To Be With a Teller

Panic at the Clinic

I ducked my body down as close to the seats as I could. The front window and the passenger side windows rained into the cab. My face and body covered in sharp shards.
"Jax!" I called and got no response from him. I panicked. Looking the bullets had stopped from the right hand side of the vehicle. I heard motors in the distance as they culprits sped away.
I carefully lifted the centre seat in the truck and scootered my body across to the drivers door.
"Jax!" I called again with now reply. Tears streamed down my face. I was scared to open the door, scared that they all hadn't left and that I was going to get my head shot off. But if Jax was outside injured I had to. I tentatively swung the door open, it sprung back on itself a little. Peering out from behind the cover of the door, Jax wasn't there. No sign of blood or injury.

Then pain, all across my abdomen. My uterus started to twist painfully inside me. I was way to soon to be delivering. I groaned and sat up carefully. No sign of anyone but I still sunk down in the seat. Groaning, I tried to look for Jax but he wasn't anywhere. More tears streamed down my face and the liquid had started to leak through my pants. Blood soaked the waist band and crouch of my maternity pants. I didn't know if I was shot or having a miscarriage but I literally had just got checked right.

My heart started to pound in my chest.
"Please no," I cried and tried to put pressure but I had no idea where it was coming from. I was oblivious to my surroundings at this point and a hand grasped the frame of the car door. I screamed and more tears streamed down my face. But a familiar face peaked in the open door.

"EZ?" I sobbed and he noticed my state right away. My face scanned behind him, in front of the truck and through the scattered glass
"Where's Jax?" I cried and he tried to help guide me from the truck.
"He's coming Mira. He got shot but he's going to be alright. Now we need to get you inside," I realized more blood has started to pool around me. I cried harder. An unfamiliar face opened the other car door. A tall lanky man in a lab coat.
"I'm Doctor Dekall, will get you inside okay." I nodded carefully and EZ helped me out of the truck. My feet wobbly. I still had no idea what was happening. I saw Jax push through a few of the Mayans.
"Hey, I'm so sorry." He noticed the state we were in. His whole right arm was soaked in blood.
"Are you okay?" I asked touching his chest in a panic as EZ held me up.
"I'm fine. Let's worry about you okay," he rubbed my upper arm. "Doctor?!" A stretcher was rolled to me and EZ and Jax helped me on. The discomfort was getting worse and worse. As the staff rolled me back in to the clinic.

After a few hours. They realized I had taken a couple bullet grazes to the back and across my chest, that I was luck barely hit me. My baby was alright for now and they rechecked everything to make sure. They were worried about the stress causing issues. Thus they wanted me back in a few days. I was petrified to say the least. It was a flash back that I didn't want to relive and here I was almost repeating history. My hands felt cold against the railing of the clinic, I was heading back to the reception area where a few of the club members were waiting. Chibbs and Bobby first to help me stabilize myself . After the nurse refused to let me have a wheelchair. That was the melt down before my discharge. My face still puffy from those tears.

"Hey kid, you ready to go home?" I nodded, tired after everything today. I hadn't seen Jax in the lobby, worried his condition was worse then he had told me.
"Is Jax alright?" I asked Chibbs and he sighed.
"Jacky is fine. He got all stitched up but the sheriff wanted a word with him."
I rolled my eyes, I was going to be back on the list for questioning. Just like with the Drug Brothers. All I wanted was to be out of this life but the more I pushed it away, since Jax' and I broke up, the more it wiggles it's way back. I mean my "relationship" with EZ wasn't going to be any different then the one with Jax. They lived the same life style.
"Where is he?" I asked and Happy pointed to the door across the reception desk. Thanking him and without Chibbs or Bobby, I marched across the bustling waiting room and opened the cracked open door. Inside was Jax, patched up in his bloody t-shirt with two police officers.
"Excuse me gentlemen. I am extremely nauseous, sore and down right irritable. I would like to go home, and you are holding up my ride. Can we go please?" The sheriff's partner looked more then unamused. I knew he wanted to kick me out of the room and I placed a hand up.
"Sir, I am pregnant and not in the greatest of moods. I would like my boyfriend to take me home. Can we finish this up later?" Jax sent me a smirk from his direction.
"Ma'am I understand that you are not feeling the greatest given you situation...." The sheriff cut this deputy off. He said a few words, "we will finish this discussion later. You can take her home," and he excused himself from the room. Both him and the deputy left the small lab like room and I turned to Jax.
"You okay?" He sneakered at me.
"I'm fine, can we just leave please?" I whined and he started to laugh.
"You do realize you just bossed around the chief of police right?" I shrugged my shoulders, honestly not really caring at this moment in time. After everything today, and all the stress my body was feeling. I just needed a nap.
"You have some explaining to do on the way back home." He rose an eyebrow at me.
"My house?" I rolled my eyes again and told him to just walk.

Back at the home of Jax Teller, I put my sore aching feet on the coffee table as I leaned back in the couch. I needed to talk with him about a few things and he knew I wasn't going to let him slide after everything.
Jax sat down in the lazy boy across from me, he sat with his elbows on his knees not the normal relaxed Jax. His face showed how tired he was but he would never really admit it to your face. The dark circles under his blue eyes, seeming more and more prominent.
"Did you want some water or something?" I shook my head, as he stood from the chair.
"Maybe a shirt if you have one. I really need to get out of these clothes," realizing I was still in my blood stained pants and shirt. I knew I had left some stuff behind when we broke up but I didn't know if he might have thrown it out.
As he disappeared, to the other room. My mind started to wander. The realization of everything hitting me now. Now that we were safe in our house and our wounds bandaged. It was all started to now feel surreal.
All I could think about was the terror and fear I felt during the minutes of gunshots. I was petrified of losing Jax, of losing my baby. My heart ached at the thought of losing the one miracle I had the chance to call mine. I was more worried about him and the baby then myself in that moment. With all the gun fire and commotion of the event. I had no time to really think about my actions. But I was worried about Jax instinctively. I knew that my feelings for him still laid beneath all my heartbreak and tears he had caused. But today may have been the truth to what I knew was always going to happen if we stayed together. We would never be able to be the happy white picket fence family that could bbq on Sundays. He would never be willing to marry me after the cruel divorce he went through with Tara. He would never move to a new state, if I got a new job. And my logical self knows he is married to the club since the day he could walk.  And I think deep down, I have always known that. But I wanted to be his exception to all his rules. Be the girlfriend that he chose over everything else. But I knew that was never going to be the Jax I had dreamt up in my own brain. Yes he was caring, yes he would do anything for his family. But would he be willing to put his life of crime and pain away forever? I knew the answer to that question now more then ever.