"GERMANY" - Charming's new mechanic

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When Juice arrived at the hospital y/n was still in the OR and he didn't get any information, because he wasn't immediate family or registered as her emergency contact which almost made him snap if it wasn't for Happy, calming him down. The last thing Juice needed now was to get arrested.
All of the members stayed in the waiting room with him for the following hours until Hale and a Doctor walked in. „She's awake, just got her statement. Ortiz..." Hale told them looking at Juice, which just lifted his head as he heard his last name. „...you can go see her now." Hale stepped out the way and Juice ran out the waiting room.
Y/n was startled when the door of her room flew open. Juice stood in the frame panting like he just ran a marathon. When she looked at him tears started running down either of their faces and he quickly walked over to her gently taking her hand in his. He kneeled down beside her bed, afraid his legs would gave in seeing her like that. He rested his head and arms on the hospital bed crying hard, while she cried too. „I'm sorry." he choked out between sobs and y/n just squeezed his hand tighter still weak from the sedation. After some minutes of just crying both had calmed down a little and y/n stroked his mohawk, comforting both him and her. Just then Juice noticed that her left arm was in a cast and she had bandages on her shoulder and upper arm. „Broken arm and abraisions from the fall. Nothing serious." she quietly said following his gaze. „I caused that." he choked out, regretting what he said to y/n earlier. If he didn't have yelled at her she wouldn't have been on the road. „They said ‚this is on SAMCRO' before they shot my tire." y/n whispered already regretting she just said that, not wanting him to think she's blaming him. Juice's head shot up looking at her in shock. „It's not your fault." she held his hand trying to assure him she's not blaming him. „How is it not my fault when they do this because of the club?" he ran his hands over his head. „Kiss me." she weakly begged, causing him to look at her again. „What?" he asked. „Kiss me." she repeated herself. He lifted off his knees and straightened himself, standing next to the bed he gently placed a loving kiss on her lips. „When Hale told us, I thought you were dead." he whispered after pulling away from the kiss, a stray tear rolling down his cheek, that y/n gently wiped away. „Don't think about it. I'm here, that's all that matters." she smiled at him and he quickly got closer to kiss her again. A knock on the door interrupted them. „You've got visitors." he chuckled and when they turned to the door they could see the others standing in front it waving at her. She slightly lifted her hand gesturing at them to come in.