Biker Held The Screaming Toddler For 6 Hours When Nobody Else Could Calm Him Down

The bikers were there for their brother’s final chemotherapy when the toddler’s screams echoed through the oncology ward and wouldn’t stop.

Dale “Ironside” Murphy, 68 years old with stage four lymphoma, had been getting his treatment every Thursday for nine months.

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.

A child was screaming. Not crying—screaming. The kind of desperate, pain-filled wails that make your chest hurt just hearing them.

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.”

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