“Okay,” he agreed.
I was so torn. I knew Wren was out there, needing me to find her, but I couldn’t leave Wyatt, not when he was hurt like this. I knew better than anyone how scared he must be, and I wasn’t going to leave him until he was ready for me to go. In the meantime, I had to trust that my brothers would be able to find Wren and that they’d protect her until I was able to get there.
I stuck my head outside the door, looking for Gonzalez and found Maverick standing there with Michael’s face crammed against the side of the building. He had a childlike smile on his face as he held Michael’s arm firmly behind his back, obviously enjoying himself. I nodded in approval, then motioned over to Gonzalez to come to the doorway. When he approached me, I asked, “Got a hospital in this town? The kid has a broken wrist that needs to be tended to.”
He let out a breath of smoke from his cigarette and nodded. “Yeah. Got a surgeon we use from time to time over at the county hospital. She’ll let us bring him in without asking a bunch of questions. I’ll call one of my boys to bring a cage over,” he offered.
“Good. Thanks, brother,” I told him.
Maverick looked over to me and asked, “Did you find out anything about Wren?”
“Not yet. Wyatt doesn’t know where she is,” I growled, glaring over at Michael.
“Tell ya what… we’ll take care of the kid, while you tend to his dad,” Gonzalez smirked.
“You’re wasting your time. I don’t know where that bitch is!” Michael panted. “And Wyatt’s fine… not a damn thing wrong with him. He’s just a pansy assed little shit,” Michael shouted as he tried to pull himself free from Maverick. Grabbing a fistful of Michael’s hair, Maverick pulled his head back and slammed it into the brick wall.
Noticing the blood dripping from Michael’s nose, I told Maverick, “Take him around back. I don’t want Wyatt to see anything.” I looked over to Q’ and said, “I’m gonna need you to go with us to take Wyatt to the hospital. I want someone I can trust to be there with him after I leave.”
“Not a problem,” Q’ assured me.
“That kid in there means something to me, brother.”
“Understood.”
Once Maverick and Michael disappeared around the back of the building, I went back over to Wyatt and knelt down in front of him. His eyes grew as big a saucers when I said, “My friend Gonzalez is going to take us to the hospital so we can get your arm looked at. Once we know everything’s going to be okay with your arm, I’m going to go find your momma.
“Do you know where she is?” he whispered.
“No buddy. I don’t, but I’m going to find out.”
“What about my dad? Do you think he knows where she is?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think he might, so I need to go talk to him for a little while.”
“My dad isn’t very nice.”
“Already know that Wyatt. It’ll be fine. Let’s get that arm taken care of.”
“You think I’ll get a cast?” Wyatt asked. I thought he was nervous about getting a cast until he smiled and said, “I’ve always wanted one. Maybe I can get a blue one like Thomas had last month when he broke his elbow.”
“Yeah. I figure you’ll get yourself a pretty cool cast out of the deal. And when you’re all fixed up and the doc’s finished, Q’ will take you back to the clubhouse.”
“I’ve got my bag packed. It’s in the trunk of Dad’s car,” he explained.
“I’ll take care of it,” I told him. A car horn blew outside, letting me know that Wyatt’s ride had arrived. “They’re here. You ready to go?”
“I’m ready,” he answered. He slowly stood up and walked over to me, carefully wrapping his good arm around my waist as he gave me a light hug. “Thank you for coming for me, Stitch.”
Never realized how much a simple hug could mean to me. Having him there in my arms and knowing that he was going to be okay, healed a part of me that I didn’t even know was broken. Without thinking, I leaned down and kissed him lightly on top of his head. After a few seconds, I knelt down and lifted him into my arms, carefully carrying him out to the car.
Once I had him settled in next to Q’, I headed over to my bike and followed them to the hospital. Thankfully, the doctor was waiting at the backdoor for us when we pulled up. As soon as she saw his wrist, she had him rushed to x-ray. When they returned, she let us know that his wrist was broken, but it was a clean break. She wouldn’t have to set his arm, and he’d only need to wear a cast. Relief washed over me when I realized he was going to be okay.
I turned to him and said, “Looks like you’re going to get that cool blue cast after all.” Then, I cleared my throat and said, “Wyatt, I’m gonna need you to do me a favor.”
“What kind of favor?”