My eyes fluttered open at the sound of beeping, I was in a hospital room at St. Thomas. My mom was sitting next to the bed. "Mom, what's going on?" I asked her, confused why I was there.
"Everything's fine. You burned your back pretty bad in the fire." she said looking at me. I could tell she was studying my face for a reaction.
"How's Happy? He passed out before I did." I said, suddenly worried about him. "He's fine now, stable. He's sleeping." she said to me, noticing my emotion of worry and relief for Happy. He was messing with my emotions. I got him under my skin, and I can't get him out.
"Spill." she said to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "What?" I asked. I was playing dumb.
"You have feelings for the Killa, spill." she said, smirking at me. I blushed and turned away. I was not talking to her about this. "Okay, I guess I'll just go tell him then." she said, standing up.
"Fine, Ma. Jesus." I said turning over to her. "I have feelings for Happy. It started when I first saw him. Damn, he was sexy, leaning on his bike, waiting for me, toothpick in his mouth. Then, when I got to know him more, found out that he took over my torture job, the feelings grew. They just keep building up, it's getting hard to hide them from him." I ranted to my mother.
"So don't. If you keep doing that, before you know it, he could have an Old Lady. Do you really want to risk that?" she asked, doing her usual matchmaker routine.
"Well, get the nurse, I'm going to see him." I said, sitting up on the bed. My mom got up and left the room, coming back a second later with the nurse. "Ma'am, you shouldn't be up." she said, trying to coax me into laying back down. "Well, I'm going to see the other man that was brought in with the same injury as me. Help me, or get out of the way." I said, standing up and walking over to the door. She gave in and helped me to Happy's room.
I walked in and sat in the chair next to his bed. Almost immediately, his eyes opened and when he saw me, bandages covering my back and wrapped around my torso, he looked disappointed and his eyes started to grow darker, angry even. He blamed himself.
"Hey Hap. How are you doing?" I asked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. Surprisingly, it was rough but soft at the same time.
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Coming Home (A Happy Lowman/Sons of Anarchy fanfic)
FanfictionTristen Teller, Jax's little sister, Gemma's daughter, the princess of SAMCRO, returns home after an incident renders her brother in a coma. When her mother calls, she drops everything, quits her job, and moves back home. What will happen? DISCLAIME...
