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out. He didn’t do anything wrong,” I insisted.
The paramedic pressed a hand to my shoulder and pushed me to lay back. “You need to calm down for me, honey. They’re gonna figure everything out. If what you say checks out he’ll be out soon enough.”
I laid back and closed my eyes. The ambulance started moving and a wave of nausea rolled through me. “Oh, God,” I moaned.
“You gonna be sick?” the paramedic asked.
I couldn’t get the word yes out of my mouth before I projectile vomited all over myself and the back of the ambulance. My head rolled to the side and I took that nap I had been telling Sledge I needed.
*
Chapter Nineteen
Like home…
Sledge
“How is that comfortable?”
My eyes popped open and my feet dropped to the floor. “Sugar?”
A weak smile spread across Queenie’s lips. “We really need to stop meeting like this,” she laughed.
I leaned forward and grabbed her hand. “No shit, sugar. Watching you sleeping in the hospital with all sorts of wires and shit hooked up to you isn’t exactly a good time.”
She groaned and closed her eyes. “My head hurts and my mouth tastes like ass.”
I chuckled and brushed her hair from her face. “You bumped your head during the accident, and your mouth tastes like ass because you threw up all over the ambulance.”
She raised her finger. “I remember the puking. It wasn’t pleasant.”
“I think the paramedics would agree with you on that one. They were cussing you out in the ambulance bay when the cops dropped me off.”
“They didn’t arrest you?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I sat in the fucking car at the scene for about an hour, but thankfully, detective Kaye managed to figure everything out.”
“Gunner,” she gasped. “Did she get him? Where is he?”
I nodded. “They got him, sugar. He’s safe again.”
Every time I thought about Gunner being safe, relief flooded through me. I had never even held the kid. Never even looked into his eyes. But the thought of him being safe and soon back in Queenie’s arms made me want to cry like a fucking baby and never let Queenie or Gunner out of my arms.
“Oh, my God, Sledge,” she whispered. Her face crumbled into a wealth of emotion and tears.
“He’s back, Queenie. He’s back,” I sobbed with her.
A little five-month-old baby had just filled a void in my heart I didn’t even know existed.
“Knock, knock. Is there a badass bitch and her biker in here?”
Kimber.
“I think you could have skipped the bitch part,” Fancy laughed.
Kimber and Fancy spilled into the room with balloons and gifts in each hand.
“They let anyone in here, huh?” Queenie laughed.
They set the gifts and balloons at the side of the bed and each hugged Queenie.
“Girlfriend,” Kimber scolded, “you need to knock off this hospital bullshit.”
“Right?” Queenie settled back into the pillows. “They’re gonna have to dedicate a wing to me after all of hospital bills I’m going to pay.”
“That’s what insurance is for,” Fancy laughed. “Besides, I know a chick in billing. I’ll see if she can accidently hit delete on a couple of those bills.”
“Fancy,” Kimber gasped, “you can’t say that out loud. Especially when you work here.”
Fancy rolled her eyes and grabbed a bunch of balloons. “Oh, please. As if this place can function without me.”
“Did I miss him?” Petra walked into the room without knocking. “Did they bring him already and I missed him?” she rambled.
“Woman.” Rhino walked into the room, or at least I think it was Rhino behind the huge pale blue giraffe. “Did you find the biggest fucking stuffed animal in the store and say that one. The one bigger than my boyfriend. That’s what I want?” Rhino set the giraffe on the floor, and it towered over him by at least a foot. Hell, I’m pretty sure it was taller than anyone I knew. Rhino shook his head. “Just what the hell is he supposed to do with this thing?”
Petra brushed off Rhino and flung herself on Queenie.
“Easy there, woman,” I called. “We managed to not dislodge the bullet in her back earlier, let’s not try again, yeah?”
“He’s kind of protective,” Queenie whispered.
Petra leaned closed and pressed her forehead to Queenie’s. “That’s a good thing, Queenie.”
Damn straight, it was a good thing. Someone had to keep Queenie out of the hospital and Gunner safe.
“Knock, knock.”
For Christ’s sake. It was like we were having a fucking party.
“Someone wants to see their mommy, I think.”
Everyone froze.
“Wow. I guess we really know how to make an entrance, Gunner.” Kaye