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We peel out, a convoy of vengeance on two wheels.
The ride is a blur, shadows and streetlights whizzing past. Every second feels like an eternity, every heartbeat a countdown.
I don’t just want revenge. I need it. For Jordyn. For all of us.
We screech to a halt at the hospital, parking haphazardly.
I can barely keep my hands steady as I dismount, my legs feeling like jelly.
The waiting room is sterile, almost too bright, contrasting sharply with the darkness inside me.
“She’s in surgery,” a nurse informs us, not looking up from her clipboard. “You’ll have to wait here.”
“Waitin’ ain’t my strong suit,” I mutter, pacing the small space.
Each step feels like I’m walking on broken glass, the image of Jordyn’s bloodied body etched into my mind.
“Bama,” Zane calls softly. I meet his gaze, seeing the same torment in his eyes that mirrors my own. “We’ll find them. But right now, she needs us here.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, swallowing hard.
“She’ll pull through. Jordyn’s a strong one,” Zane says, almost to himself. His eyes are hard, but there’s a flicker of doubt.
“She better,” I reply, fists clenching.
Jordyn’s hanging by a thread, and I know it.
“Dr. Wu?” A nurse calls out as a man in scrubs steps into the waiting room, his face grim.
My heart slams against my ribs as he approaches.
“Jordyn Harold’s family?” he asks, glancing at each of us.
Tex, Dracus and Bolt stand up, meeting the doctor halfway. Roxy isn’t here yet, but I’m sure she’ll be here any minute.
“She’s still in surgery,” he begins, voice steady but cold. “We have to repair multiple parts of her body. Her injuries are extensive.”
“How bad?” Tex growls.
“Six broken ribs, ruptured spleen,” the doctor continues, ignoring the tension crackling in the air. “We’re doing everything we can.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, feeling my stomach twist. The room feels like it’s closing in, walls pushing against me.
“How long?” Zane’s voice cuts through, sharp like a blade.
“A few more hours,” Dr. Wu replies, his gaze unwavering. “But we’re optimistic.”
“Optimistic?” I bark, fists clenching. “You optimistic enough to tell us you think she’ll be fine?”
“She’s in the best place she can be,” the doctor insists, but it does nothing to calm the storm inside me.
“Just do your fuckin’ job, Doc.” Tex grumbles, fear underlying his tone.
“We are going to do everything we can. In the meantime, wait, and someone will be out to update you shortly.” the doctor says, turning on his heel and walking away.
“Fuck!” I grit, punching the hard plastic chair beside me.
It barely makes a sound but my knuckles scream in pain.
