Samcro Princess

Chapter 22 Two Princesses

*Um, so Holy fucking crap. I posted 5 days ago how this story hit 300 views and there was a bonus post. Here I am for 400 views. Not even my long running Supernatural series does this. Legit was going to get into my editing on Tuesday, but a milestone post forced my hand. Thank you so much for the support. Meanwhile I will let you know there will be a break between the season finale and the next season. I do have the chapters written (clearly not edited yet) and I started on my notes for the next season, back to Face's perspective. I can't say thank you enough for the support you've shown this story and hope you continue to enjoy.*

It was a blur, all of it. I didn't know how I got to the clubhouse, but I was now looking over the unconscious body of Face laying out over the table. Happy was holding a wound on his side. "Get his shirt off" I ordered Opie who did as he was told. I was Dazed but focused everything I had to get through this. "Hap, pick your hand up" I said calmly. I was half expecting blood to spirt but it didn't. "I need water, some one just get me some water I can clean up the wound." I was handed a bottle, there was a lot of blood but I couldn't see where it was coming from. I washed it away, it had clotted fortunately. There was a piece of metal in his side I was hesitant to take out, but I did it. There was a little blood but nothing major. I cleared it away and put gauze on it.

"Hap" I called over my shoulder. "Assume the position." I walked over to his neck and his pulse was still steady. It looked like a lot of blood, but for him to have been out because of blood loss there should have been much more. I looked in his ears and fortunately saw nothing. "Did anyone see him when he was hit?"

"He was airborne" Opie nodded to me.

"Any chance he hit his head" I asked?

"Solid possibility" Opie nodded.

"Okay" I nodded back with a sigh of relief. "See this much blood? Not enough to lose consciousness unless you are a little pussy with gore, we know that's not the case. He was knocked out." I was carefully looking his head over and found the goose egg. "You all realize mom's heart condition is hereditary, and you damn near killed me right?" I went back to Face's side and started to stitch him up.

"He's okay" Opie asked?

"He wakes up, he's fine" I replied looking his skull over, not realizing that my voice was shaking as I attempted to keep my cool. "Nothing to tell me otherwise."

"Is this my sexy nurse fantasy" Face spoke up before he opened his eyes looking at me? I leaned down over him. "Geeze, I wake up like this, I'll get blown up more often."

"Don't get blown up again, and I'll do better than this" I replied.

"I owed you one" he grumbled trying to sit up.

"No" I snapped at him. "Don't move. Just rest a bit." I looked at Happy, "Go get him some juice or something from Ashby's. Think fluids and vitamins."

"Yes Ma'am" he nodded.

"Can I get off this table" Face huffed? "Over to the couch or something? Literally have the grim reaper up my ass."

There was laughter amongst the men at that comment. But I know my expression stayed harsh as I tried not to burst into tears and lock my arms around his neck.

"Can you sit up" I asked? He wisely took it slow but was able to sit up and hang his legs over the side of the table. I nodded at him. We migrated from the clubhouse to the boarding house. It was more comfortable and had better lighting anyway.

"I'm gonna be okay baby" he whispered to me, no doubt realizing my internal struggle. I could never hide anything from him. I stitched Opie up, looked like he'd gotten some shrapnel too, but he'd already handled the removal. I tended a couple more cuts but of the ones who returned, Face had been in the worst shape. I didn't sleep that well that night, I monitored his progress, but there was nothing to be alarmed about. I just sat realizing how close I could have been to losing him.