The Pull | Jax Teller

Balm

"I have to say this is a pretty stupid ass decision," Lip said.

Everyone else was walking around on eggshells since Jax's declaration about going Nomad a few days ago. Lip was tired of it though. It's a stupid ass decision. He didn't think Clay burned down the warehouse. Jax was too deep in his hate for Clay to see it. Lip was the last person to try and defend Clay and someone needed to open Jax's eyes.

"You tell my sister of this bright ass idea?" Lip wondered. He knew for a fact Jax didn't and man he wished he could be a fly on the wall for that argument. After all, he knew Delilah was upset about technically being unemployed due to the fire.

Apparently, he hit a sensitive spot with Jax as the man growled and left the garage altogether.

"Why do you do that to him?" Opie asked.

Lip looked over to Opie, who seemed to have some type of switch happen in him. Whatever happened with the judge seemed to do some good for Opie.

"I'm not going to kiss his ass," Lip replied. If Jax wanted to go, Nomad, the man better give him a damn good reason why he should support a decision like this.

If anything it seemed Jax was running away from his problem instead of trying to find a solution. This was all just a reaction.

"You can ease back on the throttle," Opie advised.

"Well, why don't you talk some sense into his dumb ass." Lip countered.

"There is nothing to talk about. This is what he wants." Opie said.

Lip hummed. It's hard looking at Opie these days knowing the truth. He wondered if he would be this chill and calm if he knew that Clay had murdered his wife. Probably not. Lip did worry about how all of this will affect the club. He knew Jax couldn't keep this secret hidden for much longer.

Lip went back to work as now with Jax acting all pissy they had to make up for his slack.

...

Rosie just felt like the hits kept on coming for everyone involved in SAMCRO. She had seen the news of what happened to Cara Cara. It was a heavy blow to the club especially after what happened with Luann. She had texted Delilah to make sure she was okay and she received a confirmation that things were awful but pulling through. They made tentative plans for a get-together since Delilah joked she had nothing but free time.

The only bright spot in the day was that Chibs was released from his stint. His head wound was healing exceptionally well. She just wished her boyfriend would get better. He was enjoying her being a nurse a little too much. She smiled at the warm welcome he received before she went to clock in for work.

"What are you doing here?"

Rosie looked at Margaret Murphy confused. "I'm on the schedule."

"Jackie from HR didn't call you?"

"No. Why?"

"The ruse you played with Filip Telford," Murphy accused.

"I don't know what you're talking about –"Rosie began, but was cut off.

"Faking symptoms to extend his critical status. It was unethical, dangerous and a breach of insurance." Margaret explained.

Rosie shook her head. "He said he had severe head pain." She informed her repeating what Dr. Gallagher has informed her.

"Come on, the biker's not that clever," Margaret said coolly. "He was coached by you."

"Mr. Telford wasn't even my patient," Delilah said to defend herself.