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“Fuck, Doc!”
I met Cole’s scowl. “Sorry, Brother, but this is gonna hurt like a bitch. I need to dig the bullet out.” I left him and walked over to the glass cabinet where I kept the medication. I pulled out a vial of antibiotics and a bottle of pain pills. “Someone give him a good healthy dose of whiskey,” I said over my shoulder. I knew there was always a bottle around for just such emergencies. Whiskey thinned the blood but my brothers swore that it dulled the pain.
At the next cabinet over, I grabbed a pair of gloves, a disposable syringe, saline solution, a sterile pair of long tweezers that were still in the package, a roll of gauze, and some tape. I turned back in time to see Cole chugging down half a bottle of amber colored booze. I set the supplies down on the metal table next to the bed and slipped on the gloves.
“So what’s the next move with the Bandits? Snake said the bikes are being sent back to them.” I kept my eyes and concentration on what I was doing.
“With a warning that if they don’t stay out of Nevada, it won’t just be the Vegas Watchdogs on their asses. We played nice once. That’s all they fucking get, especially after the shit they pulled tonight.”
I was a little surprised by Demon’s response. “A warning? That’s it? We’re just going to let them get away with what they did to our prospect and brother here?”
Demon grunted. “Didn’t say that.”
Figured he’d have something else in the works. I nodded and continued to work on Cole, whose jaw was clenched so tight it was a wonder I didn’t hear his teeth crack. He flinched several times and groaned, but that was about it. It wasn’t until I began to dig around with the tweezers that he expressed his discomfort.
“Fucking hell, Doc, spray some fucking numbing agent on it or something. Feels like you’re digging to China!”
“Stop being a baby,” Demon said with an evil grin. “Remember that time I got shot? You didn’t hear me whine.”
He was referring to the night that he’d been ambushed on the way back to the club by another MC that just happened to be riding through. They couldn’t believe their luck, coming up on the president of Desert Rebels, and had wanted to return home with something to brag about. That had been a damned long time ago.
A ruckus outside the door informed us that Raven had arrived and that someone was trying to prevent her from coming into the room. By the sound of it, she was doing a good job of breaking through whatever barrier was in her way.
“Don’t let her in,” Cole muttered between his teeth.
I heard an “oomph” and then Sax was striding toward the door.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Good. I didn’t need a hysterical old lady getting in the way or distracting me. Cole was growing paler by the moment, and he was covered in sweat. I didn’t need to see the tense way he held his body, the way his hands were clenched at his sides, to know that he was in a lot of pain. The fact that he hadn’t passed out from the pain confirmed what we all already knew about him—he was a strong fucker.
“Fuck!” he hissed.
“Got it!” I grinned, holding up the bloody bullet.
“Thank fuck,” he said weakly, and then he passed out.