His brothers from the Iron Wolves MC took turns driving him, staying with him, making sure he never faced the poison drip alone.
But on this particular Thursday, something was different at County Medical Center’s cancer ward.
Dale’s brother Snake tried to ignore it, focusing on Dale’s pale face as the chemo dripped into his veins.
But after twenty minutes of non-stop screaming, even Dale opened his eyes.
“That kid’s hurting,” Dale said quietly, his voice weak from the treatment.
“Not our business, brother,” Snake replied. “Focus on getting through this.”Continue reading…