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Razor scanned the group. “Hellcat! Go get my medical bag from my right saddlebag. I’m parked outside.”
Hellcat didn’t ask questions but rushed past Razor. “Back in a flash, Razor.” As he passed, Razor noticed Hellcat’s jeans held splotches of blood.
Razor slowed and dropped to his knees next to the bleeding man. “What happened, Vex?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Grabbing the bottom of Vex’s soaked T-shirt, Razor ripped it from the hem to the neckline to expose the obvious wound.
He shook his head at the biker’s abdomen. “What the fuck is this? Did you try to superglue a stab wound together and then come to work?”
“I’ve seen you do it,” Vex joked. “It didn’t seem too hard.” The biker known as a pain in the ass by the MC looked bad. All the color had vanished from his face.
“Not too hard,” Razor repeated, and shook his head in disbelief. “How much blood did you lose at home?” he demanded, probing the exterior of the cut. From Vex’s grimaces and movements alone, Razor knew it was serious.
“It wasn’t that bad. Like a surface wound. I hit a few potholes on the way in on my bike. Then, I picked up that box. That jogged everything loose.” Vex grimaced at the nearby crate with the dark stain.
“Someone grab me some bottles of water. A lot. And clean towels.”
“Fuck. Stop digging on me.” Vex grunted in pain.
“The knife nicked a blood vessel inside you. When you decided to haul around some heavy shit, you tore something open. I’m attempting to figure out how fucked you are.” Razor didn’t mince his words. The injury concerned him greatly. If his intestines were involved, the infection would be vicious.
“Someone called an ambulance, right?” Razor demanded.
“No, I’ll be fine,” Vex said firmly. He grabbed Razor’s hand and forced the MC doctor to pay attention to him. “I can’t go to the hospital, Razor.”
“You may have to, Vex. Where the hell is Hellcat?”
“Here, Razor. Those damn buckles on your saddlebags slowed me down.” Hellcat knelt by his side and opened the bag, spreading it widely. “Tell me how to help you.”
“Nurse Hellcat. I’m going to die,” Vex joked. Razor pressed the towel Fury handed him against the wound, and Vex groaned deeply.
“No one’s dying today, asshole,” Razor said and nodded at Hellcat. “Thanks. Pour one of those bottles of water over my hands. Fury, press hard on the wound. Don’t pay attention to his whining.”
With the blood washed off, Razor grabbed some gloves. He was working backward, but he now had a clue about the state of the cut. Vex was like a cat. He had nine lives. Well, maybe six left after this fiasco.
“I need alcohol,” Razor stated firmly.
“Damn. Me too,” Vex said. His voice sounded softer than usual. Time was essential now.
“Oh, you’ll get some,” Razor told him. “Grab the emergency vodka. And a bottle of orange juice.” Fury ran toward the breakroom where the MC stored a fifth frozen in the refrigerator. It had come in handy in the past.
Razor had gloves on and had pulled a syringe full of Novocain by the time Hellcat returned. “Vex, swallow two good draws of vodka. This is going to hurt. Then start working on that orange juice.”
“Mmm, a screwdriver. I like those.” Vex took two big swigs from the cold bottle.
When he lifted the vodka to his lips for a third time, Razor pulled the towel away and ordered, “Fury, grab the alcohol. Pour it over his abdomen. Drench the opening and the surrounding skin.”
A strangled scream burst from Vex’s throat. “Razor, tell me you didn’t do that because I beat you at poker last time.”
“Yeah, that’s why. Don’t move. Pokes,” Razor warned and methodically distributed the deadening agent around the two-inch gash. He counted a few seconds and then added more injections inside Vex’s abdominal cavity.
The pain level was challenging, but Vex held perfectly still. It didn’t surprise him to discover how tough Vex was. His backstory definitely wasn’t a fairytale.
He stopped to explain to Vex what was happening. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch. My guess is the asshole got you as you were pulling away.”
When Vex nodded, Razor continued. “As far as I can see without being in an emergency department and having some definitive images, it looks like the knife did some damage to the muscles and skin only. I’ve numbed you the best I can. I’d move you to the health quarters, but I have to stop this bleeding now. If you can hold still, I’ll stitch everything up.”
“Do it.” Vex closed his eyes.
“Drink the damn juice, Vex,” Razor reminded him, giving the man something to think about as he got ready. Fury placed the small open bottle into Vex’s hand. Vex blindly lifted the orange nectar to his lips and drained it.
