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“I’m going to grab Aisling some things too. Do you know if there’s anything specific besides the basics she would want? Anything that would make her more comfortable?”

“Can you grab the pillows off her bed?”

“Sure.” Evan gives me a soft smile before slipping out of the room.

“You have any idea who might have done this?” Cain asks, his voice hushed so Evan can’t hear.

“No clue.” My arms twitch again. Cormac has passed out in my arms. The little man has to be fucking exhausted. “Cyrus thought it could have been the guy I caught her on a date with, but he doesn’t seem like he has it in him to do this scale of a break-in.”

“I agree with that.” Cain hums as he thinks it over. “I hope she got a good look at him. This is personal now.”

I nod, understanding exactly what he’s saying. “I’ll take care of it. Nothing will blow back on the club, so don’t worry. I appreciate you coming out and calling Doc.”

“Are you claiming her?” Cain asks straight up. “Because the way I see it, you already have.”

I give him a jerky nod. “Yeah, she’s mine.”

“Then it’s not only your problem. It’s the Dirty Devils’ problem now. And I know you, Hash. You want to go in guns blazing and take out the motherfucker himself, but I’m telling you, you’re not going to do that without a brother at your back. Your woman and your kid are Dirty Devils now, and no one fucks with one of our own. Whoever did this is going to fucking pay in blood.”

“Cain?” Doc calls from the front door.

“Back here!” Cain yells, making Cormac stir.

I glare at him, not happy he’s yelling after everything that just happened.

“Where’s Cyrus?” I ask, noticing he hasn’t come back.

“He’s tarping up the door so bugs and shit don’t come in. This place is already a mess; I don’t need to be chasing a goddamn raccoon out of it too.”

I’m going to need to roll him so many fucking joints to say thank you.

“Has she woken up at all?” Doc asks, his tone all business as he goes right to Aisling.

“No,” I answer.

“Has she stirred at all?” Doc asks as he opens up his medical bag and takes out a stethoscope.

“No.” My body grows taunt as I watch him gently press the cool metal to her body, moving it around and listening to different areas.

He pushes up his sleeve as he puts two fingers to her wrist, watching his watch as he counts her pulse.

“Pulse is good and her lungs sound good,” Doc mutters. I can’t tell if he’s talking to me or himself as he takes out an otoscope, looking in her ear that’s facing him. “I don’t see blood or any signs of damage.” He moves on to her nose, which has a small trickle of blood coming out of it that’s half dried at this point. “Small nosebleed.” He puts the otoscope back in the bag and pulls out a pair of gloves and snaps them on before gently pushing on her face that’s bruising and swelling before our eyes. “I can’t be certain since she’s not awake to tell me where it hurts and how bad, but going off the severe bruising around her cheek and eye along with the nosebleed, and her being unconscious still, I’m going to guess her cheekbone is fractured and she has a severe concussion.”

“Let me take him,” Evan whispers, coming up behind me with her arms outstretched toward Cormac.

My body is wound tight as I watch Doc move down Aisling’s body, checking out her stomach, arms, and legs. I know I need to be with her, but I can’t let my baby go. No one prepares you for the internal struggle when it comes to your woman and your child hurting. It’s like your heart is ripping in half trying to be in two places at once.

“It’s okay, Hash. He’s sleeping. I’ll be right over here. I won’t leave the room, I promise. Go be with Aisling. She needs you right now.”

I reluctantly pass a sleeping Cormac off to Evan. I feel empty the second he’s out of my arms.

I crouch down next to Doc. “You think she’s going to be okay?”

“I do,” he assures me. “I think she’s going to be hurting for a while. I’d like to get an X-ray on her to confirm the fractured cheekbone and see if any bone fragments have moved.”

“Is it normal for her to be out this long?”

“She’s been out since you found her, correct?” Doc asks, pinning his assessing gaze my way over his glasses.