Haven [Sons of Anarchy]

Chapter Seven

Hanna's bad mood still hadn't subsided by the time she arrived at Stockton Memorial. If anything, twenty minutes in the car had only made it worse. She all but demanded the nurse on duty take her to see Juice.

It was obvious which room was his; there were two police officers stationed outside. Hanna rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. She breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes fell on Juice. But quickly narrowed when she saw the handcuff. She whirled on the nurse. "Two cops and handcuffs? Seems like overkill, don't you think? He was stabbed. Twice. He's not going anywhere."

"It's policy ma'am," the nurse mumbled. He was a scrawny little thing, and stepped back as Hanna took a threatening step toward him. "Visiting hours are almost over."

Hanna shook her head once. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you family?" He asked

"Family is a fucking joke," Hanna snapped. "Blood doesn't make people family." The nurse looked unconvinced, but unwilling to pick an argument with the hostile blonde. "Does the name Donnelly not mean anything to you?"

The man looked at her for a moment before paling. "I voted for your mother."

She'd been "Elliot Oswald's daughter" for so long, that playing the Governor Donnelly card had almost slipped her mind. But outside of Charming, that was the trump card. Hanna raised an eyebrow. "What was that about policy?"

"I'll, um, let the officers know you'll be staying," the nurse relented. "But the handcuff has to stay." Hanna rolled her eyes, but waved the nurse out of the room.

She dragged a chair as close to the bed as she possibly could, and dropped down into it. "Bad day?" Juice teased.

"Supremely shitty." Hanna looked him up and down. "But I have a feeling yours was worse." She reached out to hold his hand. "I never want to hear the phrase Juan Carlos Ortiz listed you as his emergency contact ever again."

"I'm sorry."

Hanna made a face. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault you were shived."

"Usually we just list Gemma as our emergency contact," he explained with a shrug.

The blonde leaned forward and squeezed his hand. "Don't you dare replace me with her. I'm glad you put me there. It's just a terrifying call to get. They didn't even preface it with a don't worry, but they just jumped right in with the suspense." Juice laughed, and then winced.

Hanna grimaced. "Sorry, my bad. No more hospitals, okay? I'll go prematurely grey." She paused and thought. "You think the stress is why Gemma dyes her hair? I don't want to dye my hair."

Juice shook his head. "Next time someone pulls a gun on me, I'll make sure to tell them they can't shoot because my old lady doesn't want to go grey."

"It's a valid reason to avoid stress," Hanna said with a shrug. She cracked a smile, and leaned forward, resting her chin on top of their hands. "You make it so easy to forget everything else. I was royally pissed off a few minutes ago, and now I'm just happy you're alright." She paused, just looking at him. "I've never been that scared in my life. That moment when I didn't know if you were safe, or alive." Hanna shook her head. "I can't lose you."

Hanna leaned back to swipe at the tears welling up in her eyes. "Fuck, I hate crying. I just reapplied my mascara too. Shit." She took a deep breath. "Okay, that's gone."

Juice gave her a soft smile, and reached across to put his uncuffed hand on her cheek. "I love you, Hanna."

She batted his hand away. "Nope, none of that. We're not doing that. I'm not crying in a hospital, everyone cries in hospitals." He started to laugh, but winced again as his wounds pulled. "That's what you get for laughing at me," Hanna said with a huff. She stood up so she could kiss him. "I love you too, you big idiot."