up.
“What’s going on?” Sandy asked, seeing the doctor filling in the form. Doctor Berman was one of the best surgeons in Fort Wills.
“Nothing. We’ve repaired the damage, but Sophia stopped breathing twice during surgery. Now we have to wait for any possible brain damage that could occur.”
“What do you think the chances of her not recovering? She has two kids, Berman.”
“Sandy, I respect you, and even though I don’t agree with your decision to step down from your position here, you know I can’t answer that.”
She did, but it would have been nice to hear some kind of hope, and told him so.
“Why don’t you retake your position here?” Berman asked.
“I’m not ready to return.”
“You’re a gifted doctor, a fantastic woman. Tell me what more would it take to get you to return.”
Sandy smiled. “I think that is the most compliments you’ve ever given me.”
“Well, let’s just say your replacements are proving less than savory. You were dependable, even at the end of a day. Also, my wife misses hearing about you.”
She chuckled.
“She wants to know if you’ve met a nice young man yet?”
“You can tell her that I have. I’m even thinking of settling down.”
“What about coming back here? The place hasn’t been the same without you.”
“I don’t know. I’d have to think about it.”
“Think about it.” Berman patted her arm. “With regards to the young woman, hope and pray.”
Letting out a sigh, she entered Sophia’s room.
“Don’t worry, I heard everything. I know the risks. I know what could happen to Sophia. She could end up brain dead, and my wife could be nothing more than a memory.”
Out of all of the club brothers Nash had struggled with addiction, and gone down a road that had almost cost him his life, and his position within the club. Lash had saved him. Lash and Sophia had both helped to turn his life around.
“There’s nothing anyone can do.”
“She’ll come back to me. Sophia won’t leave me,” Nash said.
Moving toward him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “We’ve just got to wait.”
“Yep, that is what we’ve got to do. Wait, and she’ll be back.”
Sandy stayed with him for several minutes before she moved on to the next person. There were so many people to see. It was so hard, going through the motions, and not breaking down in the face of her best friends hurting. Sasha lay in her bed, and Pussy was there, by her side.
“How is she?”
“She’s still breathing,” Pussy said. “I’m a stupid fucker. I shouldn’t have pushed her that hard. When the shooting started, I saw a bullet hit her. She panicked because she couldn’t fucking see.” He held onto Sasha’s hand. “She couldn’t see, and she nearly fucking died. I shouldn’t have shoved her to the floor. I heard it smack the fucking concrete. Fuck!”
Sandy couldn’t do anything.
“We were talking about having kids. You know, once all of this shit is over with Master—or Andrew—fuck.” Pussy stopped, pausing as he pressed his head against her hand, gathering his thoughts. “Sasha wants kids, but she’s terrified, scared. She can’t see, and she doesn’t think it will make her a good mother.”
“Do you want kids?”
“I want to have whatever Sasha wants. She doesn’t want to have kids that she can’t care for herself. I’ve had to fight for her. Devil considered her a liability to the club, a risk. I fucking love her. I don’t care if she can’t see or not. I’d leave the club before I got rid of her.”
“She knows this.”
“I just want her to know I love her, and I’ll do anything for—”
The machine beside Sasha started beeping, and her body tensed up.
Sandy reacted, pressing the emergency button, and moving Pussy out of the room. There was no time to explain. She hated the fact she was scaring him, but there was nothing else she could do. This required immediate attention. The doctor rushed inside and started to check her