said.
“I know, man. I think she’s OD-ing,” Pan replied.
“Fuck. What do you want to do?” Lefty asked.
“What can we do?”
The sound of retching drove home how quickly Robin was deteriorating.
“Well, we sure as fuck can’t call an ambulance. The only choice we have is to ride it out or get to a hospital,” Lefty suggested.
“I’ll ask Lark.” Pan jogged into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.
Robin’s body contorted as if she were possessed as her body shook. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. A thin line of blood ran from her nose.
Lark sobbed as she held her down. “P-please turn on the cold water. We need to—shock her system.”
He turned on the faucet.
Robin jerked, but never came to. Her body went limp. Her breathing became shallow.
“Lark. We need to make a decision. You know calling an ambulance down here is out,
right?”
“I—I know.”
“We can try to get her to a hospital somewhere near here—?”
Lark climbed into the tub with what appeared to be a lifeless body and held her close as she rocked back and forth.
The overpowering smell of released bowels hit him. I’m watching this woman die. Hell, if she’s still alive. Pan crept toward the tub and lifted her arm, searching for a pulse in her wrist.
“Jesus Christ.”
“I always knew deep down this day would come,” Lark whispered. She stroked her hair
back from her face. “It was never enough for her. Not the rock bottom moments, the damage she caused my heart, her body and every other relationship she ever had. The universe seemed hell bent on keeping her life revolving around drugs. I tried. I’m so sorry I failed you, Robin.” She trailed kisses across her forehead.
Pan’s mind went to his twin. He was taking his brother for granted. All this time he spent pushing him away, he never stopped to think about how little time together they might have left.
The thought was sobering.
“I don’t want her seen like this.”
He knelt beside the tub. “I understand. What do you want me to do?”
“I’ll clean her up and we-we’ll get her into some clothes and then we’ll take her home.”
“You want to smuggle her back?”
She nodded and gazed down at Robin. “Go to where there is no more pain or struggle
sister.”
He stood and backed out, feeling like an interloper on a very private moment.
The three men looked up as he walked in.
“She’s gone.”
“Shit.”
“Lark wants to clean her up and take her back across the border tonight to avoid the red tape.
We’ll follow her on our bikes. The sooner we leave, the better it’ll be for everyone.”
They all muttered their agreement.
They packed up and he helped Lark with the body. She was still warm to the touch and
pliable.
Pan shuddered to think of what would happen soon. They were on a very short timetable.
The mood was tense once they wrapped her up in blankets and covered her with a few empty suitcases. As they drove out of town, they were all sweating bullets. The crossing went smoothly and they were across the border was over in the blink of an eye. They switched her body to an upright position, seat belted her into the back of the car and the Dueling Devils parted ways. The boys rode home to the clubhouse and he lingered behind with Lark. They pulled into the nearest hospital.
Lark parked in the driveway and ran inside. “Please help me, I—I think my sister
overdosed.”
Men and women in blue scrubs rushed to the car and madness descended.
Chapter Five
Disoriented, lark sat in her chair, watching the world continue to rush by. Nurses rushed to and fro, families talked amongst themselves, all like the world hadn’t just ended. With Robin’s past, no one questioned her about the overdose. She’d been pronounced dead and her body had been taken down to the morgue as they awaited her arrangements.
“Come on, I want to take you out of here,” Pan stated firmly.
“But the burial
“I know, man. I think she’s OD-ing,” Pan replied.
“Fuck. What do you want to do?” Lefty asked.
“What can we do?”
The sound of retching drove home how quickly Robin was deteriorating.
“Well, we sure as fuck can’t call an ambulance. The only choice we have is to ride it out or get to a hospital,” Lefty suggested.
“I’ll ask Lark.” Pan jogged into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks in the doorway.
Robin’s body contorted as if she were possessed as her body shook. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. A thin line of blood ran from her nose.
Lark sobbed as she held her down. “P-please turn on the cold water. We need to—shock her system.”
He turned on the faucet.
Robin jerked, but never came to. Her body went limp. Her breathing became shallow.
“Lark. We need to make a decision. You know calling an ambulance down here is out,
right?”
“I—I know.”
“We can try to get her to a hospital somewhere near here—?”
Lark climbed into the tub with what appeared to be a lifeless body and held her close as she rocked back and forth.
The overpowering smell of released bowels hit him. I’m watching this woman die. Hell, if she’s still alive. Pan crept toward the tub and lifted her arm, searching for a pulse in her wrist.
“Jesus Christ.”
“I always knew deep down this day would come,” Lark whispered. She stroked her hair
back from her face. “It was never enough for her. Not the rock bottom moments, the damage she caused my heart, her body and every other relationship she ever had. The universe seemed hell bent on keeping her life revolving around drugs. I tried. I’m so sorry I failed you, Robin.” She trailed kisses across her forehead.
Pan’s mind went to his twin. He was taking his brother for granted. All this time he spent pushing him away, he never stopped to think about how little time together they might have left.
The thought was sobering.
“I don’t want her seen like this.”
He knelt beside the tub. “I understand. What do you want me to do?”
“I’ll clean her up and we-we’ll get her into some clothes and then we’ll take her home.”
“You want to smuggle her back?”
She nodded and gazed down at Robin. “Go to where there is no more pain or struggle
sister.”
He stood and backed out, feeling like an interloper on a very private moment.
The three men looked up as he walked in.
“She’s gone.”
“Shit.”
“Lark wants to clean her up and take her back across the border tonight to avoid the red tape.
We’ll follow her on our bikes. The sooner we leave, the better it’ll be for everyone.”
They all muttered their agreement.
They packed up and he helped Lark with the body. She was still warm to the touch and
pliable.
Pan shuddered to think of what would happen soon. They were on a very short timetable.
The mood was tense once they wrapped her up in blankets and covered her with a few empty suitcases. As they drove out of town, they were all sweating bullets. The crossing went smoothly and they were across the border was over in the blink of an eye. They switched her body to an upright position, seat belted her into the back of the car and the Dueling Devils parted ways. The boys rode home to the clubhouse and he lingered behind with Lark. They pulled into the nearest hospital.
Lark parked in the driveway and ran inside. “Please help me, I—I think my sister
overdosed.”
Men and women in blue scrubs rushed to the car and madness descended.
Chapter Five
Disoriented, lark sat in her chair, watching the world continue to rush by. Nurses rushed to and fro, families talked amongst themselves, all like the world hadn’t just ended. With Robin’s past, no one questioned her about the overdose. She’d been pronounced dead and her body had been taken down to the morgue as they awaited her arrangements.
“Come on, I want to take you out of here,” Pan stated firmly.
“But the burial
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