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“Tone it down,little mushroom,” Nelle said. “I’m mostly spoken for.”
All the guys started to chuckle.
“Are you wearing fucking ink?” Virus growled.
“You need to relax,” Jess said. “Maybe get him something else to take for the pain. Knock him out for a day or two.”
“Gladly,” Slade said, stepping forward.
Linc grabbed Slade’s shoulder and pulled him back.
“You don’t have any good stuff, Doc?” Cyrus asked with a smirk.
“No,” Jess said. “I’m not your personal outlaw pharmacy. I’ll stitch him and that’s it. If he starts bleeding again, get him to an emergency room. I haven’t even had a chance to look at his leg yet.”
Nelle picked up on the fact right away that Dr. Hazel didnotenjoy being here. She was mysterious to Nelle. Probably in the same way that Nelle was mysterious to Slade. A stubborn woman with a backstory. Every biker’s worst nightmare.
Jess finished with the rib wound and then took a deep breath.
“Ready for this, Nelle?”
“Of course,” Nelle said. “I don’t know this guy. I don’t think he matters all that much here, do you?”
“Damn, you’re wicked,” Jess said.
“What the fuck?” Virus groaned. “I matter! I’m a goddamn patched in member!”
“Going to get him some meds or what?” Nelle asked, looking at Slade.
“No, sweetheart, we’re not,” Slade said. “We need intel.”
“Fuck you all,” Virus groaned.
“Just keep drinking, brother,” Linc said. “Whiskey and vodka mixed will make everything okay.”
Jess told Nelle to move the cloth off the leg wound. The second Nelle did, blood squirted out. A deep red color. Jess held up one finger and turned.
Reaching out with a bloody latex glove on her left hand, she stole the bottle of vodka from Linc and helped herself to a drink. Nelle felt her mouth open, just about ready to question if this doctor should be drinking… but then she remembered this wasn’t exactly a normal, sterilized medical setting. Guys like Virus could not just stroll into the hospital and get treatment as a normal person.
Again, nothing about this surprised Nelle at all. When Dr. Hazel offered Nelle a swig of vodka, Nelle declined.
“What’s the plan with this wound?” Nelle asked. “I think it was some kind of a ricochet thing. There’s no bullet.”
“You sure?” Jess asked.
“You’re the doctor. You want to dig around in there?”
“I’ll have to take a look no matter what,” Jess said. “Ready to get bloody?”
No,Nelle thought. She was not ready for more blood, danger or death. But there was no choice. Having her hand on the wound as the only barrier between that and having blood drainfrom Virus’s leg until he died… it just felt so fitting for Nelle’s life.
She looked at Slade once more.
For some reason, looking at him made her feel safe.
Nelle stood near the bar. She still had Virus’s blood on her. The entire thing absolutely freaked her out, but she remained strong, calm and confident. Dr. Hazel confirmed that there was no bullet in Virus’s leg. The outlaw was stitched up and boozed up and waiting for the appropriate painkillers when the time came.
Cyrus made everyone leave the room with the long table where the bikers had their meetings…
