I went to check in on Maria early this morning and found her in bed with Chaos. I guess they did some making up last night, not that it bothers me much since she’s ours. He misspoke yesterday in front of the brothers. Maria doesn’t belong to one of us, she belongs with both of us. If he truly felt that way then he would’ve said it straight to me. That’s what I’d like to hope anyway.

I’ve been at the hospital sitting outside Kyle’s room for the last few hours. Michelle hasn’t left his bedside, not to eat or anything. I sent a text out to Seamus telling him that he needs to make sure that he brings something for her to eat when he stops by. Reed told us early this morning that she’s pregnant which just makes all of this ten times worse. Kyle can’t die. Not when he’s got a lady and a few babies to take care of.

I hear a low cough from behind me and turn to see Michelle standing in the doorway to Kyle’s room. “I thought that maybe he would have heard me and decided to wake up by now, to not scare me half to death. They say that if you talk to them it might help them heal, or that’s what I’ve read online anyways...I feel so stupid, Pain”

“You aren’t stupid, Michelle. We both know you’re far from it. You’re just hopeful and you have every right to be. Kyle’s gonna wake up, he just needs time to get better.” I don’t know what just got into me or where those words came from, but I hope I’m right. Kyle needs to wake up, and not just for Michelle and his kids. For the club. We need him too.

There’s no telling what is coming, we only know one thing, that it isn’t good. Being a man down right now isn’t exactly ideal, but we’ve gotta make do with the help we have. I’m still just a fuckin’ prospect, even after all this time. I don’t think that Reed is ever going to forgive me for leaving Daisy. It was wrong of me and I’ve always admitted that. I knew it was wrong and I still left, but if I didn’t leave then Angel would have died. She’s always had a problem with drugs. Well the three of us always have but Chaos and I went to rehab and got out of those ways. We didn’t grow up privileged, or anywhere close to middle class in any sense of the term. Mom worked three jobs, and I’m pretty sure her third job was to keep her stash up for when she needed a hit. Dad was never around, so it was me, Chaos and Angel. We learned to depend on each other at a young age cause it’s not like we could depend on anyone else. That’s the fucked up part, not even being able to be a kid because there was no real adult around. Mom was too busy working, or shooting up to care what we were doing.

Chaos and I thought out of all of us Angel would be the one to go to college and move out of town, doing some crazy talented thing that we were both too dumb to do, so when she turned to drugs as her coping mechanism it killed us. We’ve done everything we can, multiple rehab stints, even got her put in jail and sent to a halfway house directly after. Didn’t help though ‘cause those damn halfway houses have their own drug problem. One drugged up sister and her fate was sealed. It feels like no matter what we do there isn’t any way to save Angel from herself, no matter how much I try.

I see Seamus walking up the hallway with Daisy directly beside him, carrying a small paper bag. I can smell it from here, and I know there’s gotta be somethin’ maple syrup up in that thing...is it bad that I’m hoping it’s for me and not Michelle? I feel a pang of guilt for hoping it’s for me.

Daisy opens the bag and tosses me a sausage and cheese sandwich, wrapped up in a maple infused biscuit. I give her a grateful nod then watch as she goes into Kyle’s room. I hadn’t even realized that Michelle had went back and sat down.

“Any change?” Seamus asks,

“No. I think it’s too early to tell at this point. It’s all still really early.” It hasn’t even been more than a few hours at this point.

“Well hopefully there’s a change soon. You know Reed’s gonna keep one of us on Kyle duty until he’s better and back at the club”

“He might as well send Enzo,” I grumble, “Not like he’s gonna be much help in the fight hobbling around the way he is.”

“True. It would make sense to keep Enzo here. I’ll mention it to Reed and see what he thinks about the idea”

My phone buzzes in my pocket so I pull it out, expecting to see a text from Maria. Only it’s not Maria. It’s my buddy Chris, the one who knows about Angel’s habit. He’s a cop who’s helped me out on more than one occasion when it comes to her. Shit, I owe him a lot. If it wasn’t for his texts, there’s a couple times she would’ve died before I got her to the hospital.

From: Chris

I need you to meet me here. Prepare yourself.

My eyes roam over the address Chris listed at the end of his text. I don’t even have to look it up. The text isn’t telling me meet him just anywhere. He’s just sent me the address for the county morgue.

Angel...what did you do?