Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I grabbed his hand in mine, tears falling out of my eyes. His face was pale under his tan skin. His shoulder was bandaged from where he had gotten shot. My dad had said they’d got him to the hospital in just enough time before he bled too much and died. When he had told me that, I thought I was going to faint. I’d never felt so sick or light-headed before in my life.
A doctor came into the room and gave me a small, reassuring smile. “You must be Miss Holland. I’m Dr. Avery. I’ll be tending to Travis during the remainder of his stay in the hospital.”
I rubbed my thumb over Travis’s knuckles, desperately wishing he would wake up so I could see for myself that he was okay. “Will he be okay?” I asked quietly, looking up at the doctor, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
Dr. Avery nodded. “Travis is a strong fellow. He’ll be just fine. He woke up when we put him into the room, but he was freaking out about you and a baby, so we had to sedate him. He should wake up within the next couple of hours. It’ll do him good to know that you’re here,” he said quietly, reassurance in his voice. He looked around the room. “Where’s the baby?”
“Still inside of me,” I said, smiling softly. At least Travis had still remembered me and our baby.
“Ah.” Dr. Avery nodded his head in understanding. “Travis will be just fine. You have my word on it. He has had much worse, I assure you. I’ve actually had him die on my operating table once.”
I bit my lip and ran my fingers through Travis’s hair. The thought of Travis dying still made me want to vomit.
The doctor checked what he needed to and left the room. I dragged a chair over beside Travis’s hospital bed and sat down on it. I didn’t know what I’d do if I lost him. The fact that he could have died yesterday when he got shot because of too much blood loss scared the hell out of me. I knew I would have to get used to this, but it sure as hell didn’t mean that I would have to like it.
Luke burst into the room about an hour later and glared at me. “Just what in the hell were you thinking when you fucking brought Amy here?!” he roared.
I glared up at him. I was exhausted, tired, and stressed. I didn’t need his relationship problems on top of everything that I was already dealing with. They needed to be adults and figure their shit out for themselves.
“She wanted to come, and I was too worried about Travis to fucking argue with her. Besides, she’s grown. She can make her own fucking choices. Jump off of my ass,” I spat at him.
I really didn’t have the energy to be listening to him bitch because Amy decided she wanted to come here with me. Luke had better back down, or Travis wouldn’t be the only one lying on a fucking hospital bed. I’d make sure of it.
“She doesn’t need to be here!” he yelled at me, clenching his fists. “In fact, neither do you! It’s too fucking dangerous right now!”
“I may not be able to speak for Amy, but I sure as hell can speak for myself!” I shouted at him, getting worked up, which was the last thing I needed right then. “I grew up in a biker club! I know fucking danger better than anyone, and I know that I can fucking handle myself! Don’t fucking tell me that I shouldn’t be here! The man I fucking love is practically lying on his mother fucking death bed! I’m not going any fucking where!”
Luke glared at me, and I swore, if looks could kill, I would be six feet under. “If anything happens to you, I’ll lose the only fucking man in this world that I can fucking trust, so you better watch your back and not get hurt. If Travis loses you, it’ll fucking kill him.” He stepped closer to me. “And if anything fucking happens to Amy, you’re to blame for it.”
“You’re a dick,” I spat at him. You didn’t put blame on someone where it didn’t fucking belong.
“Luke, shut the hell up,” Travis grumbled from the bed.
I jumped up out of my chair, my hands hovering over him, not knowing where to touch him. I watched as he opened his eyes and looked up at me. I gave him a small smile. He reached up with his good arm and yanked my face down to his, kissing the hell out of me. I smiled and kissed him back eagerly. “Fuck, I thought I was dreaming your voice for the longest time,” he groaned once he allowed our lips to part.