Page 16 of Razor's Edge
Shiloh: Sit close to the door and give me five.
Me: You are a saint!
I take a seat and wait, bouncing my leg.Come on, Shiloh, where are you?After what feels like hours, the door into the back cracks open, and there she is with a small smile.
“Well, come on then,” she sasses with a hand on her hip.
“Oh, hold your horses,” I say, standing too quickly and almost falling over in my heels.
I make it through the door and see Razor standing on the other side of the nurse’s station. “Well, aren’t you one hot momma?” Shiloh asks, looking me up and down.
“Oh yeah, I just got in from dinner when I got the call that my friend’s little girl was here.” I can’t pull my eyes away from him.
“Hope he was worth it,” she says, the tone in her voice drawing my attention to her.
“He was definitely good-looking!” I say with a small smile. Flyboy’s voice brings my attention back to Starla. “Not to be ungrateful or rude, but I need to get over there.”
“No worries, Love. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll do everything I can!” Shiloh pats me on the back before walking away.
I slowly make my way over to Razor. His shoulders are dropped, and his head is hanging. I’ve got to say something so he knows I’m here. After we talk, he kisses me on the head and walks out of the hospital with his phone to his ear.
I step up to the door and lean on the frame, watching as they work on baby Starla. I wrap my arms around myself so I don’t reach out for her. The commotion around Starla slows, and nurses leave one by one until there is only an older nurse and Flyboy left, checking over all the machines. The older nurse turns to me, and for a moment, judgment flickers in her eyes before it’s hidden behind cold indifference.
“She was brought in just in time. She has been sick for several days.” The nurse is so icy, a chill rushes down my spine.
Flyboy finally sees me. “Edge? What are you doing here? Where did Razor go?”
“I’m right here, brother,” Razor says as he places both hands on my shoulders.
“You can come and see her now.” Flyboy steps back, tapping on the tablet the nurse brought him.
“Flyboy, what’s going on? Why is she so sick? She wasn’t like that a few days ago. I would’ve brought her in if she was.” Razor’s grip on my shoulders tightens to the point of pain. I place my hand on his so he’ll relieve some of the pressure.
“We are running some tests. We took blood, put in a catheter to get some urine when she’s finally hydrated enough to pee, and she is on a heart monitor and oxygen. I’ve ordered antibiotics and fluids. Starla had a high fever, was severely dehydrated, and had low oxygen levels. She’s started stabilizing, and we’ll monitor her until she is good as new,” Flyboy finishes before walking out of the room.
Starla is sleeping so still that I would wonder if she was okay if not for the monitors. Razor squats, resting his chin on his interlocked hands, looking at her like she hung the moon. I thought at one time Razor was my forever and he would be looking at our babies the way he is Starla, but that’s not possible.
“Razor, talk to her,” I say quietly.
“I don’t know what to say to her. She looks so fucking little in the bed. My Star Bright!” he whispers, only taking his eye off her for a second.
“Why the fuck is this ugly-ass bitch standing near my daughter,” Star screams from behind me.
Razor looks shocked. “How the fuck did you get here? Pretty Boy was told to keep you at the clubhouse.”
Star looks so smug when the next words come out of her mouth. “I kicked him in the balls, then smashed him over the head with Starla’s lamp.”
“Are you kidding me? You assaulted a brother? You know they can put you out on your ass for that shit.” Razor is so cold I’m thankful he’s not talking to me.
“Well, he wouldn’t let me get to my sweet baby.” Star shrugs, pushing me to go to the side of the bed.
“I want you out of here.” Razor glares.
Star looks over her shoulder at me. I’m taken aback by how red her eyes are and how small her pupils are. “You heard him.” She says, “He wants you out.”
I look away from her to Razor, who doesn’t say anything and just stares at Starla. My completely broken heart proves me wrong and breaks even more. I turn, leaving the room when I spot Flyboy standing at the nurse’s station looking at the tablet. Approaching him, I clear my throat to get his attention.
“Hey, gorgeous, what are you doing out here? Is something wrong with Starla?” he questions.
