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She laughs. “Don’t tell your biker boyfriend that. He might really disappear.”

I smack her arm. “Loyal isn’t like that.”

At least, I don’t think he is.

“Speaking of, look at that bike. I would love to be on the back of it.”

I follow her gaze to the bike in the parking lot. It looks a lot like Loyal’s.

“Me too. Loyal is going to take me on a ride this weekend. I can’t wait.”

It’ll be my first time on a bike. I’m nervous but also excited.

We head into the emergency room, and I glance into the waiting area. I stop dead in my tracks when I see him.

Loyal is standing there, blood covering his front as he paces.

I don’t think. I move.

“Matt,” I call out as I get closer to him.

His eyes meet mine, and they look wild.

“What happened? Are you okay?” I ask, searching him for wounds.

Pulling a pair of gloves from my scrubs, I put them on before I start examining him.

“It’s not me. It’s Happy. Some fucker in an SUV cut him off. He went down. They won’t tell me anything. It’s driving me insane.”

“Shh,” I tell him. “It’s okay. I will see what I can find. Stay here.”

Taking the gloves off, I head toward the desk. “Hey there. I work in labor and delivery. Can you buzz me back?” I ask the woman at the desk.

She looks at my badge, then nods.

I head into the back, walking with a purpose. When I get to the nurses’ station, I smile kindly.

“Hey, I have a friend who was brought in. Motorcycle crash. I was just wondering if he’s doing okay. I know you can’t tell me much because of HIPAA, but I was hoping you could just nod if he’s okay?”

“Oh yeah. Big biker dude. Surprised you would know someone like that, but yeah. He’s a pain in the ass. Doesn’t want shots because needles are scary, yet he’s covered in tattoos. He’s in six if you want to go see him.”

I shake my head. “Nah. If he’s being difficult, I’ll stay out of the way. Thank you.”

I head back out to the waiting room and find Loyal waiting.

“He’s okay. Being difficult for staff, but okay. They will come get you as soon as they can. I really don’t want to leave you, but I have to get back to work,” I tell him, heart torn.

He cups my cheeks, his hands now free of blood. He must’ve washed up while I went into the back.

“Go deliver babies. I will text you when they let me back. Thank you, Sami.”

He leans in, kissing my lips. I kiss him back before pulling away.

“I hope your friend is okay.”

He nods. “He is a tough guy. He will be.”

As I walk back to my floor, I realize how dangerous Loyal’s life really is. What if that had been him?