Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Someone grab me some bottles of water. A lot. And clean towels.”
“Fuck. Stop digging on me.” Vex grunted in pain.
“The knife nicked a blood vessel inside you. When you decided to haul around some heavy shit, you tore something open. I’m attempting to figure out how fucked you are.” Razor didn’t mince his words. The injury concerned him greatly. If his intestines were involved, the infection would be vicious.
“Someone called an ambulance, right?” Razor demanded.
“No, I’ll be fine,” Vex said firmly. He grabbed Razor’s hand and forced the MC doctor to pay attention to him. “I can’t go to the hospital, Razor.”
“You may have to, Vex. Where the hell is Hellcat?”
“Here, Razor. Those damn buckles on your saddlebags slowed me down.” Hellcat knelt by his side and opened the bag, spreading it widely. “Tell me how to help you.”
“Nurse Hellcat. I’m going to die,” Vex joked. Razor pressed the towel Fury handed him against the wound, and Vex groaned deeply.
“No one’s dying today, asshole,” Razor said and nodded at Hellcat. “Thanks. Pour one of those bottles of water over my hands. Fury, press hard on the wound. Don’t pay attention to his whining.”
With the blood washed off, Razor grabbed some gloves. He was working backward, but he now had a clue about the state of the cut. Vex was like a cat. He had nine lives. Well, maybe six left after this fiasco.
“I need alcohol,” Razor stated firmly.
“Damn. Me too,” Vex said. His voice sounded softer than usual. Time was essential now.
“Oh, you’ll get some,” Razor told him. “Grab the emergency vodka. And a bottle of orange juice.” Fury ran toward the breakroom where the MC stored a fifth frozen in the refrigerator. It had come in handy in the past.
Razor had gloves on and had pulled a syringe full of Novocain by the time Hellcat returned. “Vex, swallow two good draws of vodka. This is going to hurt. Then start working on that orange juice.”
“Mmm, a screwdriver. I like those.” Vex took two big swigs from the cold bottle.
When he lifted the vodka to his lips for a third time, Razor pulled the towel away and ordered, “Fury, grab the alcohol. Pour it over his abdomen. Drench the opening and the surrounding skin.”
A strangled scream burst from Vex’s throat. “Razor, tell me you didn’t do that because I beat you at poker last time.”
“Yeah, that’s why. Don’t move. Pokes,” Razor warned and methodically distributed the deadening agent around the two-inch gash. He counted a few seconds and then added more injections inside Vex’s abdominal cavity.
The pain level was challenging, but Vex held perfectly still. It didn’t surprise him to discover how tough Vex was. His backstory definitely wasn’t a fairytale.
He stopped to explain to Vex what was happening. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch. My guess is the asshole got you as you were pulling away.”
When Vex nodded, Razor continued. “As far as I can see without being in an emergency department and having some definitive images, it looks like the knife did some damage to the muscles and skin only. I’ve numbed you the best I can. I’d move you to the health quarters, but I have to stop this bleeding now. If you can hold still, I’ll stitch everything up.”
“Do it.” Vex closed his eyes.
“Drink the damn juice, Vex,” Razor reminded him, giving the man something to think about as he got ready. Fury placed the small open bottle into Vex’s hand. Vex blindly lifted the orange nectar to his lips and drained it.
Razor didn’t allow him time to stew about what was coming. He ripped off his gloves and pulled out the supplies he’d need. “Grab a spotlight for me,” he ordered, and like magic, a bright circle illuminated the wound. With fresh gloves on, he sterilized the area again and started suturing. Quickly, he found a couple of bleeders to tie off and then repaired the underlying muscle. As a last step, Razor stripped away the glue Vex had used before closing the gash.
“You done yet?” Vex mumbled as Razor drew a high-powered antibiotic to administer.
“Almost. Let’s get him rolled over so I can give Vex a shot.”
“More? I’m sure I’m fine, Razor,” Vex protested quickly and then groaned as Hellcat moved him. He opened his eyes to glare at his MC brother. “You’re way too helpful.”
“Next time, dodge better. You got blood all over my new jeans,” Hellcat said.
Razor glanced at Hellcat’s torn-up work pants. New? He raised an eyebrow at Hellcat before yanking down Vex’s loosened waistband and administering the potent dose of antibiotic. “You’re headed back to the compound. Who’s off today to take care of him?”
“Scythe’s got the day free,” Street informed him.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Vex told them.
Razor ignored him. “Great. Street, text him and let him know to check in on Vex every hour. I’ll need him to pick up a prescription as well.”