Withstanding Me
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“When will it ever end?” she cries while dialing Braxxon. “Babe we were just shot at.” She takes the phone away from her ear for a second. “Yeah, yeah, we’re okay. Storm’s a mess though. She’ll need the Doc. We’re at the mom and pop restaurant. I love you too.” She hangs up the phone and starts tearing pieces of her clothing off, tying them around my wounded legs.
“Winter, I’m okay, really.” I try to swat her away with a small laugh.
“Stop Storm, just stop. The guys are on their way and I’ll stay and talk to the cops. Braxxon wants you guys outta here.”
No need to spell it out that he wants this staying club business. I doubt any of these patrons have people wanting to shoot them.
“Oh my god! Storm look at you,” Tatiana wails, finally waking up outta the stunned state she was just in. I’m thankful she’s wearing leather pants. She’s scrapped up but nothing like me.
“I’m fine,” I say even though I feel a little lightheaded.
“You’re not f**king fine. You’ve lost so much blood. I think you mighta punctured an artery.” Winter groans. “Oh shit.”
What?
“Huh?” I say.
“Storm, there’s a large shard sticking outta your thigh. I can’t remove it. The Doc will have to do that. You need to lie back until the guys get here.” Winter cries.
“I don’t feel so good,” I croak out.
“This is all my fault. I’m so sorry Storm; I was just shocked,” Tatiana cries.
I shake my head no; this is not her fault.
Braxxon, ZZ, Pyro, Shadow, Sniper, and Smokey come barreling through the restaurant doors as Winter lays my head back on top her lap.
I hear the sirens and I groan. Not in the mood to be poked and prodded at by EMT’s. I go to stand. I want outta here. I only want the Doc lookin at me and if I stay here, I don’t think even Braxxon can stop them from lookin at me.
“Fuck me, this shit hurts,” I whine.
“Dad,” Tatiana shouts and takes off running.
“Shit, she’s gonna have to go to the hospital; that shit looks like it’s in there real good,” Braxxon growls.
“It’s all my fault dad… I sat there… shit… I sat there like an idiot as bullets flew at us and Storm threw herself at me.
“Tatiana stop it,” I whisper yell as I look up at ZZ. He’s standing with his daughter wrapped up in his arms and looking very green.
Everything else just seems to fade away as our eyes lock. He pulls Tatiana away and checks her one more time for wounds I guess, before reconnecting our eyes and dropping to the floor next to me.
“I’m good ZZ; just a little glass.” I say quietly.
ZZ shakes his head back and forth in a ‘no’, as his fingers shakily reach towards my thigh with the shard of glass stuck in it.
He looks absolutely terrified.
I go to reach for him and I regret it the moment I move; a cry rips from my throat and ZZ’s head snaps up.
“Regretting it yet, bro?” Pyro kneels down beside ZZ.
What the hell? Regret what?
“Shut the f**k up, Pyro. I don’t need your shit right now,” ZZ grumbles.
“You need to move ZZ. The EMT’s need to get to her.” Pyro pats him on the shoulder in that way that only guys f**king understand.
I didn’t even see the EMT’s come in. Wow, I’m either way out of it or ZZ just has that kind of pull on me.
“Ma’am, do you know your name?” An EMT says bending down and flashing a light into my eyes.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I need to give it to you,” I smirk.
“Storm…,” ZZ warns.
“No f**kin way am I giving him my real name. You can’t f**kin make me.”
He’s stupid if he thinks I’m gonna embarrass my ass like that. Hanging with these bikers is ruining my vocabulary with curse words.
“Apple Martini is her name. Don’t question it; just write the shit down. It’s her real name,” ZZ warns.
The other EMT coughs and I throw daggers at him through my dazed state.
They go through the motions of checking my vitals and accessing my wounds, and are about to lift me on a stretcher when ZZ and Pyro shake them away.
“We… got… this,” ZZ growls.
He’s being a pain in the ass.
“Be careful not to move the shards in her leg,” one of the EMT guys point out.
Shards? As in more than one?
FUCK!
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” he responds.
More than he already has, I want to add, but I decide that wouldn’t be a good thing to say right now. He looks ready to kill and the EMT’s wouldn’t know I’m talkin mentally.
“Hurry the hell up would ya. I’m in a lot of pain here,” I groan.
They finally stop the pissing match long enough to lay me flat on the stretcher and strap me in. My body feels cold and I express that to the EMT’s because I really don’t know what kind of blood I’ve lost.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital, baby,” ZZ whispers against my forehead.
“Yeah, okay.”
I shut my eyes as they wheel me away.
