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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Ky
We’d been sitting there for hours with no word. A few more brothers had shown up and a few had gone to help out with the search for Ingram.
Iron made it clear that I was to stay put. I wanted to fight him, but in the end, I saw that he knew what was best. I was a mess and barely holding myself together. As much as it killed me, I stayed there because I had a feeling that I would only fuck things up further if I went along.
My only hope was that she had her cell phone on her and that they wouldn’t even think to check. I couldn’t imagine that things had changed so much that they started letting those into the camp. So I prayed that they didn’t even think or know that they would need to look for something like that.
Everything was all wrong. This night had gone from hope-filled to a nightmare in an instant. I could only imagine how Ingram must have been feeling. I should have seen his coming. I really should have. Sure Ingram left and once that happened you were pretty much forgotten. But Ingram situation was different, she was carrying the leaders baby. It was stupid of me. Careless. I should have been prepared for anything and everything and I simply was too busy trying to bury my head in the sand. It was all too much and yes, I did try, but was it really enough? No. I’d definitely say not because Ingram was God knew where and probably scared out of her fucking mind.
“Sir,” a nurse said as she stepped into the room.
“Hi, yes,” I said as I shot to my feet.
“I just wanted to let you know that he is out of surgery. The doctor will be in shortly to give you an update.”
She flashed a tight smile then backed out of the room before I could even thank her.
I could only hope that it meant that Chris was okay.
We all looked around at each other, the somber tone of the room lifted only slightly.
It was about twenty minutes later when a middle-aged man walked in and asked for me. I told him that he could speak freely in front of everyone. The doctor explained that Chris had lost a lot of blood and since Brand had been able to give them his blood type not long after he got here, they were able to get him what he needed fast enough. I mean, that was the boiled down version of what the doc said. I was trying to follow along as best as I could.
“The was a small nick to his lower intestine, we were able to clamp it and stop the bleeding. I don’t foresee him having any problems in the future, but of course, there are things that can happen,” the doctor said with a tight smile. “We’ll be giving him antibiotics and monitoring him closely for the next twenty-four hours.”
And as for the one on his neck, what I got out of that was that it would leave a nasty scar but it didn’t go deep enough to do any real damage.
In other words, Chris was going to be okay.
I nearly collapsed with relief.
“The next two weeks he’s going to be sore and he will probably need help getting around. I recommend that he doesn’t do anything strenuous and tries to rest as much as possible. Things like getting up and down are going to be painful and should be kept to a minimum. Your fiancé is very lucky, a wound like that could have been a lot worse.”
When he called Chris my fiancé, I simply cut my eyes over to Iron and gave a quick shrug. I wasn’t going to even try and explain it right then and there. I was a bit nervous that most of the club had heard that only because that wasn’t how I wanted to tell them. I mean, it wasn’t like Chris was actually my fiancé, but it sort of hinted to what was there.
I just hoped Chris didn’t hate me.
I’d let him down.
I’d gotten him stabbed and scarred.
I wasn’t able to protect him or Ingram.
I knew I’d forever carry that on my shoulders and I wouldn’t hate him a little if he blamed me too.
“He’s resting now, but if you’d like to see him, I can show you back there.”
I hesitated and glanced at Brand. While I really wanted to be there with Chris, it wasn’t right for me to deny Brand from seeing him.
“We both need to see him,” Brand said taking a step forward and clapping me on the back.
He didn’t leave any room for the doctor to argue and so the man just nodded his head and turned on his heels. The walls seemed to close in on me as we walked the long hall.
“Here we are. I’ll come by and check on him in a little while.”
The doctor left us just outside the door. I pushed it opened slowly afraid of what I’d see when I stepped into the room.
