Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(70)

With the psycho dead, I rush to Callum and untie him. Jase and Bennett are done taking care of his two minions and help me get Callum out. He’s in such a state. I’ve never seen someone beaten in real life, only in movies. And the reality surpasses fiction.

His face is swollen and covered in bruises and blood. His once white shirt is now various shades of red and brown. His shoulder is really sticking out at an odd angle, and he’s unconscious.

The guys get him in the back of the van, and we speed to the hospital. I dread to think what the doctors will say. I’m no medical expert, but with the state he’s in and his unconsciousness, it can’t be any good. That’s what worries me the most. That he’s really giving up. He said so himself, he was ready to accept the fate he thought he deserved to get. I just hope we aren’t too late.



We had to wait for six hours to be able to see him. They had to perform surgery on him to fix his shoulder and the internal bleeding in his abdomen. I’m pretty sure Jase, Bennett, and Ryan hate me by now with my constant worrying and the shit ton of questions I asked them.

We’ve gone over the whole mess that happened at least ten times, and we still can’t wrap our heads around what was said. None of it made sense, but if he was speaking the truth, it means we still have someone to worry about.

Callum’s father…





Callum

Every single time one of my brothers has been in the hospital I’ve made fun of them. Fucking with them, laughing at them, calling them pussies for being in pain and whining about wanting to get out. Now it’s my f*cking turn. Bennett and Ryan are laughing their heads off at me and if I could, I’d just pound their faces.

“Karma is a bitch, isn’t she?” Bennett says, snickering.

“When I get out of this bed, I swear to anything you want that I’ll f*cking kick your ass,” I say through gritted teeth. Not by choice, but because of the state my face is in. Shane did a f*cking number on me. It’s better than a couple of days ago when I was brought in, but it’s still a f*cking mess. At least I can see now. My left eye isn’t swollen shut anymore, and they’ve fixed my lip. It’s just still painful to do anything.

“You can talk, big man, I know you’re as soft as a puppy.” Bennett smirks at me.

“What has Bella been telling you?” I groan both in annoyance and pain.

“Oh, nothing.” He and Ryan giggle like schoolgirls, and I seriously just want to f*cking smack them.

“How’s my grumpiest patient?” Nurse Charlotte walks in.

“Grumpy as ever if you ask me,” Bennett says, smirking.

“So I see.” She chuckles and checks my stats. “Ryan…”

“Charlotte…” he replies staring at her. I don’t know what’s going on between those two, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve spent so much time with the girls in the past or because I care, but I want to know what the f*ck is going on.

“Man, the sexual tension in here is through the roof!” Bennett exclaims.

“No sexual tension here,” Charlotte says, sounding annoyed.

“Now, don’t get annoyed or anything when you are holding a needle around me. I don’t want to suffer for whatever that prick did to you,” I scoff.

“Duly noted.” She moves the bed sheets away and lifts my shirt before rubbing a small cotton pad on my tummy.

“What the hell are you doing, woman?” I ask, confused, grabbing her wrist. I’m not scared of needles, I just don’t trust people, even medically trained ones. They have the power to save you or kill you. I don’t like that one bit.

“I’m injecting you with a blood thinner so that you don’t develop blood clots because you’re still not allowed up. We’ve been doing them since you’ve been in here. They are the same injections we did to your brothers when they’ve been in. We prescribe them for people who aren’t able to walk for a certain period of time for whatever reason. I’m not trying to kill you, chillax.” She smiles at me. At least she wasn’t being snappy with me. That’s a first.

“Okay then.” I let go of her wrist and relax, letting her do her thing.

“You were really lucky that your friends brought you in as early as they did.”

“I know, I owe these motherf*ckers.” I sigh.

“You love us,” Bennett chuckles.

“I do to a certain extent.” I smirk and laugh at Bennett’s face falling but quickly sober up as it’s too painful.

“Be careful. Your abdomen is going to be sensitive for a while. They’ve stopped the bleeding and fixed what needed to be fixed. You have stitches so don’t move too much. You don’t want to rip them,” Charlotte says before scribbling something on my chart.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” She smiles at me.

“Can I talk to you?” Ryan asks her, and she groans faintly.

“Fine,” she says tightly and walks out, followed by Ryan.

“What’s happening between these two?” Bennett asks.

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sure you do. Come on, spill it!”

“I really don’t know, but I wish I did. Ryan is in so much trouble.” I snort.