We get the Prez up to see doc as soon as we pull in the driveway. He's a tough son of a b.itch, you have to be to keep this f.ucking club in line, but he's not invincible. And I'd never admit this to him, but him throwing up blood after the beat down he took had me pretty worried. I just know he must be in a s.hit ton of pain to have let Raven, and then a few of us help him walk, because his pride would allow nothing short of that for him to be helped like that in front of the club. As soon as we get him up to his room doc is there throwing out instructions and having us lie him on the bed.
"I need to know what happened, and I need his shirt off so I can do the ultrasound."
"I can undress myself a.sshole," Prez growls, and I look up to see him pushing someone's hands off his chest while
