Fuck.
Diesel felt his body shift and bump and fall for just a moment before quickly coming to a level height once again.
Around him, someone gasped, then cursed, then said something that Diesel couldn’t quite make out.
Where the fuck was he? What the heck was going on?
“Pass me that cloth,” someone said. Matteo?
All around him, the sound was soft, then loud, then muffled once again.
How was it that sound could suddenly hurt your body? Was that even a thing?
Diesel felt something move across his face. The feeling was soft, gentle. Done with almost care and concern.
“Grab the door.”
“Who the fuck stays in a place like this?”
“No judgment. You’re here to help. This is our boy. Diesel is our family.” That was Matteo’s voice. Always the sweet, caring guy.
Where was he? And why couldn’t he open his eyes?
He felt cool air against his body. Once again, he was feeling all floaty as someone—Matteo perhaps?—carried him off somewhere.
“Hospital or home?” someone asked.
“Home. I’ll have the doctor come by the house.”
“He looks like he needs a hospital.”
“I’m not having him arrested. He needs a doctor, then his family. Now drive, dammit!” That was definitely Matteo. Only a man like him could command so much attention.
All around him, Diesel felt warmth. Loved. Safe…
That was when the sound and world around him went silent, and darkness took him once again.
Diesel wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been out for. When he finally opened his eyes, the room was dark, and the light from the moon was streaming in.
Head throbbing, he looked around the room and cursed his life.
Fuck.
He had gone on another bender again. He barely remembered the events of the last few days. Glimpses, voices, and feelings all seemed to come rushing back as he struggled to remain conscious and not… pukey.
Diesel raised a hand to his head and noticed the tube stuck to his arm. He looked over at his nightstand and saw the IV bag set up next to his bed.
Damn.He must have been in rough shape. Matteo was going to kill him.
At least he wasn’t in a rehab facility. That had to be a good sign. The last time he’d gone on one of these benders, he woke up in a private facility and held against his will. Apparently, Matteo had some powerful friends.
A noise at the door caught his attention.
Slowly, the door crept open, and voices were heard whispering.
“I’m just going to sit with him for tonight and make sure that everything’s okay.” Jared.
“The guy needs his rest. Leave him alone, and let him recover in peace,” Isaac responded.
