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ZOMBIE

Three hours.

It takes three goddamn hours for Sawbone to talk the four of us through treating Lucy’s injuries. I’ve done some fucked up shit as the VP of the Kings of Anarchy MC: Washington chapter but stitching up my woman while my brothers also tend to her naked body takes the cake.

I just pray I never have to do it again because I’m pretty sure my heart won’t survive it.

“The sedative should wear off soon,” Sawbone says. “If you can get her to the clubhouse, we can get an IV going so pain meds can be delivered intravenously. You can give her a small dose of whatever you have on hand at the zoo, but I want to avoid giving her too much medication that I’m not used to.”

“Thanks, brother,” I say, staring at him on Trick’s cell phone screen. I’ve never been so grateful for FaceTime in my life. “I appreciate everything.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“No worries,” Trick says from where he’s standing at the sink, washing his hands.

“Well, we’re about to land, so I’ll meet you at home.”

Sawbone disconnects the call, and I sag against the wall in relief. Lucy’s alive. Thank fuck.

I lost count of the number of stitches she required, and her broken ribs are going to cause her a lot of discomfort for a while. Then there’s the mental trauma of what happened.

But she’s alive.

“VP?”

I lift my head and look at Whiz. “Hmm?”

“We need to get going. Scrubs almost finished cleaning up the evidence of everything that happened. He’s also going to clear the security feeds so there’s no trace. But he can’t do that until we all leave.”

Absently, I nod and get to my feet. “How are we going to get her to the van? I’m afraid to touch her.”

“Undertaker’s waiting with a gurney from Death’s Door,” Trick says. “Just need to text him that we’re ready.”

I watch as he sends a text, and less than a minute passes before Undertaker’s pushing said gurney through the door to the surgical suite. As carefully as possible, we move a still sedated Lucy from the table to the gurney. I help Undertaker wheel her outside, holding my breath until we reach the van because I’m expecting her to cry out with each bump and jostle.

Thirty minutes later, we’re pulling up to the clubhouse, and Sawbone is waiting for us at the back entrance.

“I’ve got your room ready,” he says as we move Lucy inside.

“My room?” I ask, so tired I can’t think straight.

“Yeah. Figured you wouldn’t want to leave her side,” he says. “And you’re exhausted. Your room makes the most sense.”

I nod. “Thanks.”

I work on autopilot as we get Lucy into bed and hooked up to an IV and monitors. Trick, Quake, and Whiz leave, but Sawbone remains. I crawl onto the king-sized mattress next to my girl, laying on my side so I can see her.

“I’ll stay,” the medic says. “Get some sleep, Z. You’ll be useless if you don’t.”

Closing my eyes, I tell myself I’m only going to rest for a minute. I even fight to stay awake when Lyric enters my room, but it’s pointless. The only part of their conversation I catch is the greeting, and then, like a light, I’m out.

“Zombie.”

“Go away,” I mumble.

“Zombie.”