Page 35 of Loyal
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?
