Page 61 of Wrath's Flame


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Walking off, I go and take a seat to fill out the forms. I need to do something before I lose my mind with worry. I have no idea if Flame's going to be okay. I need him to be okay. I can't lose him, not now.

I have no idea how much time has passed while I've been lost in my own head, but suddenly Shadow's crouching in front of me, placing both hands on my shoulders in comfort.

“He's going to be okay, bro; he's strong. Just focus on that.”He says quietly.

I just nod my head. I can't focus until I know what's going on with Flame.

“Family of Mr Jacobson.”A doctor shouts into the waiting room from the doors Flame went through when we arrived.

I shoot up off my seat, knocking Shadow on his ass in the process, in my haste to get to the doctor and hear the answers he holds about my husband.

“That's me!"I shout to the doctor as I step closer and closer.

“Good news! He's alive. He had an intra-abdominal hemorrhage; we took him in for emergency surgery and repaired the damage. As long as he stays stable for the next twenty-four hours, we believe he will be fine and make a full recovery. He's just waiting for a room in the ICU right now, as a precaution. Once he's been moved, you can see him.”He explains to me in a caring tone.

“Thank you, Doc.”I say and shake his hand.

Turning around, I shout,“He's okay!”

The room erupts in cheers. I had no idea that so many members of Devil's Inferno had arrived at the hospital, and I can't help the tears that fall. My husband is alive; that's all that matters. He's alive. That's all that matters. I keep repeating the same thoughts in my head, hoping they will stick.

An hour later, I'm walking through the ICU to Flame's room. I need to see him with my own eyes. I don't think I've ever been as scared as when he coughed up that blood and then collapsed. I honestly thought I was about to lose him. Taking a fortifying breath, I open the door and enter his room. As soon as I see him lying there, looking so pale, with machines hooked upall over him, I can't help the tears. He looks so fucking broken. I just about manage to make it to the chair next to his bed before my legs give out, I grab his hand tight. Dropping my head, I just continue to cry. God, this was far too close.

I can feel something on the back of my head after God knows how much time has passed with me just holding onto Flame with my head on his bed. What the hell? Slowly raising my head from where it's resting on Flame's hospital bed, looking behind me, I see my Dad standing there, stroking my hair.

“He's okay, son. He's alive.”He tells me sympathetically.

“I know, Dad, but fuck, what a way to end our wedding day.”

“It's not the wedding that matters; it's the joining between you two. You know this; I know this isn't how you imagined today ending, but he's alive, and that's the main thing. Let's focus on getting him better, yeah. Everything else can wait until he’s recovered.”

He's right I know he is, but it doesn't make the situation any better.

“Yeah, you’re right, Dad. How's Cam?”I ask, worried about my son after everything that has happened to me and his Papa.

“Worried about his Dad and Papa. He knows you're okay, and he knows Flame is in here. I told him I'd bring him to visit as soon as Flame was moved out of the ICU. Cam doesn't need to see him hooked up to so many machines like this.”

“I agree. Who's with him now?”

“Shadow and his bodyguards.”My Dad tells me while laughing.

“Bodyguards?”I query.

What the hell is that about?

“Wreck and Blade are currently acting as Shadow's bodyguards. They have been since you were first taken. You probably didn't notice when they were all in the waiting room earlier. It was Eagles' idea, and he was right. Shadow was all Claire was missing, and he needed to be kept safe.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I can't think about the club and everything that's been happening right now, Dad. All I can focus on is Flame. Can you help Shadow with the everyday running of things while I’m here, or does that make me a bad President?”I ask worriedly.

“No. It makes you human. It makes you a husband. Right now, all you need to worry about is getting him back on his feet and home. Everything else can be handled by others. I'm going to head back and get some sleep; you need to try and get some rest too. I doubt he'll be waking up tonight. I’ll help your brother keep everything running smoothly with the club until you get home. No need to worry about that.”Dad tells me before leaning down and dropping a kiss on my head. He takes one last look at Flame, his eyes flashing with sadness, then turns and leaves.

I didn't realize how much I needed to hear all of what my Dad just said. My mind has been running a million miles an hour since Flame first collapsed. Now I feel like I can finally take a breath, knowing everything's handled everywhere else while I focus on my husband.

I must've fallen asleep at some point during the night. Fuck, my neck's killing me after sleeping in an uncomfortable position on this chair. It's not like I care about my discomfort, though; I wasn't going to leave him here alone. Not a chance in hell. I feel it then—a hand squeezing mine. My eyes fly open to see Flame’s bright blue eyes staring back at me. Fucking hell, now that's a sight for sore eyes.

“W-water.”He whispers out to me.

Quickly grabbing him a cup filled with water and a straw, I place it in his mouth, and he takes a couple of sips before I pull it away, not wanting him to have too much and make himself sick.