Healing Gabe (The Last Hangman MC #3)(64)

“Fuckin rough. Where’s Viv? How is she?” I look between Aleck and the nurse.

“In ICU, she’ll be there for a couple of days,” she says softly.

“I-is she going to be okay?”

“She should be, yes. She’s in good hands. The surgery was difficult, but they managed to stop the bleeding and fix any damage caused by the bullet. It didn’t touch her heart so she should be fine.” She smiles softly at me.

“Right.” I sigh and rub my face.

“She will be okay, Brother. I made it, so she can too; she’s tougher than me.” Aleck pats my arm in support.

“That she is.” I sigh. “When can I go see her?”

“We can get you in a wheelchair and take you to her now.”

“Why can’t I walk? And what’s your name? I just realized I never asked you.”

“Charlotte, and because you’re still too weak. Don’t make me be mean to you.” She glares at me.

“Alright. I’ll behave.” Aleck bursts out laughing.

“When did you ever behave?” He shakes his head.

“You’re lucky I’m not allowed up or I’d f*cking kick your ass.” I glare at him which only makes him laugh more. “Dickhead.”

“Ah, you love me. Come on, I’ll bring you to her.” He smiles and helps me into the wheelchair.

“This is f*cking embarrassing.” I frown.

“Being in a wheelchair?” Charlotte looks at me, clearly judging me.

“No, this stupid gown is! My ass is hanging out!” I pull on it and it almost comes undone.

“Fuck’s sake Brother, don’t f*cking moon me.” Aleck laughs from behind me and I wanna slap him on the head so f*cking badly, but my shoulder hurts and I can’t reach him.

“Easy you two.” Charlotte giggles and leads the way to the ICU.

Once we get to the ICU, we’re told to put on special sterile outfits and I’m happy to see that pants are included in the ensemble. Aleck helps me get changed before wheeling me to Viv’s bed.

She already looks small on a normal day but on this big hospital bed, she looks f*cking tiny. She is paler than usual and all the tubes and machines she’s hooked up to are making me feel uneasy and f*cking worried.

It took me long enough to admit it to myself and to Viv. I am not letting her go anywhere. She has to pull through, not just for our sakes but so Annie and Jared don’t f*cking win. It would be the final straw to know that even when done, they still have the power to separate us.

A lot of people would be f*cking crushed if she doesn’t make it, Ayden and Ant, the club, my sister too. She really took a shine to Viv. After Annie, I never brought women home anymore, but whenever I was out with the flavor of the day and we happened to see Nic, she would give me a disapproving look and look disgusted at the woman, which often resulted in me having a massive case of blue balls because they thought I was a f*cking cheat. Nic would always give her opinion, they were never nice, but I couldn’t blame her, I used to bring home the sluttiest women I could find.

I hold Viv’s small, pale hand in mine. I smile at the contrast. My hands are rough, huge and tanned in comparison to hers. She’s not cold as I thought she would be. That must be a good sign. I can’t even begin to imagine the turmoil she’s going through in her subconscious.

I’m still can’t wrap my head around Annie faking her death as a way to get out from under Viv’s shadow, when in reality, Viv was the one who felt insecure.

What I gathered from tonight is that Annie used me and never actually loved me. She only wanted to f*cking hurt her sister and get her revenge. It’s f*cking twisted, that’s not the Annie I remember, I can’t believe it was all a f*cking act. I’ve been mourning for twelve years for nothing. I’m such a f*cking fool.

All those years lost for nothing. It’s time that we can never get back and I don’t know how long I’ll have with my woman. I feel tears form in my eyes and I feel like I’m turning into a f*cking woman but I don’t care. She means the world to me. She’s my saving grace.

I feel my hand twitch. I guess all this overthinking things isn’t good for me. I feel it twitch a couple more times and I finally look up and see it’s Viv’s hand squeezing mine. Aleck rushes to get a nurse. I hope this is good. I need her to start this new chapter of my life, of our lives together.

A couple of nurses come over and move me out of the way, they all stand around her blocking my view. A doctor comes over and checks her over. I hear the beeping sound of her heart monitor go crazy and fear for the worse. They talk to her in hushed voices but I can’t make out what they are saying. This is f*cking pissing me off!

After what seems like forever, Charlotte comes over to me and wheels me back to Viv.

“What happened?” I turn my head to look at her but wince. Fucking stitches.

“Don’t move too much, you’re going to rip open your stitches. She’s waking up and she was struggling with the tube. The doctor has taken it out now,” she whispers.

I nod. “Thank you.” I move closer to the edge of the chair and hold Viv’s hand again. “Hey my beautiful Angel.” I smile softly at her.

“H-hey.” Her voice is raspy but it feels so f*cking good to hear her again. I bite back a sob that’s threatening to escape my lips.