Tanner:A Black Widow MC Romance(4)

“Don't try to move yet. I don't want you to pull out your stitches.” Her voice was so soothing.



Wait...stitches? What happened to me last night? I tried to remember but my head was blank. It felt like another blackout from being too drunk.



“Follow my pen with your eyes.” She leaned in closer and I got a whiff of her addicting flowery perfume. She drew a line across my face with the flashlight and I tried my best to follow it. “Good job, Tanner.”



I wanted to hear her scream my name.



She poured me a cup of water from a pitcher and brought it to my lips. The water rejuvenated my throat and mouth, bringing me back to life. Her hand grabbed my wrist and a static shock jolted through me. My heart raced at her touch.



The doctor looked confused as she watched the monitor. “We might need to run some tests on your heart.”



“What happened?” My voice was gravelly as the words came out.



Caleb was standing in the doorway with the rest of the MC. “You are one tough son of a bitch, Tanner.”



I tried to sit up but my arms were so weak. “Take it easy,” the beautiful doctor said, lowering me back down onto the bed.



“I'll leave you guys alone to visit but don't strain him too much. He needs his rest.”



“Don't worry, Doc, we'll watch over him,” Caleb said.



The doctor gave me one last look before she left. I didn't want her to go. I wanted her to hold my wrist forever.



Mike, the Sgt-at-Arms, came over to my bedside. He was the biggest out of all of us—almost 6'4'' and strong as an ox. We liked to call him our big oaf.



“What happened?” I choked out.



Mike laughed heartily. “You don't remember?”



I shook my head.



Claire came through the crowd and held my hand. She was what you would call our den mother. She dated Mason, our President, for years and decided to stick around after they broke up. Now she took care of us. “Honey, you were in a bar fight and got stabbed. We thought we lost you.”



The memories of the Stinky Goat came rushing back—the hot red head, the bloody brawl, and the knife in my back. My blood began to boil.



Claire put her hand on my chest to calm me down. She continued, “The doctor told us you lost a lot of blood but the wounds weren't serious. You're going to be fine.”



My muscles relaxed and my heart beat slowed. I lay back down on the hospital bed and let out a sigh. Everything was going to be okay.



Mason came up and shook my hand. His horn-rimmed glasses gave him a sophisticated look while his gray hairs gave away his age. “Rest up, Tanner. We want you back as soon as possible.”



“I feel good. Let's go home.” I sat up and the room began to spin—a feeling I was all too familiar with. I stood up and steadied myself. My knees were wobbly and my legs weak. I took a step and Caleb had to hold my arm to keep me from crashing down.



“What is going on in here?” The blonde doctor rushed into the room and grabbed my arm away from Caleb.



“I feel good, Doc. It's time to go home.” Her hand on my arm felt really nice.



“Over my dead body,” she said with conviction. She grit her teeth and flared her nostrils. This was one woman shouldn't be trifled with.



I put my hands up in the air. “I surrender. Sorry guys but it might be a couple days until I'm out of here.”



The doctor helped me lay down on the bed, placing my head gently on the hard pillow. Claire came over and kissed me on the forehead, leaving a red lipstick mark. “Get some rest, Tanner. And listen to the doctor.”



I smiled at her. Claire really was a mother to me. “Yes, Ma'am.”



The MC left the room, waving goodbye and slapping my legs. The doctor checked my vitals and I stared at her. She had a slender figure but her large white coat hid any evidence of it. Her name plate on her left breast said: Dr. Holmes.



“Your vitals are getting better. But we still need to do some tests.”



“Dr. Holmes eh? Any relation to the famous detective.”



The doctor sneered at me. “Like I haven't heard that one before.”



I laughed and could feel the stitches in my back pulling at my skin. “What's your first name?”



She cocked her head to the side and looked at me funny. Like nobody had every wondered her name before. “It's Grace. But you can call me Dr. Holmes.”



“Well Grace, I'm Tanner. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for saving my life.” I lifted my hand out for her to shake. Grace ignored my polite gesture and checked the monitor next to me. She must not like my defiant attitude. Not yet at least.



“If the tests look good tomorrow. You'll be able to go home,” Grace said, walking to the doorway.