Page 12 of A Hurt So Good

It doesn’t take long to have the three of them laid out on the floor.

“Looks like the party is over,” Harlon announces as he steps over one and moves toward the door. I follow behind him when I see the little blonde who started it all. I raise my eyebrow at her,w and she quickly scurries away.

We head outside just as my phone chimes and I slide it out, seeing a message from Denz.

“Fuck. She’s having surgery,” I mumble as I read the message.

“Who? Sasha?”

“Yeah. Denz said it was her appendix.”

“Fuck, man. Let’s head over there then,” Harlon says as we make our way to the car. We climb in just as I hear sirens.

“You think they called?” I ask, looking at my brother as he starts the car and pulls off.

“More than likely. They’re a bunch of bitches.” I snort a laugh as we take off down the road toward the hospital. It doesn’t take us long to get there and find Denz.

“Why do you have blood on your hand?” Denz asks, but I just shrug.

“Just a little incident.” Denz laughs, knowing what our little incidents are. He nods his head as we sit down in the waiting room with him.

“Heard anything?” Harlon asks.

“No. Not yet. They said it was pretty bad and needed to come out as soon as possible.”

“Shit, Denz. This is something her mom should be here for,” Harlon adds. He isn’t wrong. However, she cares more about her liquor bottle than anything else. Even her kids.

“Fuck her. We’re all she needs,” he snaps. I slap a hand on his shoulder, letting him know we’re all here for her and him. That’s what we do. We’re brothers.

It seems like hours pass by, and we don’t hear anything until, finally, a doctor comes out looking for us. We stand and listen to what he has to say. Sasha did well and is on her way to her room. He said we can go up there and see her. Denz blows out a big breath. I know he was worried about her; we all were.

“She good, Denz,” I remind him.

“I don’t get scared, War. Of nothing but thinking about losing her, I can’t, man.”

“You’re not going to lose her. She’s good, man. Nothing to worry about,” I remind him. He nods, and we follow the directions to her room. When we walk in, she glances over with groggy eyes.

“All of you are here?” she mumbles.

“You want us to leave?” I ask. She smirks a little.

“Not a chance in hell.” We all chuckle as we move closer to the bed. Denz takes one chair, and I take the other. Harlon leans against the wall, smiling at her.

“How you feeling?”

“Like they cut me open even though it was just a little spot,” she says.

“That little spot will still hurt,” Denz tells her. She nods her head when her eyes go to Harlon.

“Will you lay with me?” She asks him. He doesn’t even have to answer. He moves toward the bed, and she scoots over the best she can, and he climbs in next to her. Out of the three of us, Harlon is the softer one. He’s the more emotional one, and that’s who Sasha looks to when she isn’t feeling well. He knows how to handle it better than we do.

“How’s that?” he asks, sliding his arm under her neck. She moves in closer to him and her eyes slowly flutter closed. Denz chuckles at how quickly she fell asleep.

“At least she only has to be here for a day or two,” I say as I stretch my arms above my head.

“Yeah. I don’t know how long I can sit in this damn room without going insane,” Denz adds.

“No shit. It’s like a jail cell.”

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