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Rat bastard.
“I’m so sorry, babydoll,” he carefully said, as he held my hair back from my face, while keeping my I.V. pole out of the way. It had been twenty-four hours since Claudia ordered the entire club into their respective rooms and to stay there until the vomiting stopped.
“How are you not sick?” I moaned, leaning against the cold tiled wall, refusing to move from my spot on the floor.
“Just lucky, I guess,” he shrugged.
“I hate you.”
“Nah,” he grinned. “You love me.”
“Not right now I don’t.”
“You ready to get back in bed?”
“Why, so I can run to the bathroom again?” I asked, closing my eyes. “I live here now and I’m okay with that.”
“Your mom is making chicken soup for everyone. Think you can eat something?”
“Gunner?”
“Yeah, babydoll?”
“Shut up.”
It took another two days before I felt any resemblance to my former self. There were still moments where I felt off, but nothing like the constant vomiting I experienced. Through it all, Gunner never left my side, even holding my hair and sitting with me when I refused to leave the bathroom. King, my father and the others still hadn’t returned home which was a bit concerning, considering Carter wasn’t hard to find. Asshole never strayed far from his stomping ground. I tried asking Gunner several times why King and my dad were looking for Carter, but he refused to tell me.
Something about club business.
Whatever that meant.
The only person still sick was Scribe, and he was freaking miserable. Out of those at the clubhouse, Scribe was the only one who Claudia actually admitted into the hospital so she could keep a closer eye on him. Bailey happily volunteered to stay with him and keep him company. He was due back later today once he got the all clear from Claudia.
“Sarah!”
Turning from the vehicle I was working on, I grabbed the grease rag and wiped my hands as my mom walked over to the garages.
“Yeah, Mom.”
“I’m heading back to town. Do you need me to do anything else before I leave?”
Shaking my head, I said, “Not that I can think of. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” my mom smiled. “I just need to get back to the coffee shop. Jess is doing double duty with the clinic and helping me out but now that all of you are on the mend, I can get back to my life. Besides, your dad should be home later today.”
“Oh really? Gunner didn’t tell me they were all coming home.”
“It’s just your dad, sweetie. King and the others are still looking for Carter. I wish you would have told me about him, Sarah. You know there isn’t anything you can’t tell me, right?”
“I know that, mom. I was just embarrassed. I messed up everything you and daddy did for me. I didn’t want to bother you with my personal life, too.”
“Never baby,” my mom whispered, pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. “There is nothing in this world more important than you and your brother. Your dad and I love you very much. When you’re hurt, we hurt. That bastard will get what’s coming to him. Don’t you worry about that. In the meantime, I want you to take it easy out here. It’s going to be warm today, so drink plenty of water and if you get tired, promise me you will take a break.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good.” My mom smiled, then added. “I want you to know, Sarah, that I am very proud of you. Not many girls would willingly work in a garage, but you want to. I want to apologize for not listening when you wanted to be in the garage with your dad. I should have listened better, paid better attention.”
I shook my head. “No mom. It’s not your fault. Never.”