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heavily, almost too forceful.
    “Just one moment,” he says, not even looking up at me.
    “Listen, I don’t have one fucking moment. She’s someone I care about and she just took some glass in the fuckin leg savin my daughter,” I grit out.
    Douchebag looks up rather angrily, but that look fades as he takes in my appearance. Yeah, that’s right you little fucker. I’m a biker and yes, you probably recognize my cut.
    “Well hello, darlin,” he whistles.
    What. The. Fuck! I don’t fuckin think so. Oh hell no!
    “Stop lookin at me like I’m your favorite piece of fuckin’ candy and give me the fuckin information I asked for.” I snap out.
    I’m not homophobic but damn, this is his job, and he’s sitting here bluntly checking me out.
    Nothing is detouring this idiot from staring at me. I really hate to get mean right now. Just not in the damn mood.
    “Look man, I’m flattered truly. But I don’t swing the corndog way, okay. I love regular hot dog buns if you get what I’m saying.”
    There. That was nice enough, right?
    He tsk’s a few times. “What a shame that is.” His eyes still roaming my body.
    “The information,” I growl. I’ve lost my patience. I’ve never really had any to begin with. If I weren’t being a thankful fucking person today, I would’ve already snatched this little prick up by the collar and smashed his head in the desk by now.
    He clucks his tongue, writing on a post it note, a bright pink one I might add, and then hands it to me.
    “Go to the room I wrote down and wait for her to come out of surgery. They usually make you wait in the waiting room, but I wouldn’t get any work done with your fine ass sitting there.”
    And I wouldn’t have any patience with you staring at me either fucknut.
    I don’t say thank you. I might’ve said thank you if the bastard wasn’t hitting on me. I mean I’m a biker, yeah, I get that, but even I know a fucking hospital is a shit place to be flirtin. People die and shit in here. I can feel his eyes on my damn ass as I walk away towards the room he wrote down.
    I shut the door and leave the lights off as I enter the room, and take a seat in the green plastic chair in the corner. I don’t see a bed in here, and I remember ma’s stay at the hospital; they wheeled her everywhere in that damn thing when she had surgery. She had to have her appendix removed. Fun time that was. Dad was a mess; he didn’t calm down until the doctor had told him how many people have it done a year. After that, he finally breathed.
    I must be exhausted with the clock on the wall ticking loudly; I start to dose off in the cold hospital chair.
    ***
    Storm
    My eyes flutter open and I sigh in relief when I discover the room isn’t bright. I hear murmuring on the right side of me and try to crook my head through my drug-induced state to the sound. It’s ZZ talking with a doctor. I strain my hearing and try to focus on their words.
    “So she’ll be okay?” ZZ asks the doctor.
    “She’ll heal just fine. The fragment of glass barely punctured an artery.”
    “But she bled a lot,” he says back to the doctor.
    The doctor chuckles, amused with ZZ, I guess.
    “Have you ever noticed a small cut bleed a lot, son?”
    ZZ nods a yes.
    “There you go then. She had a bunch of small cuts and one very large one.”
    “Right, so what did you do to her in surgery?” he asks.
    “Well, the large glass that was sticking out of her thigh was mostly stuck in flesh, fatty tissue. The tip grazed an artery. She was lucky. The artery only needed just a few stitches. The main wound to the flesh of her thigh was our worry after we stitched up the artery. We needed to make sure the wound was cleaned and stitched correctly to lower her risk of infection.”
    “And did you do just that? I mean is she infection risk free or whatever?”
    I notice the doctor smile at him.
    “Son, she’ll be fine as long as she keeps it clean and rested. She doesn’t need to walk much during the