Chapter 10
ZZ
I watch as they take Storm out to the ambulance. I have all these f**ked up emotions rollin through me right now. I’m not good with emotions. Not used to them. I can’t believe she saved my daughter’s life. She risked her own life to save my daughters, like her life wasn’t worth something too. I don’t understand it. I’m f**kin thankful. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But. What. The. Fuck?
“Winter, I’m okay, really.” I try to swat her away with a small laugh.
“Stop Storm, just stop. The guys are on their way and I’ll stay and talk to the cops. Braxxon wants you guys outta here.”
No need to spell it out that he wants this staying club business. I doubt any of these patrons have people wanting to shoot them.
“Oh my god! Storm look at you,” Tatiana wails, finally waking up outta the stunned state she was just in. I’m thankful she’s wearing leather pants. She’s scrapped up but nothing like me.
“I’m fine,” I say even though I feel a little lightheaded.
“You’re not f**king fine. You’ve lost so much blood. I think you mighta punctured an artery.” Winter groans. “Oh shit.”
What?
“Huh?” I say.
“Storm, there’s a large shard sticking outta your thigh. I can’t remove it. The Doc will have to do that. You need to lie back until the guys get here.” Winter cries.
“I don’t feel so good,” I croak out.
“This is all my fault. I’m so sorry Storm; I was just shocked,” Tatiana cries.
I shake my head no; this is not her fault.
Braxxon, ZZ, Pyro, Shadow, Sniper, and Smokey come barreling through the restaurant doors as Winter lays my head back on top her lap.
I hear the sirens and I groan. Not in the mood to be poked and prodded at by EMT’s. I go to stand. I want outta here. I only want the Doc lookin at me and if I stay here, I don’t think even Braxxon can stop them from lookin at me.
“Fuck me, this shit hurts,” I whine.
“Dad,” Tatiana shouts and takes off running.
“Shit, she’s gonna have to go to the hospital; that shit looks like it’s in there real good,” Braxxon growls.
“It’s all my fault dad… I sat there… shit… I sat there like an idiot as bullets flew at us and Storm threw herself at me.
“Tatiana stop it,” I whisper yell as I look up at ZZ. He’s standing with his daughter wrapped up in his arms and looking very green.
Everything else just seems to fade away as our eyes lock. He pulls Tatiana away and checks her one more time for wounds I guess, before reconnecting our eyes and dropping to the floor next to me.
“I’m good ZZ; just a little glass.” I say quietly.
ZZ shakes his head back and forth in a ‘no’, as his fingers shakily reach towards my thigh with the shard of glass stuck in it.
He looks absolutely terrified.
I go to reach for him and I regret it the moment I move; a cry rips from my throat and ZZ’s head snaps up.
“Regretting it yet, bro?” Pyro kneels down beside ZZ.
What the hell? Regret what?
“Shut the f**k up, Pyro. I don’t need your shit right now,” ZZ grumbles.
“You need to move ZZ. The EMT’s need to get to her.” Pyro pats him on the shoulder in that way that only guys f**king understand.
I didn’t even see the EMT’s come in. Wow, I’m either way out of it or ZZ just has that kind of pull on me.
“Ma’am, do you know your name?” An EMT says bending down and flashing a light into my eyes.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I need to give it to you,” I smirk.
“Storm…,” ZZ warns.
“No f**kin way am I giving him my real name. You can’t f**kin make me.”
He’s stupid if he thinks I’m gonna embarrass my ass like that. Hanging with these bikers is ruining my vocabulary with curse words.
“Apple Martini is her name. Don’t question it; just write the shit down. It’s her real name,” ZZ warns.
The other EMT coughs and I throw daggers at him through my dazed state.
They go through the motions of checking my vitals and accessing my wounds, and are about to lift me on a stretcher when ZZ and Pyro shake them away.
“We… got… this,” ZZ growls.
He’s being a pain in the ass.
“Be careful not to move the shards in her leg,” one of the EMT guys point out.
Shards? As in more than one?
FUCK!
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” he responds.
More than he already has, I want to add, but I decide that wouldn’t be a good thing to say right now. He looks ready to kill and the EMT’s wouldn’t know I’m talkin mentally.
“Hurry the hell up would ya. I’m in a lot of pain here,” I groan.
They finally stop the pissing match long enough to lay me flat on the stretcher and strap me in. My body feels cold and I express that to the EMT’s because I really don’t know what kind of blood I’ve lost.
“I’ll meet you at the hospital, baby,” ZZ whispers against my forehead.
“Yeah, okay.”
I shut my eyes as they wheel me away.
Chapter 10
ZZ
I watch as they take Storm out to the ambulance. I have all these f**ked up emotions rollin through me right now. I’m not good with emotions. Not used to them. I can’t believe she saved my daughter’s life. She risked her own life to save my daughters, like her life wasn’t worth something too. I don’t understand it. I’m f**kin thankful. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But. What. The. Fuck?
