Keep Your Eyes On The Road Ahead

Who are You?

4. Johanna

I let out a small cry opening my eyes – I was in a white room – a girl with brown hair by the door with a clipboard.

"You're awake!" she said with a smile. "Juice is gonna be so mad he went to get coffee."

I felt like death, my throat was so dry I couldn't talk even if I wanted to. She came over, checking my pulse and tryig to prop me up a little bit – fixing my hair. I pulled my hand to my pulsing head, feeling shaved parts where hair was a lot shorter than the other areas.

"The guys are going to be so glad to see you awake, god we were really scared."

"What..."

"Don't try to talk, you just had a tube removed this morning – you're probably still dry and scratchy... I'll get you some water." She said with the smile still on her face. I drank two cups of water before being so exhausted I thought I was going to pass out. I laid my head to the side, watching her fill out paperwork. The name on the board said Johanna, maybe that was her name – my nurse.

What had brought me here? What happened to me? I looked down at my pale arms, I had bruises and cuts – my left wrist was in a cast but it didn't hurt as bad as the rest of my body. I could feel some kind of tape or something around my chest – I mustve had broken ribs, that explains why it hurts to breathe.

"What was wrong?" I managed to ask.

"You had a collapsed lung." She sighed. "Broke 4 ribs, one punctured you're lung... I don't know how you survived in that ditch for all those hours – I estimated you were there up to 6 hours... we're not too sure when you left work or how long they had you."

I was kidnapped. And beaten. Then apparently left for dead.

"Juice found you, you were barely breathing – you stopped breathing halfway to the hospital – we thought we lost you. You had a skull fracture and some bleeding on the brain – but so far you've done great with testing... we've just been waiting for you to wake up. Now we can do more tests, but so far you look amazing!"

"Who did this?"

"It was a rival MC. Jax said for you to quit your job he knew they were gonna cause problems and with them coming into your work – we knew it was going to be bad... but we never imagined this. Not something this bold."

Just then a blonde man walked in, he looked ragged – but at the same time he looked very clean cut – even wore bright clean white sneakers. But he had a motorcycle cut on – was he one of the men that hurt me? I saw behind him was a dark haired man with piercing blue eyes and another man with scars on his face from his mouth that looked like they went the whole length of his cheeks.

"Johanna!" The blonde said suddenly at the side of my bed, he reached down towards me and I pulled away, terrified. I heard my heartrate on the monitor go wild – so I knew they knew I was terrified. He took 3 steps back, looking at me confused. The other two stayed at the door, whispering to themselves.

"It's okay... Joey, it' s me." He said.

"Jax, she's still on a lot of medicine." The girl said. "She's probably loopy."

They all gave me hugs, talking quickly about how happy they were that I had been found – and how scared I had made them. I had no idea who these men were – they were quite the group of men let me tell you. If I walked into a bar I wouldn't imagine them being friends unless I saw their matching jackets.

"Johanna, do you know who did this?"

"She hasn't talked much." The girl said.

"Hey, your jeep is at the club house – it's fine." The dark haired one said. "It's safe."

"Johanna, usually you say something sarcastic every two seconds... are you okay? Hungry?" The blonde one said again.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

The one with the scars stepped forward and sat next to me in the chair that was next to my bed, he ran his hand along my cheek whispering to me. "You know who we are, don't you lass?" His accent was so thick I couldn't grasp what he had said.

I stayed silent, tears falling down my face. The girl came up to me, her hand on my shoulder.

"Johanna, I need you to answer him."

"I'm sorry." I managed to say. "I don't know who you are.... Or why we're here..."

"Fuck." The dark haired man cussed.

"It's okay Lass." The man next to me said. "You went through a lot."

"Don't be mad at me."

"We're not mad." The blonde said kneeling next to me, holding my hand. "Please, just rest... it's only temporary...right Tara?"

"We'll have to run tests."

Just then the door opened, a man with head tattoos trying to come in before the dark haired man shoved him out.

Maybe he was the one that did this to me.