Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

Chibs was waiting for me when I all but ran into the lobby of the hospital. Standing next to him was Opie, and I had seen Chibs briefly pacing before noticing me walking towards the door. 

I couldn't stop myself. As soon as I was close enough to him, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and buried my face in his chest. He let me stay like that for a few moments before pulling back slightly, and bringing his hands up to cup either side of my face. 

"You alright, love?" He asked, his eyes scanning over my face. As if looking for something wrong. 

"I-I'm fine, little shaken up but I just need to check on Wendy. I'm still not sure what happened. Cops said she wouldn't tell them anything until I got here." I explained, looking up at him. It took a few moments for the words to sink in before he nodded his head and took a step back. 

I glanced at him one more time before stepping around him and walked down the hospital hallway. It wasn't hard to find the room that Wendy was in, as there were cops standing outside the room. At least three of them. I could feel their eyes on me as I pushed my way past them and into the room they were standing in front of. 

Another cop was standing in the room, at the end of the bed that Wendy was confined to. 

When my eyes finally landed on her, it suddenly became very hard to breathe. She already had bruises forming on her face, around her right eye. Three butterfly bandages over the cut that was under her right eye, a large patch of white gauze with blood seeping through it from, I assume, a large cut on her left cheek, and her lip was split open. 

There were also bandages on her collarbone, and her arm was wrapped with some bandages that led me to believe she would be in a cast for a while. 

"Oh, Wendy." I breathed out the breathe I hadn't realized I was holding in.  Her eyes came to land on me, and immediately filled with tears. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as she let out a small sob. "I'm sorry, Lilith. I should've listened to you."

Dropping my purse in the floor, I stepped up to the side of the bed and took her hand in my own. I was as gentle as possible, not wanting to risk hurting her anymore than she already was. "What are you talking about?" I questioned her, not sure what she was talking about. "I-I went out with that guy, the one you told us all to stay away from. The one from the club." She was talking about Luther. I swear, it felt like my blood suddenly went cold inside my body. 

"I-I thought that maybe you were just over reacting about how bad of a guy he was; but I was stupid. I should've listened to you. I'm so sorry." She continued to cry. 

Reaching my  free hand out, I lightly pushed her hair away from her face. Part of me wanted to be angry with her, but part of me also knew that she had already been through enough. This is exactly why I had told the girls to stay away from him, because I didn't want them to have to go through something like this. 

"Shhhh, it's okay. Everything okay. Luther isn't going to come near you again." I hummed lightly, stroking her hair. While I seemed calm and collected on the outside for her sake, inside I was enraged. My entire body felt as if it had been felt on fire.

Wendy seemed to doze off as I stroked her hair- more than likely a side effect of whatever pain medicine they had given her. I took that as my chance to collect my things and leave the room. 

As soon as I was out the door, with my back facing the cops, I wiped the calm look away from my face and allowed my anger to show through.  

I didn't stop walking when I reached Chibs and Opie, I pushed past them too; but they were quick to follow along behind me. "What's going on?" I heard Opie ask lightly. It was obvious to me that he was speaking to Chibs and not to me. "I have no clue." Chibs sighed, still following along behind me.

We had just reached the lobby when I turned on my heel to face the two men. "What's going on is this; my asshole of an ex just made the decision to beat the shit out of one of my dancers, my girl. Now I'm going to pay him a visit and make sure he regrets that decision. You can either come with me, or leave." 

I didn't wait for an answer from either of them before once more turning around and walking away.