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"Yeah, it was I lost concentration for a second, and that was all they needed to shoot him," Scott said

"I’ree You can never predict how this shit will go down," I said

Scott scowled and began pacing while aited

"Harlow rang She’s been trying to reach you," I told hi out his phone, he headed outside to call her back

Eyeing Blade, I said, "He won’t let go of the blah"

Blade nodded "Yeah, I know," he said quietly

We sat in silence in the bar as aited for the doctor Scott joined us at so over the clubhouse, and I felt responsible for it

If it hadn’t been for

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The doctor ith Wilder for a long time When he finally stepped out to talk with us, I couldn’t read his face

"He was in a bad way," he said, his voice holding no trace of positive news, and ut twisted with fear

"Fuck," Scottthe same fear I felt

"I’ve removed the bullet, and I’m hopeful he’ll make a full recovery," the doctor said, and I realised that even when he gave good news, his voice still held no trace of positivity

Relief washed over Scott’s face "Jesus, Doc, you had us worried there for ato have to keep an eye on him, and call me if he deteriorates"

"We will," Scott promised, and he walked the Doc out