by Abigail Roux
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Kelly shrugged. “I do what I can. ”
Ty faded in and out of sleep after Zane left him. It was easier to let whatever was in that IV do its work than to fight it trying to stay lucid. He dozed, never quite sure when he was asleep and dreaming, or when he was awake staring at the ceiling and listening to the beeps and thrums of the busy emergency department.
At times he dreamed of visitors coming to see him. Zane holding his hand. Nick sitting on his bed to laugh at him. Kelly bending over him to check his vitals. Sanchez begging him to wake up and move before they were blown up. Deuce sitting by his bed with his brand new baby girl in his arms. Chester waving a shovel at a nurse.
He would sort out the reality from the hallucinations later.
Something jostled the bed and Ty forced his eyes to open. There was a man sitting on the side of the hospital bed, dressed in blue scrubs and sunglasses.
“Hello, Tyler,” he said, British accent steeped in sarcasm. “Fancy meeting you here. ”
Ty jolted in bed, adrenaline racing through him when he recognized his visitor.
“Liam. ”
Liam Bell’s lips curved into an evil smirk. Ty tried to sit up, but Liam put a hand on his sternum and shoved him back to the mattress.
“Don’t make a fuss, love, I won’t be long. ”
Ty reached to grab at the front of his scrubs, but Liam gripped his wrist, twisting Ty’s arm away and pinning it to the hospital bed.
“You never did handle the hard stuff well,” Liam said as he peered at the little machine that registered Ty’s heart rate. “Calm down, I’m not here to hurt you. Yet. ”
Ty’s other hand grasped at him. “Why are you here? How?”
“Haven’t you heard? Revenge is all the rage this season. ” He leaned closer to Ty’s face, using his elbow to push into Ty’s chest. “I’m so glad you’re here. ”
“Where have you been?”
Liam smiled crookedly and peered over the tops of his sunglasses, blue eyes shining. “The same place you have, Ty. Hell. ”
Ty gasped for air. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t defend himself, why his breath was so hard to catch. “Did you leave the bag?”
“I don’t intend to kill you when you can’t fight back. ” Liam leaned closer, close enough for his breath to gust across Ty’s face. “We shall meet again, Tyler. When you’re well. Until then. ”
He pulled away from Ty’s grasp, which was easier than it should have been. Ty struggled to sit up, but Liam was gone.
They went a few blocks before Nick worked up the nerve to broach the subject with his companion, but he took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “Hey, Zane, I need to apologize to you. For the others. ”
Zane glanced at him as they walked, eyebrows raised. “What for?”
“They’re assholes. ”
Zane laughed, shaking his head. “They haven’t done anything. ”
“Yeah, maybe not. It’s just . . . Ty and I have always been sort of responsible for them, you know?” Nick reached out to stop Zane so he could face him as they spoke. “Look, the guys, they judge pretty harshly. They think you have something to prove. ”
Zane’s smile fell. He glanced away, nodding and pressing his lips tightly together.
“They’re wrong, you know. ”
Zane looked back at him sharply.
“I’ve seen how you handle yourself. Give it some time; they’ll realize Ty trusts you with his life. They’ll come around. ”
He waited for Zane to say something, but the man remained silent, his dark eyes unreadable. At last, Zane licked his lips and smiled weakly. “Thanks,” he said before he started walking again.
They were stepping through the iron gate surrounding the coral-colored 8th district police station on Royal Street when Nick’s phone rang. He dug it out and called for Zane to hold up when he saw it was Kelly.
“Hey,” he answered, giving Zane a shrug when the man made an inquiring gesture with his hands.
“You guys gotta come back here,” Kelly said in a rush. “Ty’s freaking the fuck out, he’s trying to take out his IV and they’re talking about sedating him. ”
“What? What happened?”
“He keeps saying he’s not hallucinating and you two can’t go to the police. I don’t know, that’s all I can get out of him. ”
“What’s going on?” Zane asked.
“I have no idea,” Nick mouthed.
