“Cherry, baby, I know you better than you know yourself. You just rolled your eyes because our rat babies didn’t come from your vagina.” Every. Single. Person in this waiting room groans at Psycho’s comment. The visual is vomit inducing.
“You’re insane.” She smacks his arm and chuckles just as Gryffin grabs his dad’s growing beard and scrunches it, still holding his bottle like a warrior.
“Yes.”
“Mrs. Gray?” At the sound of the doctor’s voice, we all stand, except Psycho because he can’t.
“Yes.”
Fuck, why am I so nervous? I actually do know why…if anything happens to Boner, Grinder will hate himself.
It’s now after nine in the morning and none of us have slept except for Mac and Gryffin. The hospital has already changed shifts, the morning rounds are happening as we speak, probably on the tail end of it.
“Um, okay…” This doctor’s relatively new. I don’t know him very well but he’s got a good reputation.
“We’re all family,” Hoops says, the conviction in his voice leaving no room for questions.
“Yes, they’re all brothers and sisters. How is my son?” Momma Boner, as everyone calls her, stands with her chin held high and her spine like steel.
“Right, so…Felix is stable.” We all let go of a collective sigh, the result of over four hours of waiting. “We were able to repair the tear in his carotid artery, the vessel supplying blood to the brain.” The nametag on his green scrubs says Ray Martinez and the man looks exhausted as he slides his cap from his head, holding it tight in his hand.
I don’t like it. Bad news is coming, I can feel it, and when Parker wraps her arm around my elbow, I think she does too.
“Right now, he’s in a medically induced coma.” Shit, okay. That’s not bad, that just means he needs rest. It’s fine. He’ll be fine. My gaze sweeps around the waiting room and I can see Mac’s eyes watering, Hoops rubbing the top of his head, and Shade turning away from us all. Psycho looks like he wants to murder someone and, honestly, I wouldn't put it past him. “He lost a lot of blood and his body went into shock. That kind of stress sometimes causes the brain and body to shut down in an attempt to protect themselves.”
“Do we have a time frame for the induced coma?” I ask, then look at Momma Boner with apologetic eyes. He’s not my brother, not really, but he’s my boyfriend’s best friend so that makes him important to me. Momma smiles, then turns her attention back to the doc. She’s so stoic, holding herself like a mountain that’s been beaten by the elements yet still stands strong.
“We can’t say at this time. We’re monitoring him closely, keeping a close eye on his heart, his breathing, and neurological responses.” Dr. Martinez places a gentle hand on Momma’s shoulder and speaks softly. “The next hours and days will tellus how his body is responding to the coma and the trauma he’s been through. I know this is a lot to take in but I can promise you that he’s surrounded by a competent team watching him around the clock.”
“Can we see him?” These are her first words and her voice is barely audible, like she’s trying to keep it low or else she’ll lose her shit.
“Yes, but only two at a time. His brother, Diego, is already there.” Momma smiles at that, then nods.
“Please take me to my sons.” I’m in awe of this woman.
“Can I be Momma when I grow up?” Parker whispers as Boner’s mom takes Hoops’s hand in hers, squeezes, then walks away.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be exactly like her one day.”
Parker snort laughs, then slaps me on the chest, grinning.
“Oh, you poor naïve soul. I’m too unstable to be like her.” She’s not wrong. “Come on, Spenny, let’s go check on our boyfriend.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Parker
Online shopping has got to be one of the best things ever. Instant dopamine hit and delivery within twenty-four hours…bangin’.
Speaking of bangin’, Grinder should be back from hospital in the next few minutes and my vagina is buzzing for attention. Literally…the blue vibrating balls that arrived with this door sex swing are firmly inside me as I wait for my man.
Checking the time once more, I huff in frustration. Thankfully, the heating is on because this old building gets chilly and I’m wearing nothing but a pair of sparkling nipple tassels, some blue balls, and a knee brace. The blue balls are a symbol to the fact that it feels like fucking weeks since I had an orgasm, when in actual fact, it’s only been a few days. To keep the weight off of my strapped knee, I’m being held up by my spread thighs through two of the loops, my arse on the largest part. My back is against the bathroom door because I know, without a doubt, if I had hung this thing up on the main door of his bedroom, I would’ve promptly fallen with athudthe moment he opened it.
Maybe a picture will make him hurry…
I lean over to grab my phone and snap a picture of my middle finger over my clit. Aaand send…
Grinder:Stay.