Page 24 of Razor's Edge
“Raz?”There’s so much fucking blood.“Fuck, brother, shake yourself out of it and go check on your woman,” Pretty Boy says, shaking my shoulder.
His words bring my brain back online, and I rush to Edge’s room. She’s on the bed in nothing but her underwear as Flyboy moves around her. She wouldn’t want any of these assholes to see her like this.
“Everyone out!” I demand.
“Brother, we just want to know what’s going on.” Duck says.
“I don’t give a fuck what your reason is. Everyone outnow. We’ll let everyone know when Flyboy knows something,” I retort, standing nose-to-nose with my brother.
We stare each other down for a long moment before he nods and walks out. I sigh, turning back to my woman. Flyboy works quietly, trying to stop the bleeding from her head. I step close to the bed, drawing her attention.
“If you are going to be here, help me. She is bleeding, and I can’t find where it’s coming from. Put pressure on the wound on her leg. Fuck,fuck,” Flyboy grumbles. I move quickly, placing pressure on Edge’s wound, causing her to moan in pain.
“Fuck, Siri, call Riley.” His watch answers him by calling her. The phone only rings for a moment before a sleepy voice answers.
“This better be fucking good, Flyboy, or I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass, it’ll take surgery to remove it!”
“As fascinating as that sounds, I need your help, Sunshine!” Flyboy replies. Even though he’s talking, his hands never stop moving as he works to stem the flow of blood coming from seemingly everywhere.
“You always need my help. What is it this time? Handsy Mandy or Loose Lip Lucy? If you didn’t have so many—” Flyboy cuts her off.
“Sunshine, this is not the fucking time. I need your help at the clubhouse right fucking now. Bring your med bag and fucking hurry.”
“Fuck, Fly! I don’t know if I can. I can’t—I can’t be there. I can’t.”
“Sunshine, you can do this. I know you can. Edge needs help, or she’s not going to make it. You can do this. I’ll be with you the whole time, and Razor, who you’ve already met, will meet you at the door and be with you the whole time,” Flyboy says in a tone he’s never used before.
There’s a deep breath on the other end of the line. “Okay, I’ll be there in less than five.”
“That’s my girl!” Flyboy says, still using the same tone. He disconnects the call, then turns to me, “Razor, how’s it going on where you are?”
“I don’t know if she’s still bleeding. But blood is still pooling around her.” Fear rushes through me.
Flyboy’s watch dings, and he glances at me. “She’s here. Go meet her at the door.” I look at him like he’s lost his fucking mind. I can’t believe he wants me to leave my woman like this!
“Brother, she has issues with being in the clubhouse. I need her and her medic bag to save Edge, sogo fucking get her.” Flyboy demands.
I walk out of Edge’s room to find most of my brothers standing around and Little Red standing with Duck. I shake my head as I move toward the front door. I open it and wave the prospect to open the gate, allowing the old beat-up SUV to pull through. I can’t see who’s driving it through the sun’s glare on the windshield. The nurse who helped me feed Starla at the hospital is out steps when it's parked. However, this time, she is in shorts and a tank top with her long brown hair in a wild knot. She takes only a second before grabbing her bag and closing the door.
“Where does he need me?” she asks in a tone that betrays the fear swimming in her chocolate eyes.
“This way.” My tone is probably a lot sterner than it should be. She gives me a stiff nod, following close. We make it through the clubhouse door, and her shaking worsens.
“Are you going to make it?”
“I got this. Just get me to them,” she says so quietly that I almost don’t hear her.
We get through the door, and she transforms into a whole new person. Confidence floods through her, and she steps in, helping Flyboy without question. They work together magically. She gives him what he needs before he can ask. I stand out of the way, watching them work and praying that they can save her.
My phone dings, bringing my eyes away from the angel fighting for her life, seeing a call coming from Vixen. I sigh, not wanting to answer but knowing she won’t stop until I do.
“Yeah?”
“Tell me she is okay. Razor, tell me I’m not losing her.” There are tears in her wobbly and uncertain voice—unlike Vixen. But Edge is her cousin, her bestie, her ride-or-die, so I get her emotions are at the forefront right now.
“I don’t know, Vix. I truly don’t know. They are still working on her,” I say, rubbing my eyebrows and fighting back the headache. Vixen’s sob breaks the small piece inside holding the rage back.
“She will make it, Vixen,” I tell her with forced conviction.
