Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,30

if she has a bullet in her brain or not.

“Damn it, Patrick. Stop moving! You won’t ever see her again, if you don’t listen to me.”

“I’m dying, Doc. Don’t bullshit me.”

“You aren’t dying. When have I ever let one of you die? I’m not starting today.”

He lays a dirty hand on top of mine that’s plugging the hole in his stomach. “The last face I want to see isn’t your ugly mug; sorry, Doc.”

“What do you need?” Reaper finally comes to my side. He has blood smeared on his cheek, a bullet wound in his bicep, but he is one of the only ones who can help me.

“I need him downstairs in the operating room now.” I lean toward Reaper’s ear and whisper, “He doesn’t have long, Reaper. If I can’t find the bleeding, Patrick is as good as gone.”

Reaper lifts Patrick into his arms and carries him inside the front door that’s dented with dozens of bullets. The windows are broken, shattered shards scattered across the ground. There is glass everywhere. On the pool table, the couches, and there is one piece sticking out of a cut-slut’s neck. Jasmine. She’s sagged against the wall, eyes vacant. She’s dead.

There’s another cut-slut, Candy, Bullseye’s favorite, she’s dead too. A bullet caught her between the eyes, and she is laying face down, head turned to the side. Her face still has color which means her body is still warm. The blood is still flowing from the hole in her head, creating a puddle.

I don’t have time to check on anyone else right now. My focus is on Patrick.

“Patrick? Where is he!”

Fuck, Sunnie. She sounds hysterical.

She runs into the hallway, blood in her hair, and she cries when she sees Patrick in Reaper’s arms. She almost falls, thinking he’s dead, when the bastard decides to speak. “There’s my sunshine.”

She gasps and grabs ahold of his hand as we make our way toward the basement. “You’re alive. You have to live, okay? Please don’t die. I love you. We have forever, remember? We’ve been through too much; please, Patrick.”

“My soul is going to have to be taken from my body before I ever decide to leave you, Sunnie.”

She’s wailing, loud, ear-piercing cries that make it hard to think. I open the door, and jump down the stairs, and fly into the operating room. I get everything prepared. I don’t scrub in because there isn’t time. If I don’t get inside his abdomen within the next three minutes, I won’t be able to save him.

Reaper lays him down on the table, and I’m already shoving the mask over Patrick’s face. I slam the door on Sunnie, soundproofing the room. I won’t be able to think while she’s crying in my ear. “Reaper, in the fridge, grab four bags of O negative blood. You know what to do. I showed you.”

He doesn’t say a word. He takes my direction and runs to the fridge, being quick and timely. He doesn’t question me for barking orders at him. He knows he’s in my house now. With blood hooked up and on its way of transfusion, I take the scalpel. My scars come to life as I slice Patrick open.

“What do you need me to do?” Reaper asks, not hovering, but staying close enough so he can see what I’m doing. “He isn’t going to die, is he? Come on, Doc. He’s gone through too much.”

“I … I don’t know, Reaper. Just let me work. I need quiet,” I snap at him, testy and impatient as I try to look for the bleeder. I push his organs out of the way and follow where all the blood is coming from. “It’s coming from his liver.”

“His new one? Is that bad? What’s that mean? Will he need another transplant?”

“No, as long as I can find the bleed, it will be fine.” I close my eyes and let my fingers do all the work. The liver is smooth and large, round and long. I glide two fingers over it, searching for any dips and divots.

Bump.

I inch back and plug the space, watching to see if that’s the area. No more blood. “I found it. I need another goddamn doctor here, Reaper, or I need more help. Everyone here needs medical attention, and you don’t want the cops involved. So…” I grab the sutures and graph and start patching our guy together again. “Get me more fucking help. Next time, I might not be able to save someone!” Every word that