[MC #1] Biker's Treasure [Ghost Series Part 2]

Chapter 26 - Michelle

"Hey Precious." John greets me with a smile when he finally comes back to our room. He went out after tucking me in, but I couldn't sleep for long with my stupid shoulder. "I thought you were sleeping." He sits on the bed next to me and gently pushes my hair from my face, smiling softly at my sleepy state.

"I couldn't sleep. – I sigh – My shoulder hurts." John frowns worriedly, carefully picking me off the bed and sets me in his lap, leaning my good side against his chest. I sigh in relief as the dull ache from my shoulder disappears.

"Do you want to see Doc?" John asks, but I shake my head in response.

"It's better already. It's not hurting when I don't put any pressure on it."

"You'll tell me if it gets worse, understand? I don't want you in pain." John kisses my head and slowly rocks us, lulling me back to sleep.

"Where did you go?" I mumble sleepily.

"I talked with Finn. Don't worry your pretty little head, Precious, I'll deal with it."

"I don't want to be useless, all I do is depend on people. I don't like being like this." I trace my fingers over my injured arm, mentally cursing it.

"Don't think like that. – John scolds seriously – I love taking care of you and I love that you need me." He seals his words with a deep kiss, cupping my face in his big hands.

"I love you."

"I love you too, my Precious."

After few minutes we get in bed, with me snuggled into John's side and my right arm over his chest. My man fussed over possibly hurting me and tried to go to sleep on the couch, but in the end I threatened him with the ever-so-useful tears and he gave up, settling for me using him as my body pillow. I couldn't possibly let him suffer on that small sofa, when there's a perfectly fine bed here.

The sound of knocking wakes me up. I feel John try to disentangle himself from my clutches – keyword: try – cause I'm half laying on him with my arm around him. After a minute of futile attempts to get out of the bed, my man gives up. He covers my ears and calls out to whoever's outside to come back later.

"Like fuck will I come back later." I flinch at Lia's angry voice as she marches into the room. I try, unsuccessfully, to get off John's chest, but my stupid body doesn't want to cooperate.

"Kitten!" I hear Blake sigh as he walks in right behind my friend.

"Don't 'kitten' me! This little idiot got shot and I'm only finding out now? From Maggie nonetheless?" I slowly turn around, only to see Lia stand in the middle of our room with her hands on her hips, glaring at us.

"Lia-"

"Shut it, Tank. Get up and go somewhere, I need to speak to Squirrel." I whine at the nickname hiding my face with the blanket.

"Come on, man, you know you won't win. Even I couldn't stop her from coming here." Blake chuckles, patiently waiting for John by the door, not at all bothered by Lia's anger.

"Wait outside, we need to get ready and then you can talk." John instructs sternly, getting a glare from Lia before she glances at my arm and gives up with an angry huff, walking out the door with Blake.

"Let's get you ready, Precious. Lia is not exactly patient." I'm picked up by John's strong arms and taken to the bathroom.

After taking care of our needs, separately of course, and a short shower together, my man helps me get dressed, making sure not to move my arm too much. I told him in the shower that my shoulder hurts, but in order to take my pain meds I have to eat something. So, once we're both dressed, John carries me downstairs, setting me in his lap as he sits in front of Lia and Blake. Finn is here too, along with Kian, whom I know the least, since he's usually out with Don and Killer.