“Just come back here,” Kelly said on the phone. “Maybe Zane can get him calm, because I sure as hell can’t. ”
“Okay, we’re on our way. ” Nick ended the call and waved at Zane. “Kelly says Ty’s losing it, they need us back there. ”
It was almost eight blocks from the station to Tulane Medical Center, but Zane didn’t even hesitate. He took off at a run, and Nick sprinted after him. Taxis in the French Quarter were few and far between, but by the time they crossed Rampart and got to the emergency department doors, Nick was pretty sure they could have carjacked someone and gotten there with less trouble. He had a hard time keeping up with Zane’s long strides.
When they were let into the room, they found Ty sleeping. Owen and Digger were leaning against the supply cabinet on one wall, and Kelly was sitting on Ty’s bed, arms crossed. Everything was calm, except for Nick and Zane gasping as they both tried to catch their breath.
“What the hell, man?” Nick blurted.
Kelly shrugged. “They had to sedate him. ”
Nick leaned against the wall, panting.
Zane moved closer, taking Ty’s hand. “What triggered him? What happened?”
“No clue,” Kelly answered. “We barely got any sense out of him. ”
“We were in the lobby when a nurse came running out begging for our help,” Owen explained. “When we got back here, three orderlies were holding him down. We tried to tell them he didn’t like being restrained, but they said he’d tried to attack a male nurse who came to take his vitals. ”
Zane looked momentarily horrified, but he hid it quickly and gripped Ty’s limp hand tighter.
“When he saw us, he calmed a little, but not enough. The good news, though,” Kelly added, keeping his voice bright. “He passed the stone. ”
“Great,” Nick huffed. “Now we just have to wait for him to fucking wake up. How long will that take?”
“Judging by the amount of sedative they gave him and the way Ty reacts to medications?” Kelly looked at the watch on his wrist. He shrugged. “I don’t have a fucking clue. ”
Nick glared at him. “I hate you. We ran here. Sprinted. ”
Kelly looked him up and down appraisingly. “Good job. ”
Digger clucked his tongue and smacked a hand against Nick’s arm. “The only sense we could make out of what he was saying was to get you two the fuck away from the police. ”
Nick nodded, looking from Digger to Ty, who lay peacefully now. Zane sat on the chair beside the bed, holding Ty’s hand in both of his. He was staring at Ty’s face, seemingly oblivious to the rest of them.
“Well,” Nick said, at a loss. “Why don’t we, uh . . . we’ll go get some breakfast and . . . ” He gestured at Zane, and the others filtered toward the door with him. They left Ty to his sedation and Zane to his vigil.
Chapter 5
Ty moved gingerly as Zane walked with him to the hotel room. Zane had never passed a kidney stone, but he’d heard the horror stories. All he knew was that Ty had been lucky to be drugged and having a minor meltdown to distract him during the process.
As they made their way down the hall, Ty reached out to steady himself on Zane’s arm. The medicine he’d been given was still in effect, and he was wobbly and uncertain of his footing.
“Need help?”
Ty shook his head. “No, I’m good. ” But he didn’t let go of Zane’s arm. He kept his other hand on his side. Zane wasn’t sure if he was hurting
there, or it just made him feel better to hold it.
When they reached their room, Zane wasn’t surprised to see the other men already there. He’d called ahead to let them know Ty was being released, and Nick had a key. They all stood when Ty stepped into the room.
“You okay, Six?” Digger asked.
Ty nodded curtly.
“So,” Kelly said with a smirk. “Psychotic episode is the new prescribed treatment for passing one of these things?”
Ty cleared his throat, his cheeks coloring. “Hallucinations are a bitch when they talk back. ”
Zane put his hand on Ty’s arm, offering a modicum of support. Ty’s hand trembled as it hung between them. He clenched it to make it stop.
“I need a cigarette or something,” Ty mumbled.
“My pack’s in my jeans,” Zane offered.
Ty headed for the pile of clothing Zane had discarded the night before. Zane recognized it as more of a distraction than the actual need for a cigarette. It was something for Ty to do with himself, with his hands and his mind, so he had a little bit more time to figure out how to explain his behavior to the rest of them.
