Cole lay on his back, breathing ragged as I hovered over him. The others arrived and lifted him to his feet, half dragging him back to the clubhouse. One biker girl with a large bird tattoo covering the area between her chin and collarbone was yelling something at me. My hearing had returned but the words weren't processing.
Her lips read, "Are you OK?" and I nodded, holding back tears. She grabbed at my arm and I looked down to see the blood was smeared down my own chest and shoulder.
I was guided inside and Cole was settled on one of the couches. My senses were slowly being returned and the commotion became vibrant compared to the dull thrum.
The world came crashing back down. One man was on the phone with the police, shouting about a helicopter. Dozer was frantic, screaming about
