Page 36 of Loyal
I would have been devastated.
It made one thing clear. I’m not falling for Loyal.
I’m already there.
The accident came out of nowhere. I am always on guard because of what we do as a club. You always imagine a bullet taking your life. Not a soccer mom who couldn’t take the extra three seconds to look over her shoulder and make sure the lane was clear. Yet her SUV collided with Happy, taking him down.
Thankfully he was wearing his protective gear, but when I got to him, he wasn’t conscious. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a concussion.
They carted him off in an ambulance, and I followed straight away. I had no idea that we even ended up at Sami’s hospital. Not until I saw her.
Seeing Sami helped calm some of my nerves. Especially when she was able to get back there and tell me that Happy was okay.
I still paced, but it was less frantic.
It takes another hour before I am let back to see Happy. When I walk into the room, I don’t miss all the looks the staff gave me along the way.
“You are causing trouble yet again,” I tell him in lieu of a greeting.
“They wanted to stick me with needles. I can’t even look down at my arm right now,” he admits.
I look and see an IV in his arm.
“I always think it’s funny when one of us is scared of needles. I never imagined it would have been you,” I tease.
He grimaces. “If you grew up like I did, you wouldn’t like them either.”
That sobers me up. I don’t know much about his childhood, but I do know it wasn’t great. I don’t want to think about what would have caused him not to like needles.
“Tattoos must’ve been hard for you then,” I joke.
“They hide the scars. They serve a purpose.”
“So does the IV, so maybe give the nurses a break,” I fire back.
He sighs. “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you didn’t have to wait.”
I snort. “It was either I wait with you or the whole crew comes up. I’ve been keeping them at bay. Even had my girl come check on you for me.”
He frowns. “Which one is yours?”
“The pretty brown-haired one in pink,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “I didn’t see anyone in pink. All the ones here wear blue.”
“Hmm. Maybe you didn’t see her then. She did check on you, though. So what’s the verdict?”
“Road rash mostly. Possibly a cracked rib. They are waiting on the x-ray to get back to make sure it’s nothing more serious. Otherwise, I’ll be fine,” he grumbles.
“Good. You scared the hell out of me. I saw you go down and thought you got clipped by the tire.”
“Aw. It’s almost like you care.” He smiles.
His smile is creepy to most. With the scar that goes from side to side, he looks like a monster instead of the man he is.
I shake my head. “Only because I would have had to pick up your slack.”
“No, no. Don’t backtrack now. You can admit you care about me. Maybe evenloveme.”
