Shadow’s Heart (Devil’s Inferno MC #3)

Chapter Fifteen

Wreck

O h god. Everything hurts, and what the fuck is that constant beeping sound? I try to open my eyes so I can figure out what the fuck is going on, but they aren’t cooperating with me at all. It’s annoying as fuck. If my eyes aren’t going to do what I want, I guess that means I need to use my other senses to figure shit out.

The first thing that hits me when I focus on everything else around me is the smell. It’s a disinfectant that’s unique to hospitals. There’s no mistaking that smell. Which means that’s got to be where I am; it’s the only thing that makes sense. There’s no way I’d be smelling this if I were anywhere but the hospital. Then it all comes back in a flood of memories: the events that took place at Devil’s Ink, the pain and torture that followed, and then Jake finding me and saying he was going to get me help. He must have done it then. He somehow achieved the impossible and got me out of the hands of The Khaos Group. I wish I knew how he found me, because that’s really going to bug the shit out of me until I know. If I remember rightly, he was on his own. So it wasn’t a club rescue; it was something he did alone. How the hell did that even occur?

“God, I wish you would just wake up and show me those green eyes of yours. This doesn’t feel real.” I hear Shadow say, his voice sounding raw like he’s been crying. Which he probably has. I know him well enough to know he probably broke down when he saw me.

The relief that takes over my body at the sound of his voice is swift. If Shadow is here and talking to me, I know I’m safe. He’d never let anyone take me and hurt me again. He’d rather die than let something like that happen on his watch. I wish I could wake up properly and let him know I’m okay, especially with him here. But my body just isn’t listening. Isn’t cooperating.

Fuck I hate this so much. I want to see him, as much as he wants to see me. Probably more actually; I’d given up hope of ever seeing him again. I thought my life was over. That I’d die in that place. Somehow, that didn’t happen, and I’m still here and breathing. Even if my body won’t listen to me and do what I want it to. As I focus more on my various senses, I notice that I can feel his hand in mine, so I use all of my willpower and put all my strength into squeezing his hand so that he at least knows I can hear him and I know he’s here. I want to give him something that will hopefully lessen how much he’s no doubt worrying.

I manage to squeeze his hand and hear his sharp intake of breath. “Wreck, can you hear me?” He asks, and I can hear the fucking hope in his voice.

I manage to squeeze back once more, keeping a tight hold on his hand. Doing everything in my power not to let go of the man who means everything to me.

“Come on, open your eyes for me.” I hear him beg.

I try. I try my damn hardest, but I just can’t, and I can feel my hand losing its grip on his as the darkness starts to overtake me once more. I don’t even try to fight it; I know there’s no point. My body isn’t ready for me to fully wake up yet. At least this time, as I give into the darkness, I know I’m safe and he’s here. That’s more than I ever hoped for.

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Shadow

I know I’m not tripping; he squeezed my hand twice and held on for a short time. His hand is slack in mine now, so I’m guessing he’s back out of it, but that’s okay. He did what he could to let me know he’s okay, and I fucking needed it. I feel like I’m going fucking stir crazy waiting for him to wake up.

Normally I’m pretty patient, but not now, not with this. I felt like I was in hell when he was missing, and having him back just doesn’t feel right until he’s functioning and no longer unconscious. Don’t get me wrong, seeing him has helped me immensely, but it still feels surreal. It will probably only really hit me fully that he’s really okay once he’s awake and I’ve seen the proof with my own eyes.

I hear the hospital door opening once again. People have been in and out constantly wanting to lay their eyes on Wreck and see for themselves that he’s still in one piece. That despite the lack of luck we’d had in our search, somehow he really was here. I expected it; everyone has been worried sick as we’ve searched; it’s understandable they all wanted to see him with their own eyes. Glancing towards the door, I see Sera standing there. I’m not even shocked she’s here. I’ve been waiting for my sister to make her way here. If there’s anyone other than me that needs to see Wreck is safe, it’s definitely Sera. What he did for her and the life she’s carrying is something none of us will ever forget. I know she’s been worrying about him missing, wondering what was happening.

“Oh god.” She says as she approaches the opposite side of the bed to me, where there’s an empty chair.

“Sera, he looks worse than he is. I promise.” I reassure her, because he really does look so much worse than the injuries Jake listed. Honestly, the punishment his body has taken should have left him with a lot more internal injuries than he has. The fact that it hasn’t is a fucking miracle.

“Has he woken up yet?” She asks, tears in her eyes as she takes him in.

“No, but he squeezed my hand a few times.”

“I still can’t believe all this happened.”

“Me either, sis.”

We all want answers to why this happened. What we know so far doesn’t make any sense, and I know from Wrath that Jake returned to his family home to try and get some answers. I don’t envy his position in all this at all; he’s literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, with his family on one side and his MC on the other. I am grateful for all he’s doing to try and get answers, though, because I know if anyone is going to figure all this out, it’s him. He probably wants answers just as much as me and Wreck.

We lapse into silence, both sitting and watching and waiting for Wreck to wake up. I’m not going to complain about the silence, though. Trying to have conversations right now is so much harder than I’d ever admit out loud. I don’t want to talk to anyone other than Wreck. I don’t want to hear anyone’s voice but his. It’s all just a waiting game right now.