Page 41 of Fiend
Demon walks up to us, staring at War.
“War,” Demon says, lifting his chin.
“Demon! What the fuck happened! We need to talk,” War growls.
“I understand, let’s go to my office,” Demon says, nodding.
“I need to see Fiend,” I say, not caring about MC politics.
Stupid fuckers.
“Poison, take her to Slash,” Demon says, nodding.
“Right,” Poison says, nodding. “Autumn, follow me.”
I don’t respond, my throat feels closed, and I blink my eyes to clear the tears.
Poison takes my arm, and we walk towards the secured area. We walk through the door, down the hall towards the end.
Poison looks at me and knocks.
“Come in,” a voice says.
“That’s Slash, the MC’s doctor,” Poison says.
Poison opens the door, and we walk inside. It’s a large room with several other rooms, each with a bed. It appears that the main room is where Slash tends to the Brothers. The other rooms must be where they recover.
“Poison,” Slash says, lifting his chin.
“Where’s Fiend,” Poison asks.
“He’s in the last room, but he’s resting,” Slash says, nodding.
“Can we see him,” Poison asks.
“Yeah, but he looks awful, but he’s going to recover. He broke an arm, has a mild concussion, two broken ribs, and I removed the bullet in his thigh,” Slash says, nodding.
“Oh wow,” I say, covering my mouth.
“Don’t worry, he looks worse than he is. He is hurting, but he will be okay,” Slash says, smiling.
“I need to see him,” I say, wide-eyed.
“Go and see him. I’ll wait for you,” Poison says, nodding.
“Thanks,” I say, in a low voice.
I walk towards the room with heavy legs, my gut in knots, and a heavy heart. I’m so scared, and I need to believe that, Slash, Josh is going to be okay. I stop at the door, close my eyes, and walk inside.
I walk inside the room and stop next to him. I take his hand and kiss it. I stare at his face, relaxed in sleep. He looks younger, softer than when he’s awake. The hard edges are gone, but he’s beautiful, still a badass, sexy biker.
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I wipe them. I can’t believe that I almost lost him, and I didn’t even know it. I stand next to the bed, holding his hand.
A while later, Slash walks into the room. He takes his vitals and looks at me.
“Let me get you a chair so you can relax,” Slash says.
“Thank you,” I say, nodding.
