Chapter 95: Shower
*At least all my sisters are compact. – Law*
Law scooped his sister up out of Tank’s lap and carried her into the bathroom. The water turned on as Dixie told Tank to get her a t-shirt and change the bed sheets. When she told him to leave the blankets off, he balked.
“Won’t she get cold?”
“Niño, does she feel cold?”
“No, ma’am.” He mumbled as Ink brought a plate and another water bottle into the room.
The water in the shower turned off and a moment later Law was in the doorway with Evie wrapped up in a towel. He was dripping a puddle on the tile floor. “Tank, will you bring me my bag?”
Tank did and took Evie back to the bed. He pulled his shirt on her and sat her on Ink’s lap. She snuggled in to go back to sleep.
“Evelyn Marie, you need to eat.” Law said as he dried the floor.
She murmured something and turned in Ink’s lap to get more comfortable.
“Evelyn Marie Reagan!” Dixie warned over the phone. “If you don’t eat, I will have your sister fly your fathers up there and they will be there before lunch. Your choice.”
Tank sat on the bed and picked up the plate. He was able to get her to eat about half of it before she started refusing and then turned her face to Ink’s chest and went back to sleep.
“Call me back if you need anything else. Law- “
“I claimed a room already. I know how to get her to eat.” He told his mom. “Let dad know that we’ll keep him updated.”
“Ok, love you boys.” The call ended and her son took the plate to the kitchen before returning with cups of coffee.
“I already talked to Werewolf and he knows that you’re going to be out for a few days. Rose said that she would have Dino call you. I’m checking in with Toad at nine. I have no idea what you’re doing.”
Doc laughed at Law. “I’ve called in a prescription for her. I’m not back at the hospital until three. I’m going to go find a bed.” He stood up and checked Evie’s temperature again. “She always like this when she gets sick?”
“She doesn’t get sick very often. Not even the sniffles, the lucky little bitch. But,” he motioned to the small woman who was starting to sweat with fever, “when she does get sick, she pretty well shuts down for a couple of days. Put her in a cold shower and you have about ten minutes before she’s catatonic again.”
“Do that to get her to take medicine too?” Doc asked.
“Yup. She’s been hospitalized because she gets dehydrated from fever. Dad reached a point where he would keep IVs at the house. Mom is the same way.”
“She really takes after your mom.” Ink observed.
“Exact replica. Temperament. Submissiveness. Hell, the main difference is tequila and brandy. Mom doesn’t like brandy. Evie likes tequila.”
“But tequila doesn’t like her.” Ink said against her hair.
“Nope, they get along great. Give her some tequila and she could take down the Taliban, China and Milli.” Law grinned. “Last time she had tequila, she shot Reed.”
“What did Reed do?” Tank demanded.
“Tried to take off her collar.” Law looked at his sister with all the love in his heart and remembered the pain she felt. Knew that type of pain himself. “It was the night after the service. Mom thought all the guns were locked up. And gave her a little bit of tequila so she could do the hardest thing left for her to do.”
He didn’t bother hiding his tears. As they fell, his right hand automatically reached for the wedding band that was no longer on his own finger. Not even a tan line remained.
“Evie had asked Reed to take it off, because she could not. It was too much and she shot him with his own gun. Dad patched him up and I tried to comfort her and went off the balcony. Pool broke my fall.”
Shaking his head slightly he swiped at the tears. “She was there for me when I lost my wife. I could do no less for her. So, I stripped down to my Prince Albert and locked her up in my old room until she sobered.”
At the odd looks he was getting, he shrugged. “It’s an old joke between us. We each have our weird quirks. She likes a good beating. I like a good fight as foreplay. Sometimes even during sex. Anyone catching us in a dark alley would be confused as hell.”
He laughed thinking about the day after he buried his wife and they had the odd conversation. Laughing until both stomachs hurt.
There was a light snicker from where Evie was half asleep. “Please Mr. Rapist Man, can I come?” she murmured drifting back to sleep.
“Do you mind if I fight naked? Makes fucking so much easier.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I started up the stairs wearing nothing and she sits down in the hall and starts laughing.”
They all shared a laugh at the image that Law painted.
For the next three days, Evie slept curled up against one of them. On the second day, she quit drinking anything. Following Isaac’s advice, or orders depending on how you looked at it, Doc put her on an IV. Sometime late on day three her fever broke.
Ink and Tank were certain that she was feeling better when she was rubbing against them. Doc went downstairs to get away from the noise. On his way down, he wondered how Law could sleep through his sister screaming. But he was snoring away like the three of them weren’t trying to tear down the house.
