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Shots Fired

For a couple days everything went fine. I would come check on Jax, change his dressings, and occasionally talk to him. No he wasn't awake but it was just odd standing and working in silence.

Before I left I'd check in with Nayla and we'd talk about Jax's health and everyone I've come in contact with that day just for safety reasons.
I got back to the club and decided I needed a beer. I sat out with the club at the shop and talked to them as they worked. We all got along fairly nice. Occasionally Tig and I would get into it about him not getting to sleep with me. I was gonna stay away from being one of their girls. I don't feel like being classified as a Crow Eater anytime soon.

That's when I met my first Mayan, well sorta. Two men road up in bikes shot at the guys and left. Rat had shoved me into the office and covered me till they'd left. No one was hurt thankfully but I was definitely freaked out. Chibs told me I had to stay in my room and locks the door till he came to get me. Apparently they a few stray members were still upset over some past rivalry.

It felt like forever till I heard that familiar Scottish voice. He said Happy would come by everyday to check on me and I would have to pretend to be his old lady if anyone asked, especially any other gang member. I wasn't too happy about the situation but I knew it was best to keep Jax's secret as safe as possible by all means. I hadn't talked to Happy much. He seemed to ignore me most of the time or be caught up in the work he was doing to even notice I'd moved in.

The next day I had to check on a Mayan member who was sent into our hospital and I knew it was by the club's hand. I had to check in on his vitals and check his dressings on his leg and arm. There were bullet holes there and they were not small. I felt bad that he was in pain till I realized he was the one who shot a bullet past my head. And I think he began to notice that too. Next thing I know I have a knife to my neck.

"Explain!" I stepped back enough that the knife couldn't reach me. "I'm a new nurse in town I've been here a few weeks. I'm just a nurse I promise." He didn't seem to buy my story. And it was mostly true. "Why were you with SAMCRO? And you better not lie to me!" I jumped a little at his yelling. "Sir please calm down. About two days after I got here I met Happy at a bonfire at the club. We hit it off and we're together now. That's it." He seemed to sit back. He finally put his knife away and I walked back over to help his now bleeding wounds. "You've got to stay calm. I'm going to help you. I'm not here to put you in more pain." He layed back and let me finish my job. I gave him pain killers and he was out like a light.

I walk out to the front desk to see Happy. He looked concerned and that's when I realized I must still look shaken up by the knife incident. "You okay?" I took a deep breath to calm myself down a little.

"Yeah I had to patch up your Mayan friend and a knife was pulled on me. He kept yelling at me." He didn't seem too happy.

"You told him you were my old lady right?" I nodded, "Yes I did. Look I'm getting off for lunch and I need out of here." He smiled and out the door we went.

We stopped at a small dinner and ate. We talked and asked about each other. "Okay, Okay. Why do they call you Happy?" He chuckled at me like I didn't need to know. "I don't think you want to really know the reason. I think it's too much for you."

Well fine then. I'm not a little girl. Come on I'm thirty three. "Come on. I'm not a child. I may be younger but I'm sure I can handle it." He smiled at me. "I get a smiley face tattoo everytime I kill someone. I can show you if you'd like?" IM SORRY WHAT!! Maybe he was right. God I hope he only has like two. That's an okay murder number. Maybe it was self defense.

"It wasn't self defense. And I have more than two. Sorry." Shit that was all out loud. "Sorry maybe you were right. That did take me by surprise." I got a page that I needed to return. And with that we left. I returned to findout that my Mayan friend was awake and would only let me touch or talk to him. Why me. I walk into his room and notice his arm is bleeding, a lot. Shit! I unwrap his arm and notice that something obviously wasn't right. I called in backup. Turns out they didn't remove all of the bullet from his arm and one of the pieces cut a vein. Once he was better, we hopped him up on some pain meds and a seductive to help calm him down. Probably more than he needs but hey whatever keeps him out of my hair.

Finally I go up to check on Jax to end my day. His hair is slowly growing and his breathing is getting stronger. Hopefully I can get him out of here soon. Now off to the club house I'm gonna need more than one beer to cope with today. Happy was already waiting outside by the front doors for me. We took off on his bike and once we were at the club house, I downed a beer to help rid me of the day I'd had.