Here's the thing. I'm not a jealous man. Never have been. But spending all night watching my woman hold the hand of another man, running her fingers through his hair, regardless of why she was doing it, made my mind go to places I'd rather not admit to. Last night also brought home a reality for all of us that no one is willing to say aloud— the compound isn't safe, at least not outside these walls. Thankfully, these women knew a lockdown was happening without Dire saying it.
After Viktor was stable, we moved him to Medic's makeshift hospital room in the clubhouse. It has an actual hospital bed with all the equipment and s**t he needs to take care of people. He made it clear that Viktor should be in a hospital, but he also knew moving him might end up in more people with gunshot wound