He bent gingerly, holding his side as he dug through Zane’s pockets. Everyone else was quiet, waiting, knowing the silence itself would do more to force Ty to talk than any pointed queries. Zane smiled. He kind of liked watching the dynamic of Sidewinder, because even though he still felt like a bit of an outcast, he also knew he was in a room with some of the people who knew Ty best. He was no longer the only one present who would call Ty on his bullshit.
Ty straightened with a grimace once he found the pack and the lighter. He was frowning, holding the piece of paper Zane had wadded up this morning. It took a moment for Zane to remember what it was. He was pretty sure Ty was too high to be bothered by it. He might even find it funny. Ty tapped one of the cigarettes out of the pack and put it in his mouth, then dropped the pack and idly flattened the paper to read.
Zane was expecting him to make a joke or a lewd comment about someone slipping Zane a phone number in a bar, so he was shocked by the change that came over Ty’s face. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and dropped it to the floor. His jaw tightened and his hard eyes darted to Zane.
“What?” Zane asked.
Ty held up the paper and crumpled it in his fist. “Where’d you get this?”
“Last night, some guy slipped it into my pocket. ”
“What guy?” Ty demanded. His voice had gone low and dangerous, and he advanced on Zane from across the room, heedless of the other men, no longer slow or shaky.
“I don’t know, Ty, some guy who wanted a light. ” Zane peered over Ty’s shoulder at the others. They were all growing uneasy, sharing wide-eyed glances and shifting where they sat. Even Ty wasn’t usually this overtly possessive or combative.
Ty was oblivious to the discomfort in the room as he stalked up to Zane, cornering him in the little entryway. He held the paper up. “What did he look like?”
“Ty,” Zane said gently. “It’s a piece of trash in my pocket. He pickpocketed my lighter and slipped it back in with that note. It’s not a big deal, okay? Maybe we can talk about it once the meds wear off. ”
Ty’s eyes flashed and he struck out at the wall next to Zane, slapping his palm and the piece of paper against it. Zane flinched away, eyes going wider.
“What did he look like?” Ty shouted.
“Grady!” Kelly called. “You need to sit down before the morphine gets the better of you. ”
Zane’s eyes stayed on Ty’s. He shook his head. He knew Ty wasn’t going to hurt him, but it was growing embarrassing. He just wanted to keep Ty calm until the drugs could wear off. “He was . . . blond. British. Blue eyes. I don’t know, it was dark. ”
“Was his name Liam Bell?” Ty growled.
Zane heard a sharp inhalation from one of the others, and it distracted him enough to glance at them and see Nick and Kelly both standing. He met Ty’s eyes again and nodded. “Yeah. I think that was his name. How’d you know that?”
Ty took a step back, releasing the paper. It fluttered to the ground at Zane’s feet. Ty put a hand over his mouth and turned away.
“Liam Bell?” Nick asked, aghast. “How is that possible?”
“Who is Liam Bell?” Zane asked. “How do you know him?”
“How did you know it was him, Ty?” Owen demanded.
Ty still had a hand over his mouth. He closed his eyes.
“You saw him, didn’t you?” Nick said. “In the ER. That’s why you freaked out. You saw him there. ”
Ty nodded, eyes still closed. “I thought I was hallucinating. ”
“Who is Liam Bell?” Zane asked again.
Kelly took a deep breath, looking between Ty and Zane. “He was . . . uh. ”
“He’s a ghost,” Digger answered. “He’s dead. ”
“We have to get out of here,” Ty muttered. “We have to leave town. ”
Zane barked a laugh. “Are you serious?”
Ty turned on him. “What else did he say to you?”
Zane sighed, far too aware of all the eyes on him. He shrugged it off. “He wanted a light. He sort of flirted with me. There was nothing. ”
Ty gritted his teeth, stepping closer. “Zane, the words he used. What did he say?”
Zane’s brow furrowed as he fought past the sense of urgency and confusion to remember exactly what the man had said to him. He shook his head, distracted by the look of near panic on Ty’s face. “He said something about looking forward to seeing me again. ” He paused, taking a deep breath to steel himself for Ty’s reaction. “Without my boyfriend around. ”