It’s been an hour since Blade broke the news, since the doctors checked me over and admitted I can’t leave this room, not wanting to risk damaging myself further.
I have a concussion and have had extensive surgery, losing quite a bit of blood after an emergency c-section, so I’m apparently bed-bound, meaning I can’t go see Jax. I can’t see our son before he dies.
I sniffle and wipe away the tears that won’t stop falling.
His doctor came to see me, he’s not very optimistic. He explained that normally, medical care is not continued for babies born before twenty-two weeks.
My son is nearly twenty-one.
He’s underdeveloped, and the doctors wanted to let him die naturally without medical intervention, but Anna wouldn’t hear of it, causing the brothers to back her, Pitbull standing right behind her, causing the doctor to agree, fearing for his life.
Now he’s got wires and tubes coming out of his body and a tube down his throat keeping him alive, Skylar and Anna staying with him, ensuring he gets all the medical care he can get at the club's expense.
“There’s only a five percent chance that he will survive and an even lower percentage of him not having any disabilities. I would really implore you to consider taking him off oxygen.”
I squeeze my eyes tight and turn my head away from my brother and best friend watching me with concern, while Dad stays at the end of my bed, gripping my calf.
Never thought I’d see the day Raya and Cale would be near each other without fighting, but here we are.
Blade and Luna have gone to stay with Jax until his parents return and these three have decided to stay with me, but I only want Jax.
He’ll know what to say to me, what decision is best for our son.
My body shakes as sobs wrack my body, my pain too bearable to keep hidden and I cry my heart out as reality hits me like a tsunami. A scream erupts from me before I feel my bed dip and a slender arm wraps around me and I grip it tight, accepting the comfort from my best friend.
Raya places her face in my neck, holding me tight, her tears dripping on my shoulder as I cry and she whispers, “I’ve got you…” repeatedly while my dad and brother watch helplessly, knowing nothing they do or say can make this better.
My whole world is crashing, and all I can do is watch and I’ve only got myself to blame.
Chapter 19
Psycho
“Comeon, Jax,” Ivy giggles, and I grin before I quickly take off my shirt and run after her toward the lake.
I’m playing with fire. She’s nineteen and my best friend, yet I can’t seem to care.
I want her, but I don’t want to hurt her, and honestly, if she hadn’t admitted to wanting to leave Rose Meadows, I probably would have made her mine by now.
As I get close, I grab Ivy around the waist, her heat sending electric sparks throughout me as she squeals in surprise and I throw her over my shoulder and run into the lake, making her laugh.
Music to my fucking ears.
“Brother, you need to wake up.” I hear whispered in my dream of Ivy, bringing me out of it a little, and I try to move, to answer Fury and tell him to fuck off, enjoying the dream too much but nothing works, my body not doing as it’s told.
What?
“Ivy needs you, Jax,” he continues, and I can feel my heart rate pick up at the thought of Ivy being hurt, but everything goes black.
“Why am I your best friend?” Ivy asks and I look up at her in shock because what the fuck?
“Where the fuck did that come from?” I ask as I put my burger down and wipe my hands, a little perplexed with her words.
We’re at the club’s diner celebrating her passing her exams and not having to redo freshman year in college even though she won’t tell me what she’s studying. Which frustrates me and she’s been a little off, but I honestly did not expect that to come out of her mouth.
“You fishing for compliments, cupcake, because I’ve got a list as long as my arm as to why you’re my best friend and why I need you in my life like I need air to breathe.” I say with a smirk, and her cheeks heat.
Fuck I love that look on her…
