Devils Rebels (MC)

42 - Jake & Justin the Not so Dynamic Duo

*A/N The above picture is of Justin, Romans son* 

Nyx POV

My body felt heavy and I could hear muffled voices around me, but I couldn't quite place whose voices they belonged to. Perhaps it was the doctor and nurses talking about my condition? Was I still in the hospital? I couldn't quite tell although I didn't hear any machines beeping that'd help me know for sure if I was or wasn't.

Soon a door opened and closed, I could only assume that it was to my room considering I heard a soft sigh from my right. I tried to move but I could only make my fingers twitch. I whimpered, feeling completely helpless. I didn't know what was happening.

Someone grabbed hold of my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, a gesture I was sure that was meant to be reassuring but it only made me worry more.

I continued to push myself, trying to move, trying to open my eyes and slowly I was able to move my hand up to my face. Soon enough I was able to blink my eyes open.

When my eyes opened I took in the room I was in. The best was made from Cherry wood, it's deep red was the perfect match for the deep woodsy brown carpet and forest green walls. I continued examining the room until my eyes landed on a man who seemed uncannily familiar sitting in a chair next to the bed to the right of me.

I tilted my head a bit, examining his face trying to remember whom he reminded me of or looked like. His head was down looking at his phone, oblivious to the fact that I was awake. His hand still held onto mine gently while his other hand typed furiously on his phone. He must have been in a very heated conversation.

I shifted slightly, trying to sit up so I could get a better idea of how my body was feeling. As I did so, the man looked up quickly, clearly startled that I had been awake for so long without him noticing. I froze and looked u into my eyes and then it hit me as to why he seemed so familiar.

He was the spitting image of my older brother Jake. He had his grey eyes, chizled jaw, and the same dark black hair that I had except his was shorter than before, and styled much differently - slicked back like a mafia boss from the old movies would be. If he had been wearing a pinstripe suit he'd be the perfect fit for the part of Mob boss.

I ripped my hand out of his and scooted against the headboard of the bed. Was I dead? Was this my hell? Or was I in heaven and would Mom and Dad soon be bursting through the door to welcome me ina warm embrace?

As if he could read my thoughts he chuckled softly and shook his head, his grey eyes gleaming with amusement, "You're not dead Nyx. You were in a medically induced coma." I sucked in a shocked breath as his voice surrounded my heart. That voice I had longed to hear once more, the voice I had surprisingly missed the most.

I sniffled, watching my eyes become blurry from tears as every emotion I had felt that day came crashing into me like a hurricane to the coastal shore, "But... you were dead... they told me that you were. How? How are you here...?" I started to shake, blinking away the tears that clouded my vision.

He took a small step towards me, searching my face for how I would react. When I didn't shrink away from him he closed the distance between us and sat on the edge of the bed sighing softly, "It's complicated to say the least. Dad was... Well he was a fool. He messed with the wrong people and it cost him not only his life but Moms life too. I had tried to get to them when I crashed, that part I'm sure they told you, was true. But it wasn't a fatal crash. Roman - he found me and saved my life. I'm sure had he not been there it would have been fatal." He paused as he saw me flinch when he said Roman's name and bit his bottom lip softly.

When I didn't interject he continued, "I was losing a lot of blood, my bike's kickstand had broken off midcrash and found its way into my thigh, nicking the major artery there. Lucky for me he was on the same highway just up the road aways and saw it all happen. He quickly came to me and made a tourniquet out of his tie to prevent me from bleeding out."