a knock on the door, and then Steven entered. “Is this a bad time? I just wanted to check in.”
Holding her hand up to stop, Sandy shook her head. “No, it’s not a bad time. I’ve got to go check on the others. Everything will be all right, I promise.” She pressed a kiss to Sally’s head, and left Steven to deal with that.
Coward!
There was a reason she had never had kids, and one of those reasons was how helpless she had just felt.
Chapter Two
Stink sat in the waiting room chair, sipping his coffee as he listened to Miles read. There was a selection of toys, and all of the kids were sitting in the circle the clubs had created, playing. It was moments like these that Stink wondered why the clubs had gone their separate ways. They had always gotten along beforehand. Then something stupid had been said, by Tiny no less, and everything had fallen apart. He hoped nothing like that happened again. They were much better as friends than as enemies. Stink didn’t even want to think about them being enemies.
“I heard you and the good doctor have a thing going on?” Sinner asked. He was a Chaos Bleeds member.
“You heard right.”
“She’s a hot piece of ass.”
“I’m not going to hurt you in front of the kids, or while we’re in the hospital, but you continue to talk shit about my girl, and I will hurt you.” Stink wasn’t afraid of a fight. He’d proven himself over the years.
“I heard she was a club whore.”
“Again, I won’t forget your shit. Be careful.”
Sinner held his hands up. “Just thought I’d use this time to talk, seeing as we’re going to be here a while.”
“Are you an asshole on purpose?”
“Nope, that is my job,” Dick said, taking a seat beside him.
“Am I just the unlucky one today?” Stink asked.
“Nope, you’re the only one not looking freaked out,” Martha said, coming to sit on Dick’s knee.
Stink was freaked out, but over the years of being part of The Skulls, he’d come to see that reacting on his feelings never helped anyone. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Look around you, everyone is freaked,” Sinner said. “Even I’m finding it fucking hard. Kids are hurting, our women, and our men are all in pain.”
“We’re in the safest place for them. Now, I’m listening to Miles read, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interrupt him.”
Stink leaned forward, but Sinner, Dick, and Martha stayed with them. Hours passed until Sandy finally came toward them, and she actually had a chart in front of her.
Gash got to his feet as did Ripper.
“Everyone is doing okay at the moment,” she said. “I’ve got a list of everything that is going on. First, Sunshine gave birth to a little girl. Alex should be waking up soon. He got a bullet to the thigh that they had to remove. The anesthetic should be wearing off soon. He’ll be grouchy, but that is his personality, so yay.
“Phoebe is doing okay. Her vitals are good, but she had a bullet to the shoulder. Murphy and Fighter are doing okay. Each had a gunshot wound to the stomach. The damage has been repaired, but they need to be checked to make sure there are no leaks with the repair job.”
Tate sighed in relief, bending down to hug her Simon. “Thank God.”
Sandy nodded, going back to her list. “Blaine will be out tomorrow after they’ve ran some tests. The bullet took his ear, but the doctors are hopeful of no permanent damage. Curse is fine, only a few stitches needed. However, Mia lost a lot of blood, and needed a transfusion. She’s doing okay but needs to have an eye kept on her.”
Each person she spoke about left Stink more relieved. They had lost a couple of people, but it seemed they were mostly injured.
“Sally,” Sandy said, and stopped, licking her lips. He saw how hard this was for her. “She’s, um, they may have to amputate from her knee down. The bullet caused too much damage. They have repaired as much as they could in an attempt to keep her leg,