Page 46 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I know it’s serious if Tasharie is here. She’s a registered nurse, and she used to work for Caesar back in the day, but now she only comes around if he really needs help.

Tasharie rushes over to Roxy, and I hesitantly move out of her way so she can work. I watch as she cuts Roxy’s shirt off and starts cleaning the wound. Caesar starts sewing up Roxy’s wound as Tasharie expertly finds a vein and starts the IV. She turns on the pulse machine and clips the oximeter to Roxy’s finger, Tasharie continues placing pads and connecting machines to Roxy as I stand there helplessly watching.

“Let’s let them work.” Rock places a hand on my shoulder, and I nod and move toward the door. I notice for the first time that Tasharie and Caesar aren’t the only ones in the room, and there are two other women there as well.

Looks like Caesar has a whole surgical team now, and I’m glad that they are here. Not for the first time, Caesar has been a lifesaver for the Hounds. A group like ours is always in need of a good doctor.

When we leave, I see that they are cleaning up Green and have him hooked up to machines as well. I’m not sure what injuries he suffered because Roxy didn’t say, and I was too preoccupied to see about my friend.

The thought makes me feel like an even bigger piece of shit because he was helping me, and I didn’t even check to make sure he was okay.

I run my hands down my face, and I see that they’re covered in dried blood. In fact, my entire body is covered in dried blood. I shake my head at myself. I’m drenched in blood, but I still wasn’t able to save my sweet little lamb.

I leave the medical unit and go to my room to shower and change. I pull off my boots, jeans, and gray t-shirt and put them all in a black trash bag. I go into the bathroom and turn the water on steaming hot. But no matter how scorching the water, it will never wash away all of my sins. But I scrub my body hard anyways. I try to wash away the guilt while I hope with all my heart that Roxy and Green will survive this shit.

Once I’m finished with my shower and dressed, I take the trash bag out back to the fire pit. I get a good fire blazing, and I toss the bag in. It takes a while, but when it’s nice and burned, I snuff out the fire and head back inside.

I go back to my room and lay on the bed, I’m exhausted, but I can’t go to sleep. It’s been hours since we got back to the clubhouse. I look at the clock on the wall, and it’s almost seven in the morning. The sun is up, but with the black-out curtains in my room, I can’t tell.

I should go to the unit to check on Roxy, but I’m hesitant. I know her status hasn’t changed because nobody has come looking for me. I’m a big motherfucker whose nickname is Death, but I’m scared to see how Roxy is doing. Because if she dies, I won’t be able to come back from that.

I slowly walk toward the medical unit when I see Ace coming from the Lounge. I stop in my tracks and wait for him to make it to me.

“You alright, brother? I know what it’s like to have your woman laid up in the medical ward and not being able to do shit about it.” Ace frowns, and I nod.

When Sassy and Ace first got together, he saved her from being almost beaten to death. The situation brought them together, but I never wanted to know how it felt to watch another man attack the woman that I’m falling for.

I’m still reeling at the fact that Po Boy stabbed Roxy, and we didn’t find Christine or Raymond. I’m so confused about everything, and I hate the feeling. I am always so sure. I never falter or second guess myself. Not since the army, and now every thought that I have I question.

“Go check on Roxy and get some rest. There will be a shit storm coming, and we all need to be prepared.” Ace claps me on my back and walks away.

I continue to the medical unit with dread weighing down every step that I take. There’s something special about Roxy, and I know she’s a fighter. She never would’ve been able to survive all the shit in her life if she wasn’t. I just hope she knows that I care about her more than I let on.

I know that she’s spooked about the amount of time we’ve known each other. But Roxy needs to understand, she’s confusing the length of a relationship to the strength of a relationship. And those two things should never be misconstrued.

Our bond is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and she can feel it too. Our connection is strong, and I pray that we get to keep building it.

When I walk into the room, Green is surprisingly awake. I head over to talk to him first to see what happened and make sure he’s alright.

“Man, fuck, I’m sorry about this shit,” I say, looking Green into his eyes. I always look a man in his eyes to show my sincerity.

“You’re saying sorry? To me? You must be going soft in your old age.” Green rasps out with a chuckle.

I shake my head, “Motherfucker we’re the same age.”

“Nah, you’re two days older than me.” Green jokes, and I chuckle.

When we were in the service together, we were the youngins of the crew. We stuck by each other, and Green always had my back. He saved my ass more times than I care to count, and I owe him.

Green stayed in longer than me, but when he recently showed up, I didn’t even have to talk him into joining the Hellhounds. He’s a prospect, but in name only; he has definitely earned his patch after this.

“Tell me what the fuck happened?” I say after our laughter dies down.

“Roxy told me that Po Boy is really Raymond.”

“Wait! What!” I shout, but when Green grimaces at the noise my loud voice makes, I try to calm my ass down.

“Yeah, that was my reaction. I hit the panic button and got Roxy in the safe room, but then Christine tried to break the patio door. So, I went to take care of her crazy ass, and when I stepped outside, I was hit in the back of the head.”