The moment Ironhide and I finished in the parking lot, Medic pretty much ripped me a new ass and told me he better not see me doing s**t but resting for the next two days. And for those two days, I apologize every time I see Ironhide. He keeps telling me not to sweat it, but I feel bad.
I haven't slept in Shamrock's bed for the last two days, either. He's got a couch in his room, and I crash on that before he comes in from hanging with the club. I've been here for days and thought I'd start feeling some freedom again. After fifteen years, this is where I should be the happiest. But I'm not happy. It's nothing but nightmares and trying to adjust to the normalcy of the club— which I'm failing at. Even with Carrigan and Caelan, things can never go back to how they were. No matter how muc
