Have I made the right decision? Was coming here, helping to get Hulk out, the right one to make? Or am I going to put us in even more danger? Hell, will I put the MC in more danger with us being here? Surely, Vlad will know by now where we are, and if he decides to strike at the club because of it, that’s another thing to add to my conscience.
Fuck, this entire situation is a lose-lose in one way or another, but there’s also no point in moaning about it. We’resafe, for now, and we can only work through this one day at a time. I need to finish my shower, and hopefully get something to eat before I go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow things will be a bit clearer.
I quickly finish my shower, climbing out and wrapping myself in a towel. I groan when I see how knotted and a mess my hair is. I’m probably going to have to get Isla to help me, at least until I can ask if I can get the normal products I use. Having curly hair is a pain in the ass most of the time.
I dress in a pair of black leggings and a large black T-shirt with the club’s logo on the back that dwarfs me. A faint scent hits me, and I lift the shirt to my nose, drawing it in. I don’t know whose shirt this is, but it smells wonderful, and I want to burrow my face in it and go to sleep. It’s a mixture of woodsy and smoky, one of my favorite combinations on a man. If this is one of the MC guy’s shirts, then I definitely want to meet him.
“Avery!” Isla calls out urgently.
I still, panic instantly filling me, as I quickly open the door and rush out, uncaring that I probably look like a total mess with my still dripping hair. I stop when I see that Bullet is standing in the doorway, a grim expression on his face.
He doesn’t even bat an eye when he sees the state of my hair. “We need you down in the med bay,” he tells me tightly. “Hulk’s fighting the sedative and keeps trying to get up and try to find his angel. Can you come and calm him down? Please?”
I nod, and hurry out of the room after him, with both kids on my heels. There’s no point in even trying to tell them to stay in the room, so I don’t bother. When we get back downstairs, I see a few of the men look at me in shock, and then a few snicker, but I ignore them. I hear the yelling before we reach the med area. Then I hear the crash of something and wince. I turn around and tell my siblings, “Stay here.”
“I’ve got them,” I hear someone say, and when I turn, I see Frost standing there. His eyes glance at my hair, but he wisely keeps any thoughts to himself. Rose moves to stand next to them as well, her face a mix of fear and pain.
I give them both a quick nod, and then I hurry inside the room, where I see Medic, Shadow, Viper, and another man I don’t recognize holding a pissed-off and drugged-up Hulk down in his bed as he struggles against them. Even as weak as he is, he’s strong enough to have them working hard to keep him down. “Enough,” I bark, startling them all, including Hulk.
His angry and mildly delirious blue eyes immediately shoot to me. “Angel,” he rasps, relief filling his tone, and his body sagging back against the bed.
“Yeah, well, I’m not going to be your angel if you tear open any of the stitches that Medic and I worked hard to put in,” I tell him shortly, but I walk through the large men to stand next to his bed. I let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly reaches out, grabs me, and hauls me half into the bed with him. His arms wrap around me so tight that there’s no way I can pull away. My heart pounds, but I force myself to stay calm, even as the men all curse. I shake my head quickly when they move to intervene.
“Angel,” Hulk says, burrowing his head into my chest and nuzzling his nose into the center of my breasts. Any other time I’d be pissed, but I’m reminding myself that he’s mostly out of it and probably has no idea what’s happening right now. “Thought you were gone. Need you. Protect you.” It’s whispered words, but I can feel him calming down.
I’m not sure what to do in this situation. Sure I’ve been grabbed at before while working, but this, this is something different. And my heart squeezes hard in my chest. “I’m safe, big guy,” I assure him calmly, trying to sound soothing, even with the worry just under it. I must pull it off enough because he nuzzles me again, and I can feel him relaxing some more. Beingat an odd angle, I need to get him to let me up. “How about you let me go so I can see to your back, huh? Make sure you didn’t undo all our hard work?”
“No, stay,” he mutters, but he does ease up enough that I can move up onto the bed in a more comfortable position. I don’t plan on staying here long, but I’d like to not pull my back out in the meantime.
“I’m not leaving,” I assure him softly, my hand coming up to gently run over the back of his head, gently probing to make sure that he didn’t hit his head again. His hair is gritty from blood and not being washed in who knows how long, but I ignore it. He gives a soft moan, his grip around me tightening as he holds me tight. I still my hand, before I gently do the process again, noting his reactions. Nothing that would indicate he hit his head again, but it’s certainly sore.
“You smell good,” Hulk rumbles.
“See if you can get him to roll to his side so I can look at his back,” Medic murmurs, stepping up to the other side of the bed, gloves already on.
I nod. “Alright, Hulk, we need to adjust positions, okay?”
Hulk’s eyes open and look up at me blearily. “Don’t think my cock’s working right now, angel. Maybe later.”
I hear snorts and barely concealed laughter from those around us, but I ignore it. Instead, I drawl, “Baby, as much as I’m sure we would have a good time, that’s not the position I’m talking about. You don’t want me to be uncomfortable, do you?”
That gets a reaction, though, not the kind that I expected. He moves with a speed that has me gasping in surprise, and before I know it, he’s on his side, holding me flush against him and spooning himself around me. “I gottttssss you, angellll,” he whispers, and I can already feel him starting to slide back into unconsciousness.
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Medic remarks in amusement, but I lift my head to see him looking at Hulk’s back carefully. “Nothing tore,” he finally breathes happily. He smiles. “Thanks, Avery.”
I nod. “Glad I could help.” I carefully start to pull away, but Hulk’s arms tighten around me, and a frown pulls at his face. “Ahhhh, a little help here?” I ask carefully. Medic tries to reach over and pull Hulk’s arm from me, but Hulk lets out a noise and starts to try and fight sleep once more. I stop Medic with a shake of my head. Damn it, but also a part of me is flattered that he wants me here so much. Even if it’s only from the pain medication.
“I think you might be stuck there until he goes fully under,” Medic says apologetically. “I’ve given him a lot to sedate him already, so it’s going to be an hour or so before I can give him any more.”
I huff out a soft groan. “My hair is going to look like a rat's nest,” I grumble. I glare when the other men snicker. Shadow and Viper grin at me, and Sniper smirks. Bullet at least has the decency to turn his head away to try and hide his grin. I adjust myself so I’m a bit more comfortable and tell them, “Will one of you go and tell my siblings that I’m going to be here for a little bit?”
“I’ll make sure they’re good,” Bullet offers.
“Avery, are you okay for a minute while I go and check on my other patient?” Medic asks, a tired look settling in his eyes. “I was heading up there before this guy decided to live up to his road name.”
I nod and give him a wry smile. “Not like I can go anywhere at the moment.”
“Someone come and get me if there’s a problem,” Medic orders, before he heads out, shutting the door behind him.
