The Pull | Jax Teller

Small Tears

If there was one thing that Rosie hated more than anything, it was being awakened out of a very good and deep slumber. She had made it a habit to place her phone on silent to avoid any awakenings especially when she had two consecutive days off.

After last night, she felt she could have slept for days.

She and Juice had been in a strange limbo since their conversation about where she stood with him as an Old Lady with full disclosure. She had busied herself with work. Juice was busy as to whatever was going on with the club. She didn't think she cared enough.

Maybe she should have. She wouldn't be surprised if Juice was trying to test her on how much she would fight. If anything, he did have her doubting herself. Maybe she didn't need to know. She wouldn't have to worry about slipping out. She had full deniability. She wouldn't be at risk of even losing her license as a nurse. Her sobriety wouldn't be at risk either.

So last night, she had been surprised to find Juice at the house waiting for her. He had taken her out to dinner and informed her of the clubhouse party for Bobby's homecoming and if she wanted to come. It had been a while since she had been on the lot. After all, she had some wild times with the girls before she and Juice got serious.

Unconventional as the little date night was, she had fun with Juice. She thought it was a little too much fun given how hard her head was pounding. Her mouth tasted like she swallowed cotton balls.

She felt the bed move accompanied by a pained groan. "Rose, I think that is you," Juice mumbled into his pillow.

Rosie whined and winced as her bones protested as she blindly searched for her cell phone. It was just her luck that the vibration caused it to fall to the floor.

She didn't bother checking the ID when she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Rosie, it's Unser. If you're with Juice, act like it's the hospital." Rosie sat up straighter and the sheet wrapped around her fell.

"Do you need me to come in?"

"Meet us at my place. Bring medical supplies."

"Alright, give me a couple."

Rosie sighed and made her way out of the bed.

"Who was that?" Juice asked sleepily.

Rosie found her jeans and pulled them on. "The hospital."

"Calling at this hour," he said grumpily.

"Too many call-offs. Just need me for a couple of hours." She told him as she went to find some shoes to slip on.

"Rose –"

"Juice, it's okay." She interrupted as she walked over to his side of the bed. "It's only for a couple of hours."

She pressed a kiss to his head as she slipped on one of his SAMCRO t-shirts and left the clubhouse.

. . .

Rosie clutched her medical bag as she looked at a bruised and battered Gemma. Nothing could have prepared her for this being why Unser would call her so late in the night. As a nurse, she had seen enough cases to recognize the signs of a physical and sexual assault. Her mind was trying to wrap around the fact someone had done this to Gemma in Charming.

Rosie stepped forward slowly and she moved next to Gemma. Gemma had been quiet since she entered the home. Unser had given her a brief overview that was too the point of what he had encountered. She looked back at Gemma, who was sitting in a robe, fresh from a shower.