Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

I nodded. As worried I was about King, I wasn’t connected to him like Pie and the rest of the club was. “I’m okay, just worried about King.”

“We all are,” Murphy replied. “Get some rest, doll. We’ll let you know if we hear anything.”

Princeton nodded at me and pulled my door shut.

I turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, God,” I whispered. I rested my elbows on my knees and buried my fingers in my hair.

Pie’s grief-stricken face flashed in front of me.

There I was, crying and being foolish about Pie looking at me when King was being loaded into the back of an ambulance.

It was crazy how two seconds could bring your world to a screeching halt.

I hoped to God King was okay because I knew Pie wouldn’t be if he weren't.

*

Chapter Fourteen

Waiting…

Pie

There were thirty-seven tiles the length of the waiting room and thirty-four chairs.

The Devil’s Knights were taking up twenty of them.

Marco and Royal had appeared half an hour after I got there and now we were all just waiting.

“It’s been two hours,” Easy whispered.

I dropped my head in my hands and sighed. “Meg said that it may take three hours depending on what they find when they get in there.” I had felt every minute of those three hours. It was pure agony not knowing what was going to happen to one of the most important people in my life.

“This is fucking crazy, man.” Easy sat back and stretched his legs out in front of him. “We were all just standing around talking, and then King just hit the fucking floor like a ton of bricks.” Easy sobbed. “I tried to catch him, but he was halfway on the floor by the time I got an arm around him. I couldn’t catch him, man.”

I sat back and felt the tears stream down my cheeks. At least Easy had been there. I didn’t know anything had happened until King was on the way to the hospital. I felt like such an idiot looking back at me telling Bristol to not answer the phone.

“He’s always there to catch everyone, and the one fucking time he needs me, I’m not there.” Easy wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

I put my arm around Easy and squeezed.. “It’s okay, Easy. You were there for him, brother. You held him up, so his head didn’t hit the ground.”

Meg paced back and forth in front of us. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she was wearing neon purple pajamas. Her slippers slapped against her heels with each step she took.

“Honey,” Cyn called. “Come sit down. You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor with all of that pacing.”

Meg clamped her lips between her teeth and shook her head. “If I sit down, all I’m going to do is think about Lo. He keeps me safe, Cyn, but now it’s my turn to keep him safe, and I can’t be there.” A sob ripped from her lips. “I can’t lose him,” she gasped.

None of us could lose him. King was intricately woven into each of our lives and if he were to die, our lives would be shattered.

Cyn jumped up from her chair and wrapped Meg in her arms. “You’re not gonna lose him, honey.”

Cyn didn’t know that. None of us knew what was going to happen.

King had a carotid dissection. One of his arteries in his neck had a tear in it, and the blood had seeped in between the walls and separated them. He passed out because he didn’t have enough blood flow going to his brain.

The only good thing that was going for King right now was he was taken to the hospital immediately and in surgery within half an hour of being brought in. Time was on his side, at least for now.