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Authors: Crystal Spears
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ZZ growls.
He’s being a pain in the ass.
“Be careful not to move the shards in her leg,” one of the EMT guys point out.
Shards? As in more than one?
FUCK!
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” he responds.
More than he already has, I want to add, but I decide that wouldn’t be a good thing to say right now. He looks ready to kill and the EMT’s wouldn’t know I’m talkin mentally.
“Hurry the hell up would ya. I’m in a lot of pain here,” I groan.
They finally stop the pissing match long enough to lay me flat on the stretcher and strap me in. My body feels cold and I express that to the EMT’s because I really don’t know what kind of blood I’ve lost.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital, baby,” ZZ whispers against my forehead.
“Yeah, okay.”
I shut my eyes as they wheel me away.
Chapter 10
ZZ
I watch as they take Storm out to the ambulance. I have all these fucked up emotions rollin through me right now. I’m not good with emotions. Not used to them. I can’t believe she saved my daughter’s life. She risked her own life to save my daughters, like her life wasn’t worth something too. I don’t understand it. I’m fuckin thankful. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But. What. The. Fuck?
“ZZ, go to the hospital. I’ll take Tatiana back to the compound.” Shadow says, standing next to me.
I rub my temples before sliding my shades back over my eyes. Too many emotions flying across my eyes right now for all to see. My daughter grabs my arm, forcing my attention to her. “Go Dad, I’ll be fine. She needs someone.”
I embrace my daughter one more time before heading out. I feel for Braxxon having to clean up this shit. I hate talking with cops, but then again, who doesn’t? Not one person utters a word to me or looks in my direction as I leave the ma and pop restaurant. Not even the cops. I wonder what facial expression is showing on my face. It must be pretty fucking scary if they won’t even look at me.
I reach for my cross and grip it tightly as I straddle m’lady. I’m not all that religious, but I do believe in a higher power. That’s all I’m gonna say. The entire ride to the hospital goes by in a blur. I don’t know if it was my mind or the speed I was going, but something was going a hundred miles an hour. I guess I’ll say it was both, my mind and my bike.
When I walk in to the hospital, my entire body shudders as I spot the old receptionist. If I have to flirt with her to get the information I need, I’m gonna be pissed.
I clear my throat before I speak, lift my shades up, and decide to take a direct approach first to see where that gets me. “Hi, I’m looking for the woman they just brought in by ambulance. Her name is Apple Martini.”
The gray haired woman looks up and smiles, her stained false teeth straight horrifying the fuck outta me.
“Are you a relative?” she rasps.
“No ma’am,” I say honestly and nicely. The older ones like respect. “But I’m the only family she’s got.”
She smiles even wider before typing on her computer.
“Ah, yes. They’ve already schedule her for surgery. She’s being prepped.”
The old woman grabs a brochure looking thing and uses a pen to draw a few lines. When she hands it to me, I feel almost like a dumbass that I thought it was a brochure. It’s a fucking hospital map.
“Follow that path I drew you young man. It will getcha where you need to go.”
“Thank you,” I tell her before walking away. I’m not usually such a thankful person. But today I am. Storm saved my daughter’s life and this old woman treated me like a normal person.
Another reason to be thankful added to today’s ever-growing fucking list is because if that old receptionist hadn’t drawn a follow-me-idiot line, my ass would’ve gotten lost. Two elevator rides and about ten hallways later, I reach the nurses station in the O.R. wing.
Dammit! It’s a guy nurse.
“I’m looking for information on my friend Apple Martini,” I say
He’s being a pain in the ass.
“Be careful not to move the shards in her leg,” one of the EMT guys point out.
Shards? As in more than one?
FUCK!
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” he responds.
More than he already has, I want to add, but I decide that wouldn’t be a good thing to say right now. He looks ready to kill and the EMT’s wouldn’t know I’m talkin mentally.
“Hurry the hell up would ya. I’m in a lot of pain here,” I groan.
They finally stop the pissing match long enough to lay me flat on the stretcher and strap me in. My body feels cold and I express that to the EMT’s because I really don’t know what kind of blood I’ve lost.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital, baby,” ZZ whispers against my forehead.
“Yeah, okay.”
I shut my eyes as they wheel me away.
Chapter 10
ZZ
I watch as they take Storm out to the ambulance. I have all these fucked up emotions rollin through me right now. I’m not good with emotions. Not used to them. I can’t believe she saved my daughter’s life. She risked her own life to save my daughters, like her life wasn’t worth something too. I don’t understand it. I’m fuckin thankful. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But. What. The. Fuck?
“ZZ, go to the hospital. I’ll take Tatiana back to the compound.” Shadow says, standing next to me.
I rub my temples before sliding my shades back over my eyes. Too many emotions flying across my eyes right now for all to see. My daughter grabs my arm, forcing my attention to her. “Go Dad, I’ll be fine. She needs someone.”
I embrace my daughter one more time before heading out. I feel for Braxxon having to clean up this shit. I hate talking with cops, but then again, who doesn’t? Not one person utters a word to me or looks in my direction as I leave the ma and pop restaurant. Not even the cops. I wonder what facial expression is showing on my face. It must be pretty fucking scary if they won’t even look at me.
I reach for my cross and grip it tightly as I straddle m’lady. I’m not all that religious, but I do believe in a higher power. That’s all I’m gonna say. The entire ride to the hospital goes by in a blur. I don’t know if it was my mind or the speed I was going, but something was going a hundred miles an hour. I guess I’ll say it was both, my mind and my bike.
When I walk in to the hospital, my entire body shudders as I spot the old receptionist. If I have to flirt with her to get the information I need, I’m gonna be pissed.
I clear my throat before I speak, lift my shades up, and decide to take a direct approach first to see where that gets me. “Hi, I’m looking for the woman they just brought in by ambulance. Her name is Apple Martini.”
The gray haired woman looks up and smiles, her stained false teeth straight horrifying the fuck outta me.
“Are you a relative?” she rasps.
“No ma’am,” I say honestly and nicely. The older ones like respect. “But I’m the only family she’s got.”
She smiles even wider before typing on her computer.
“Ah, yes. They’ve already schedule her for surgery. She’s being prepped.”
The old woman grabs a brochure looking thing and uses a pen to draw a few lines. When she hands it to me, I feel almost like a dumbass that I thought it was a brochure. It’s a fucking hospital map.
“Follow that path I drew you young man. It will getcha where you need to go.”
“Thank you,” I tell her before walking away. I’m not usually such a thankful person. But today I am. Storm saved my daughter’s life and this old woman treated me like a normal person.
Another reason to be thankful added to today’s ever-growing fucking list is because if that old receptionist hadn’t drawn a follow-me-idiot line, my ass would’ve gotten lost. Two elevator rides and about ten hallways later, I reach the nurses station in the O.R. wing.
Dammit! It’s a guy nurse.
“I’m looking for information on my friend Apple Martini,” I say
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