Fight For Her (Devil's Right Hand MC #2)

Chapter 32

Brenna's POV

A rhythmic beeping slowly wakes me up as I wiggle on my bed. What the hell is that? That's not Kade's alarm clock. White light hits my eyes as I realize I am not laying on my bed, I'm reclined in a brown chair.

Where the hell am I? Why am I here?

As I open my eyes and see Hazel laying in front of me, the memories of the last 24 hours flood over me. Joey was driving drunk with Hazel in the car. She was thrown from the car. A 16-year-old kid died. Hazel could die.

Those facts hit me like a tsunami. It's like I'm learning all of this life-altering information for the first time because, for the first few seconds this morning, I forgot this was my reality. For just a few precious seconds, I was waking up in my bed to make pancakes for my perfectly healthy child. But, that's not my reality. Honestly, I don't know what the hell my reality is right now.

"Has anything changed?" I ask Kade who is sitting in a chair on the other side of Hazel's bed.

"No, you've only been asleep an hour," Kade answers.

"Did you sleep any?" I question though the bags under his eyes tell me the answer.

"I'm fine," he dismisses, but just as I am about to argue, the girls walk into the room. They lifted the three-person rule so people have been in and out of the room all night, but I'm sure Driver kicked them out when I finally fell asleep.

"We brought breakfast," Grace says as she places a huge Dunkin Donuts bag in front of us.

"And here's your coffee. Cold brew, with cream, sugar, and mocha, right?" Amber asks as she hands me a large iced coffee.

"Thanks," I try to smile but my face refuses to move in that direction. Hazel was my reason to smile. I don't think I'll ever be able to smile without her here and healthy.

"We didn't know what you liked so we got you one of each breakfast sandwich," Grace says.

"Thanks but I'm not-" I begin but Kade interrupts me.

"Just take a bite or two," Kade says. Begrudgingly, I reach into the bag and pull out the first sandwich I find. I open it and take a small bite. The food feels like sandpaper in my mouth as I try to swallow it. As soon as the food hit my stomach, a wave of nausea washes over me and I set the sandwich down. One bite is enough, it's more than Hazel is getting.

"Have you heard anything else Clove?" I ask as I change the subject.

"Her labs aren't getting better, but they aren't getting worse," Clove says, but she once again avoids eye contact.

"So that's good, right?" Kade asks.

"It's not bad," Clove mumbles. I don't know why this isn't good news. If she isn't getting worse, isn't that a good thing? Isn't that better than the alternative?

"Do you guys need anything?" Amber asks as she locks her eyes on me. If anybody knows what it's like to be in my position, it's her. Sure, Grease is her man and not her kid, but a person she loves nearly died in a vehicle accident, it's close enough.

"No, we are okay," I answer. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the iPad stopped playing, so I turn it on and restart The Lion King 2 for the hundredth time today. I just don't want her to be scared. I want her to hear her favorite movie, feel her blankey, and know that her Mommy and Daddy are here.

"Okay, we'll be in to check on you in a little while," Grace replies as they leave the room.

"Grace?" I call before she leaves the room. "How's Brody?"