Tanks princess

Chapter 4

A few hours before.

I had to step out of the room to let Doc work on her shoulder because I wasn't capable of staying for what was going to happen. Thankfully, it didn't take long and instead of me helping doc to keep her in place, Beast took my place and as soon as it was done, he left, and I walked in again. She was still passed out and Doc was fixing a sling for her arm.

"Did she feel it?" I asked, well aware that she was not in any sedative or painkillers yet.

"When I popped it back to place her consciousness came as fast as it went" Doc said while placing and IV on her right arm, after that he turned to me "I'll be back with the blood test results in a few, she shouldn't wake up for a while, I put some ibuprofen and amoxicillin in the IV, that should help with infections on her cuts, pain and knock her out for a few" After saying that he walked out of the door leaving me alone with this fallen angel. Letting out a long breath, I took a chair that was against the wall and pushed it right next to her good arm and hold her hand, trying to understand how someone could of have done this to someone so innocent looking.

Taking my phone out of my pocket I send a message to Hound, he was a pretty good tracker and hunter, hopefully he can trace her steps back to where she came from and see if we can get the asshole who hurt her. In less than five minutes I get the reply from my request, he is on his way to where we found her. More like, where she found us.

She was still dirty and covered in soil and some blood, but she was in no state to wake up and take a shower, so I also texted Doc to see if he had a female nurse willing to come over here and give us a hand, I wasn't about to do it myself because I knew she wouldn't be comfortable with it if she knew. Same as Hound, he quickly replied that someone was on the way. After that I just simply got comfortable in the chair and started studying every mark, bruise, and part of her that was visible.

As time went the nurse came and cleaned her as good as she could. A petit blonde woman with a shy smile. While she was working, I left the room and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, the general area of the compound was quiet compared to how it usually is, I guess it had to do with the unconscious angel that ran into our place. At the kitchen Carly, Boulders old lady, served me a plate of pancakes with sausage and scramble eggs.

"How is she doing?" Carly questioned after passing me some water.

"Rough shape. Don't know her name, where she came from, anything" That was my answer as I took a considerable amount of food and put it in my mouth, eating the whole plate in less than ten minutes. I was starving.

"Prez" Doc called me from the entrance of the kitchen, his face serious and with some papers in his hand. Nodding as a thank you toward Carly, I left the table and approached Doc "Can we talk in your office?" Shit.

I grunt and start walking toward my office that also is the room where we do church if anything has to be discussed with the club. Inside I take a sit in the chair behind the desk and Doc moves one from the big table to the front of the desk.

"Her blood results are considerably good, the only thing that I see that is kind of worrying is her iron levels are extremely low, but that is understandable due to her predicament" He took a deep breath and looked me directly in the eyes, and some worry lines formed in his forehead. Wasn't low iron considerably good for how malnourish we found her? "She is pregnant" All the air scaped my lungs. Shit "The portable ultrasound machine that I got from when Carly was pregnant still works, after Marilyn finishes with the bath I'll go ahead and bring the machine to make sure there has not been any damage to the fetus, even thought there is a low probability of a healthy baby when she is in such deplorable conditions right now" I felt underwater. She was pregnant and probably by her abuser, the baby might not make it, she is way unhealthy right now.

Present.

Doc checked and the baby was miraculously fine, so after she regained consciousness and was calm, I got her a soup, nothing heavy that could make her throw up, but it will be enough for now to give her some strength and nutrients that she desperately needed.

In a slow motion she ate her soup and drank water until the bowl was half full, then she just looked at me and left the bowl in the lap table I brough the food in, not saying a word but saying a thousand things with her eyes.

"Full?" I ask her, and she nods her head slowly. We can't force her to eat more than she is willing because she is probably not use to eat a lot so it can upset her stomach and we are supposed to put wight on her. I get the lap table slowly to not scare her, but she only flinch a little when I tried to retrieved it a big difference compared to when she woke up and panicked "Do you need anything else? Maybe some more water or orange juice?" Looking up towards me she blinked as if thinking her options.

"Ju...jui...ce" Her cute stutter confirmed, and I smiled toward her and nodded my head letting out a 'coming right up' walking out of the room and into the kitchen to leave the bowl and graving a glass for the orange juice and another bottle of water. When I was about to leave the kitchen to go back to the beauty in the medical room, Ruby one of older members of the club gave me a paper plate with a few homemade chocolate chip cookies she just baked to 'Sweetened the bad memories out of that poor child.'

She was the sweetest person in the MC, almost sixty-four and the old lady of a deceased brother. The mother of Hammer and Knuckles that decided to stay in the compound grounds after the loss of her husband to stay close to her kids and the only family she has left.

I knocked on the door of her room, letting her know I'm about to walk in and then balancing the cookies on top of the glass of juice I opened the door to find her just where I left her. With a hand on her lower stomach, big doe eyes and a lost puppy look, she looked like the most beautiful and cute woman ever.

"They baked some cookies for you" I said as I approach her with the juice and plate. She slowly took the glass from me and looked at the cookies, probably thinking if she could fit some more in her stomach. After emptying the glass, she placed it on the bed table next to her, then she grabbed a cookie and started to slowly maunch on it. Her eyes illuminated after the first bite, and she ate her cookie with more enthusiasm. "Good?" I ask and she nodded with a small smile that warmed me, then I remembered I didn't know her name "Honey, what is your name?" She paused for a moment while chewing, her head tilted to the side as she looked in my eyes like she was staring at my soul.

"My na...nam...name is" She paused for a second and took a sip of her water "Olivia."

"Beautiful" I sigh.