Page 29 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
The doctor turns toward me. “Can I help you, sir?”
“Just here to see my girl.” I walk toward the bed, standing on the opposite side as everyone else. I grab her hand, thankful that I was able to get to her in time.
Neither of us says anything as they finish checking her out.
“We will be back soon, Miss Moore. For the time being you need to stay in bed.” The doctor gives me a nod before exiting the room.
“What happened? How is everyone?” Her eyes plead for answers.
“I don’t know what happened. There was some sort of explosion.” I avoid the second question because honestly there aren’t any real answers right now.
Her hand covers her mouth in shock. “An explosion? Jesus Christ. Did everyone make it out okay?” My silence causes her hands to start shaking. “Tell me.”
I can’t say it.
“Torch.”
I close my eyes. “I don’t really know right now. I’m trying to track everyone down. Whip, Twisted, Nikki, I think they’re all fine. Lucy is in surgery; they don’t know how she’ll be yet or the baby.” A pain shoots through my chest. I can hear Twisted’s scream in my head, echoing his pain.
Her eyes are starting to shed tears. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“It’s just that…Lily. She-she didn’t make it.” Saying the words almost make my knees buckle.
Tracie’s body goes rigid. “No.” Sobs wrack her body as she curls into a ball on the bed. All I can do is stand there rubbing her back, trying to comfort her as I bury the pain she is so freely letting out.
I need to track down everyone else. I need to take stock and see how whole we still are. I also can’t leave her like this. I feel like I’m being pulled in ten different directions and none of them are intersecting. I stand there feeling completely helpless until Tracie’s cries quiet, and her breathing evens out. When I’m sure her cries and misery have exhausted her to the point that she’s passed out, I leave the room in search of more answers.
I head to the desk needing to find Shooter. I’m not a leader. I never have been. I need him to tell me what to do at this point. Normally I’d go to Twisted, but he is in no shape to make rational decisions. I give them his name and the nurse types a few keys on the computer before I see a look of hesitation come across her face.
“Are you family, sir?”
I know how hospitals work and if I say no they won’t tell me a damn thing. “Yes, I’m his son.”
She nods slowly. “I’m sorry to say this, but he passed in the ambulance. They tried to revive him, but they were unsuccessful.”
I don’t answer her.
I can’t.
She has to be wrong.
“Sir, do you need to be checked out? Would you like me to call a nurse for you?”
I turn away from the desk walking back toward the waiting room where I found Whip.
Our president is gone.
Our vice president is in no condition to do anything.
Our club is destroyed.
When I walk in, Whip immediately stands up. I’m sure the look on my face lets him know that something is up. “What happened? Did you find my mom?”
I shake my head. “Shooter, he’s dead.”
I sink into one of the chairs, not able to process everything that’s going on around me.
A doctor comes out of the room and Whip almost runs over to him. “We were able to deliver the baby. She was rushed to the NICU but as of now she is stable. You have to understand that being born this early she cannot breathe on her own so she’s on a ventilator. She also has a feeding tube because her body isn’t able to ingest food orally yet.”
