***Bear***
Finally, I was able to get out of this freaking hospital room. My head was still pounding like mad, and my body wasn't far behind the pain in my head, but I was beyond caring. I needed to start on finding Piper. Much to the protest of the doctors there, I signed myself out the next day after I woke up.
"Where's my bike?" I asked Bash as he drove us back to the clubhouse. I rested my head back against the headrest in the SUV.
"It's at the garage. No one is to touch it till you see it."
"How bad is it?"
He made an odd noise. "It's pretty messed up; I don't know if it is salvageable or not."
"Great," I groan.
"What has Tech found?"
"Not a lot. The warehouse that they had been using is empty; we can't get a lock on Carrie; we think she is holed up with one of the other clubs
