Other than what the doctor said was a mild concussion, I’m fine. Wrath’s in surgery and no one will tell us a thing. I’m released, with instructions to rest. I don’t get far. Rock finds me and leads me to the waiting room.
As soon as Teller spots me, he rushes over. “You all right?” he asks, pulling me against him.
“Yeah,” I mumble into his shirt. I’m so frickin’ tired.
“Fuck that scared the shit out of me,” Teller says. Whether he’s talking to Rock or me, I’m not sure. My body sways and Teller grips me tighter.
“Come on. Let’s sit down.”
The guys sit on either side of me, while Rock and Z talk in the hallway.
“Wrath’s bulletproof, Trin. He’s gonna be okay,” Murphy says, giving my hand a squeeze.
My head bobs up and down, because I think it’s expected of me. Rock and Z seem to be finishing up whatever they’re talking about, so I wander out to see if they’ve heard anything.
Rock holds out his arm and I don’t hesitate to take shelter against him. He hugs me tight and I inhale a shaky breath. Not only had I been scared for myself, and Wrath, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to Rock. I choke out a sob-snort noise and Rock squeezes me tighter.
“He’s gonna be okay, Trinny. He’s a fighter down to his marrow,” Rock says.
“I know.”
The doctor comes over to talk to Rock and he passes me off to Z who hugs me. “Why, Z? Why would someone do that to us?” I sniffle into his shirt.
His hold on me tightens. “I don’t fuckin’ know, girl.”
We are after all, in the middle of the hospital. And even though the only people around are Kings, I keep my voice low. “I get it. But they had to see Hope and—”
“Fucking cowards.” He pushes me back and stares me down. “We’re gonna handle it, Trin. Promise you that.”
I nod. That’s how things work in our world. Assaulting one member is an attack on the entire club. Retaliation will be swift and brutal.
“Tonight scared me too, you know. Don’t know what I’d do without you. And,” he nods at Rock. “You know those two are closer brothers to me than my actual brothers are.” He scrubs his hands over his face. “Fuckin’ bullshit.”
Shit. That’s a lot for Z. He’s jokes around so much, it’s easy to forget he can be serious too.
Rock returns and gives Z a meaningful look before addressing me. “Babe, I want you to go home and get some rest.”
I won’t be able to rest. What if something— “I need to see him first.”
His hands settle on my shoulders. “I just spoke to your doc, he said you need rest. As soon as Wrath wakes up, I’ll have one of the guys bring you back. But right now, you need to take care of yourself or you won’t be any good to him.”
Rock knows the right words to get his way and my mouth curls into a tired smirk.
“Come on, Trin. I’ll keep my phone on. If we get word he’s up, I’ll turn right around and bring you back,” Z promises.
I nod and Rock presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Go on.”
Z wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Doc said don’t let her sleep too long. She can have Tylenol, but make sure she eats something,” Rock says to Z as if I’m not standing in between them. I’m so out of it, I don’t even care.
They can make me go home. But I won’t rest until I know Wyatt’s okay.