Chapter 20
LYRIC
“Get off of me!”
I shove Peach away from me, and Zombie catches her before she hits the floor. When Lulu found me and my VP in the kitchen, I could tell something was wrong by the frantic look in her eyes. When she told me that Mellie and Peach were fighting, we took off running, ordering her to find Sawbone.
“Take her to the chambers,” I order. “Savvy, gather all her shit and give them to Undertaker. He’ll make it all disappear.”
“No!” Peach screams, struggling against Zombie. “You can’t do this!”
Zombie wraps his hand around her throat and squeezes. “We can do whatever the fuck we want.”
He drags the bitch out of the room, and I whirl around and drop to my knees next to Mellie.
“Hey, baby,” I say, gingerly touching her cheek. “C’mon, wake up for me.”
Her eyes don’t even flutter. I press two fingers to the pulse point on her neck and breathe a sigh of relief when I feel it thump. It’s strong and steady.
“What the hell happened?” I bark, shifting my eyes to Savvy, who’s kneeling on Mellie’s other side.
“Peach ran her mouth,” she replies with a shrug. “Mellie went off.”
“Wait, Mellie started this?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s my girl,” I say proudly. “If she started it, she had reason.”
“Oh, she had reason,” Savvy confirms with a grin. “Your girl’s in here.” She taps Mellie’s temple lightly. “And she’s finding herself a little at a time.”
“I know.” I take a deep breath. “I know.”
“What the fuck?” Sawbone demands when he enters the room with Lulu right behind him.
“I told you,” Lulu grits. “There was a fight.”
“No shit,” the club medic snaps as he lowers himself to the floor and nudges Savvy out of his way. “This isn’t good, Lyric, especially since it hasn’t been that long since she was released from the hospital.”
“No shit,” I say, mimicking him.
“Please tell me that the other girl is dead,” he snarls as he shines a light into Mellie’s eyes to check her pupils.
“She will be,” I assure him. “Zombie is dealing with Peach as we speak.”
“Good. ‘Bout time that bitch got what’s coming to her.”
“Is she gonna be okay?” Patti asks from across the room, where she’s leaning against the wall.
“It’s too early to tell,” Sawbone responds.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demand.
“It means,” he begins. “Mellie had swelling and bleeding in her brain less than two weeks ago. I don’t know what these new blows to her head are gonna do. Her pupils aren’t dilated, which is a good sign, but I want her under observation for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”
“I won’t let her outta my sight,” I say.
He nods. “Let’s get her to her room, and I can examine her more thoroughly.”
I lift Mellie into my arms and carry her across the clubhouse to the spare room she’s been staying in. She should be going to our room, but I’m determined to respect her wishes.
As I’m setting her down on the bed, Mellie’s eyes flutter open, and she groans.
“My head hurts,” she says quietly.
“I know, baby.” I kiss her forehead. “But you’re gonna be okay.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.” She darts her tongue out to swipe away the blood on her split lip. “Peach?”
“She’s being dealt with.”
She nods, closing her eyes. “Tired. I’m tired.”
“Don’t let her fall asleep,” Sawbone instructs. “At least, not yet.”
“Sleep,” she mumbles.
“No sleep, baby,’ I say, situating her so she’s upright and leaning against the headboard.
It takes Sawbone ten minutes to examine Mellie to his satisfaction. Once he’s finished, he crosses his arms over his chest and levels his gaze one mine.
“She’s lucky. I don’t think Peach hit her hard enough to cause actual damage,” he explains. “Her ribs aren’t broken, but she’s bruised pretty badly and will be sore for a while. The cut on her lip will heal quickly.”
“And her head?”
He shrugs. “That’s another matter entirely.
She doesn’t appear to have a concussion, so she can sleep, but I still want her woken up every two hours.
If she doesn’t exhibit any symptoms beyond being sore and tired, I think she’ll be just fine.
But if anything, and I do mean anything, changes, she needs to be taken to the hospital immediately.
I’m confident in my medical abilities, but we simply don’t have all the necessary equipment to get her through brain swelling or bleeding. ”
“Understood.”