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We ride the elevator in tense silence, the hum of machinery the only sound.
My mind races, images of Jordyn’s bloody body flashing like a horror reel—glass shards, blood, her lifeless face.
“Zane’s right. She’s gonna pull through,” Tex says quietly, breaking the silence. “She’s tough as nails.”
“Too damn tough,” Bolt adds, a rare hint of emotion in his voice.
“Yeah,” I manage, though my throat feels like sandpaper. “She is.”
The elevator dings, doors sliding open to reveal the cafeteria.
It’s bright, too bright, the smell of food hitting me like a punch to the gut.
My stomach churns, but I follow them inside.
“Sit,” Dracus commands, pointing to a table in the corner.
I drop into a chair, the cold metal biting through my jeans.
They head to the counter, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Minutes stretch like hours until they return, trays laden with greasy burgers and fries.
The sight makes my gut twist, but I reach for a burger anyway, if only to keep my hands busy.
“Eat,” Dracus says, watching me closely. “You need your strength.”
“Strength for what?” I mutter around a mouthful of lukewarm beef. “Sittin’ on my ass while Jordyn fights for her life?”
“Strength to be there for her,” Bolt interjects, his gaze piercing. “In situations like this, you might think you’re not doin’ much. But you bein’ here for her means a lot. Trust me, we all went through shit with Roxy, and with Kat.”
“Yeah,” Tex agrees, cramming fries into his mouth. “And you need your strength to find the fucker who did this.”
“Oh, I’m not lettin’ him get away with this,” I growl, clenching my fist so hard the knuckles turn white. “I’m damn sure Blake did this.”
“We’ll find out when Jordyn gets out of surgery, or from the security cameras at Tart,” Dracus says, his voice a steady anchor. “First, we need to make sure she’s okay. Then we handle business.”
“Right,” I say, forcing another bite down. The burger tastes like ash, but I swallow it anyway. For Jordyn. For the club. For vengeance.
“When are Roxy and Nova getting here?” I murmur, curious to know why they haven’t been here yet.
My heart pounds with a mix of fear and fury.
“In an hour or so.” Tex replies.
“Good, she’d want them here.” I reply, rising to my feet.
Together, we head back to the waiting room, ready for whatever comes next.
God, I need her to make it through this.
We weave through the sterile maze of the hospital, fluorescent lights flickering overhead like they’re mocking us.
My boots echo against the linoleum, each step a reminder that Jordyn’s life hangs by a thread.
“She has to pull through,” I mutter under my breath, but loud enough for Tex to hear.
“She will,” he replies, almost like he's convincing himself too. “Jordyn’s tougher than she looks.”
