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cry, but there was no way I was doing it in my cut. Speaking of which, I heard, “We have to call in all gunshot wounds. Do you know what happened to her?”
    I went back to holding my breath. What was Chris going to say?
    “I don’t know what happened. I was outside the whole time.” Chris turned to me after saying this, and motioned for me to come over to her and the doctor.
    I rose to my full height, adjusted my cut, and walked to where they were standing. I just stood there. I wasn’t asked a question, and I wasn’t offering up any information. The doctor eyed my cut, and I could see the recognition working behind his eyes. He nodded , and said something about letting us know when we could see her. The doctor walked away, but I kept standing there, like a zombie.
    “You can go now.”
    “What?” I looked at Chris confused. Where did she think I was going?
    “He saw your cut. No one will ask anymore questions, so I got what I needed out of you. So, you can leave.”
    “I’m not going anywhere.” How the hell could she think I was leaving without seeing Elle?
    “I’m going to the bathroom, and when I get back, you better be gone.” With that, she turned on her heels and left me alone in the waiting area.
    Leave? Where would I go? Home to sit and wait? Fuck that. The woman I loved was in ICU, and I planned to gaze upon my golden goddess before I stepped foot out of this hospital. Life without Elle was not an option. I had to make things right. Fuck. I knew what I had to do. I got the prepay out, and dialed a number I hoped was still in service.
    It rang, and rang , and rang and rang. Fuck. Was he going to pick up? The crashing in my stomach turned into the worst thunderstorm I’d ever experienced. If he didn’t pick up, or someone else did, I was screwed. I’d have to make a trip to St. Louis, and that was about the last thing I wanted to do.
    “Yeah,” a groggy, but familiar voice answered.
    “You still down? Cuz, I’m ready.”
    There was a pause before Ratchet’s nephew responded. “About time, brother.”
    I sighed in relief. He was still prepared to risk his life to get back Ratchet’s MC. “I’ll call you when I’m ready to meet. Gotta handle some things first,” I told him.
    “That bit you had on the back of your bike?” I was silent. Stunned. How did he know about Elle? Fuck, the last thing I wanted was her mixed up in what I was about to do. I heard a light laugh on the other end of the line. “Yeah, we all heard about her. You stash her someplace safe while we do this . Yeah?”
    “I’ll handle it.” I had no idea how I was going to handle it.
    “Be sure ya do.” With that, the line went dead. Silence. But not for long.
    “Mother fucker! Are you deaf? Get out! Get out of my fucking sight before I get the baseball bat outta my mother fucking trunk.” Chris was back from the restroom. I was pretty sure she would go get the bat, regardless of the fact that we were in a hospital.
    “I just want to see her.”
    “I don’t give a fuck what you want, but I’ll tell you what I want.” She still had on her heels from the club, so she was closer to looking me in the eye than most people. As she moved toward me, so did the daggers shooting out of her eyes. “I want your triflin’ ass to get the fuck out of my sight. I want my best friend to not have a bullet hole in her body. I want you to leave and never come back! I want you to fucking die!” With each want , Chris’ voice rose, until it was loud enough to draw security.
    “Get out! Get the fuck out of her e you fucking piece of shit!” I thought the security officers would move towards Chris, but they were coming my way.
    “Please, just let me see her once.”
    “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”  What the fuck? No one seemed to mind the screaming lady in the waiting area?
    I shook the security guard’s grip off my arm, and started to walk away. I turned to Chris right before I stepped into the elevator.