skills more than he usually does.

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