Chapter 8 - May
May got dressed in some sweats and one of her brothers old tee shirts. Then she brushed her hair and threw some spare towels down to sop up the water. Her head was a mess, but there wasn’t much she could do about it because she couldn’t go to the hospital. She got out a clean washcloth and held it on the cut. She knew that unless she got the bleeding to slow down, the bandage wouldn’t stick.
Sighing, when it didn’t look like it was working, May opened the door and headed into the living room. She froze as soon as she noticed the handsome ass sitting on the couch.
“Oh, come on,” May complained tiredly. “I asked you to leave. Why can’t you just listen?”
“Because you have a head injury, and you won’t go to the hospital,” Jude replied as he glanced over at her.
May ignored him as she got a good look at her front door. The screen looked fine, but the door itself was cracked around the handle, and she could see the bottom hinge was the only thing keeping it from falling off.
“Did you run through it?” she questioned in shock.
“No smart ass,” Jude chuckled. “I kicked it with my boot. The doors old as fuck, it should have been a lot harder to get in,” he said with a frown.
May turned to look out the front window, when the roar of motorcycles sounded from the street. As she watched, they pulled into her driveway and parked near the house. She backed away from the window fearfully, as she eyed the two big men heading for her door. She barely saw the SUV that pulled in behind them.
“Those are friends of mine,” Jude announced, as he stood and headed for the door.
“Then why aren’t they going to your house?” she inquired.
“Because I called them, and asked them to come here,” Jude patiently explained as he opened the door for them. She stared at them as they prowled inside and stopped to look at her.
“Wow the klutz is pretty,” one of them said. She blinked as she continued to stare at him. Then she turned to Jude and shook her finger at him.
“Stop telling people I’m a klutz,” May ordered.
The handsome ass shrugged. “Stop doing stupid shit that gets you hurt,” he argued back.
“I don’t do it on purpose,” May yelled, as she threw up her arms in frustration.
“Oh,” Jude snickered. “So trouble just finds you?” he countered.
May caught the two bikers looking back and forth between each of them while they argued.
“Oh this will be fun,” one of them smirked.
She turned to him in annoyance, when a third man walked through the door, carrying a medical bag.
“Hello sweetheart,” he greeted, as he headed straight for her. “Names Doc. These two bikers are Raid and Sniper. They told me that you have a head wound that needs some attention,” he stated kindly.
May nodded at him as she looked back over to Jude. “And why are they here?” she asked, pointing at the bikers.
“To fix the door I ran through,” Jude smirked.
“Right,” May responded, as if it was a normal occurrence.
“What’s your name darling?” Doc asked.
She went to answer and then stopped herself. Blinking, she looked at him, then replied “May”.
“Are you sure?” Doc chuckled.
She looked down at the floor. “I’m sure,” she whispered.
“Okay then,” Doc replied. “How about if you have a seat on the couch, and I’ll see about fixing you up?” She nodded and headed to the couch. When she sat, she saw the two bikers head over to the door and check it out.
Doc opened his bag and pulled things out, then told her to take the cloth off her head. She jumped in surprise when Jude sat down beside her.
“This may hurt,” Doc warned as he prodded at the wound. “Definitely needs four stitches,” he told her after a minute. “I’ll give you a quick shot to numb the area, then I’ll get to work. It won’t take long.”
“Okay,” May replied somewhat quietly, then whimpered when the needle went in. She was thankful when Jude wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and left it there as Doc stitched her up.