Alpha Chase Nygaard's POV
Over Northern Minnesota
Vic and Spider were awake for the last part of the flight to Duluth because no one could sleep through that kind of turbulence. The pilots had us buckled in and seats up as we passed over the strong winter storm. Wind gusts tossed the plane around, and we all just held on and waited. Finally, just before we started our descent into the Duluth Airport, we found clear air again.
Duluth wasn't as close as Two Harbors, but the pilots thought it was a better choice since it had instrument landing support. I texted Doc the hangar we were assigned as soon as the pilot got clearance to land. It was a beautiful day, sunny and near forty degrees, but the crap we flew over was coming fast. The landing was smooth, and a few minutes later, our plane parked in front of a hangar, and a fuel truck was waiting. The co-pilot came back and opened the door for us.
Spider Monkey had unbuckled both of them and was ready. "Take the carryon, I'll get him," I told her. She grabbed my small bag and her purse and went down the stairs. "Come on, let's get you home," I told Vic as I helped him stand up on his good leg.
He gritted his teeth with the pain as I led him to the stairs. I steadied him as he stepped down with his good leg, then put weight on his bad one to bring his feet together again. Between me and the rails, he made the six steps down where Doc was waiting with a wheelchair. Spider Monkey had the back of the cargo van open, and we lifted him into the back and onto the gurney. "I've got this, get your stuff," Doc said.
It took a few trips to move all our bags out of the cargo hold and into the back of the van. When we had them all in the van, I thanked the pilots; they were busy with preflight checks and refueling so they could get the hell out of the way of the storm. Doc was hanging an IV bag of antibiotics as I closed the door.
I took the driver's seat as Spider climbed in beside me. "Let's go home," I said as I looked back at Vic.
"Canvas is going to freak out when she sees me," Spider Monkey says. "You didn't tell her we were coming," she asked Doc.
"Chase said not to say anything, and I haven't," he said as checked Vic's wound sites. "This happened yesterday?"
"Yes, about thirty hours ago. The fever spiked about ten hours ago." I summarized his injuries and treatment, including the antibiotics I had used.
"You did well getting him this far, but in the future, take him to a P... a clinic with someone you can trust. You should have gone to your brother's place."
"He couldn't fly, and Spider's place was a safe drive. Hindsight is perfect, just like if I'd had stronger antibiotics in my bag, we might not be here."
'You operated in a moving van, so you should have expected complications like this. Field surgery is meant to stabilize the patient for transport. You did what you could."
"Guys," Spider said. "It wasn't the best situation, but we're here now. Let's focus on what's important, and that's fixing my man up."
"She's right," I said as I drove out onto Highway 61 and headed north towards home. "I did what I thought was best at the time. I'll learn from it and move on."
"Good." Spider shifted in her seat, looking back at Doc, who appeared to be in his sixties but was almost three hundred years old. "What's the plan when we get to the clinic?"
"I need to take X-rays of his chest and leg, to make sure no bullet fragments or other material was left in there. We may need to operate on him again, this time in sterile conditions and with proper equipment. If the foreign material is in there, it could keep us from curing his infection and cause other problems." He looked at the leg wound; it was oozing pus. "The antibiotics he had couldn't handle this. We'll clean it out again and pack it; we'll know in twenty-four hours if we've turned the corner on it."
"And until we've got the infection cured and his body has a chance to heal, we'll keep him in the clinic at my compound," I said.
"I'm not leaving here without him," she said stubbornly.
"I'll be better in no time," Vic said to her. "When I'm up to it, we'll take a vacation, just me and you and a beach villa."
She smiled as she turned back to him. "Promise?"
"I promise. You have to be patient until I'm better, then we'll have our time. You can decide where; I don't care as long as I'm with you." Spider broke out in a smile as she looked back at him.
"So what's in all the bags," Doc asked.
"Christmas presents," I said. "We did some shopping."
"Huh. I guess that's a good thing with the party going on." I looked back at him in the mirror. "You didn't know? I guess with the storm coming and the place on lockdown, Rori decided to hold a beach bash at your indoor pool. All your, um, family and friends from Oxbow Lake are there already."
"With the storm?"
"As your Uncle Michael said, better to wait out the storm by your pool than in their homes."
I snorted, that sounded like them. Our indoor pool complex had been expensive, but it was so worth it in the seven months a year that outdoor pools were impractical. With the lake and the beach, we didn't need a pool as much in the hot months of summer. If the weather turned bad, we'd open up the wall panels and use it that way. We put over a million dollars into the pool complex and another million on the Pack House, and it was money well spent. No other Pack in the country had anything like it. "I'm sure there will be lots of food."
"You can count on that. My, uh, wife made her New York Style cheesecake, three of them with different fruit toppings."
"Those are the best," I agreed.
"Now I'm getting hungry," Spider Monkey said.
"We'll have someone bring you a plate while we work on Vic," I said. I suddenly realized that a werewolf pool party didn't include suits, so maybe sending Spider over there wasn't a good idea. I'd let Rori deal with that after we got there. As clingy as Spider Monkey was, she probably wouldn't be leaving the Clinic.
I turned off Highway 61 and headed away from Lake Superior while we talked about what kinds of things we could do during the storm. Spider Monkey had only been here during the summer when most things were outside. "We'll have to show her what we do for fun in the Great White North, eh?"
Doc grunted in agreement. "Ice fishing, ice skating, skiing, you can do it all around here. Bikers like you will love snowmobiles. Chase has extra gear and sleds for us to use, and a lot of people have their own," he said. "I'm sure there will be someone willing to take you out."
"It looks cold as hell," she said as she looked out at the snow piled along the roadside.
"This is balmy, practically shorts weather for us," I said. "After the storm passes, it will be fifty or sixty degrees colder." She hugged herself and shivered. "We dress for it; you'll be fine. You ride closer to the ground than a motorcycle, so it seems faster, and they are more maneuverable. Snowmobiles are more fun than motorcycles; you can go almost a hundred miles an hour on an open area like the lake, or wind your way slowly through the woods."
She just shook her head. "I'm a California girl who thinks ice should be in her drink, so you've got some convincing to do. I think you are all nuts to stay here in the winter," she said.
"We're here," I said as I turned onto the private road leading to our territory. The gate was closed, and the guard's eyes got wide as I stopped and rolled down the window. "I've got Doc from Oxbow, Vic and Spider Monkey with me. Vic's hurt, we're heading to the clinic," I told him.
"Yes sir," he said as he ran to open the gate.