Page 33 of Bitsy
Chapter Eleven
Bitsy
“You have everyone freaking the fuck out,” Viper says as he tucks me into bed. This time, we’re in his room at the clubhouse and not a guest room. “Pops and Ghost are making plans on buying safehouses for the next time we have to go into lockdown.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” I say. “When we go into lockdown at home, there are… Well, I probably shouldn’t say. I don’t think you all would attack my family, but that’s a big security secret.”
“And I respect that about you, baby,” he tells me. “I’m going to go and get these plans made with the guys before joining you for bed. We have to be up bright and early for your next treatment.”
“Maybe Dr. Stone will have the results from my scan,” I say.
“I hope so, baby. I love you, little one. Get some sleep.”
***
I’m not sure how long I slept, but something woke me up. It wasn’t a sound. My head doesn’t feel right. I don’t think I’ve been asleep too long seeing as how Viper still isn’t in bed.
I have a bad feeling and don’t think I should be alone, so I wrap myself in the blanket and leave the room. I have no idea whose room is across from ours and I don’t care. Right now, I just need to be with someone.
A few steps and I reach out and knock on the door.
“Bitsy,” Steel says half asleep. “Is everything okay?”
“Something's wrong,” I say. “I don’t know what it is but some…”
***Viper***
“Is there a way we can have her treatments done here?” Ghost asks. “I agree with her statement about the lockdown but there isn’t anything we can do about that tonight.”
“I’ve already tried to get the doctor to have her treatments done at home,” I explain. “He can’t legally remove them from the building without risking his license.”
“It’s fine, we’ll make it work,” Pops says. “I think we should move everyone to different locations in the morning. I have a few places off grid we could use. I was thinking we could…”
“VIPER, GET THE FUCK UP HERE. IT’S BITSY.”
Without hesitation, I’m up and running for the stairs.
“Damnit, Doc. Give me a fucking warning,” I hear Venom say roughly.
By the time I reach the bottom of the steps, Steel has Bitsy in his arms running down.
“What the fuck happened?” I demand.
I desperately want to jerk my woman out of my brother’s arms and into mine but have no idea if she’s hurt.
“I don’t know, man,” Steel says, his voice in hysterics. “She knocked on my door and said something was wrong seconds before she fell and started shaking. I think she’s having a fucking seizure.”
I meet Steel halfway on the staircase and that’s when I notice Bitsy’s whole body shaking.
“Fetch her down ‘ere.”
I pull Bitsy into my arms and rush to where Doc is waiting.
“Lay her on the floor and put this in her mouth.”
Doing as Doc demands, I grab his wallet and try to pry it between her clenched jaws.
"She is experiencing a grand mal seizure," Doc explains. "We will have to transport her to the hospital. If it weren't for her weakened state, staying here might have been an option, but it's too risky now."