What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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The days and weeks go by slowly at first, the next thing Juice knows is it's been a month. The guys were being transferred from county to Stockton today. They'd been given the plea deal of one year, which was good news in the grand scheme of things.

Juice sat at the bar in the clubhouse downing tequila like it was water. His depression had gone into hyper drive. The fact that he literally wasn't left alone because of the sheriff ordeal, he'd come to believe was the only reason he was still alive. He spends more time here than at home since Chibs has been gone.

"Hey Sunshine." Jessie spoke trying to sound cheerful. Juice looked at her unamused and waved her off.

"Juice. You look like you need a friend. A real friend."

He turned too quickly on his stool and almost fell off of it. Jessie reached out and grabbed his arm helping him steady.

"I don't wanna fuck darlin. Really, you can entertain someone else." He slurred out.

For a half of a second she was offended and then she shook it off. He was drunk, obviously upset at something, and he didn't want in her pants. She considered that last part a win.

"Look sweetheart. I'm not here for that kind of party. I'm giving you a pass because you're obviously too drunk to see. I've got an old man, or whatever y'all call them. He's not in the MC."

Juice nodded at her apologetically and laid his head on the bar. She slipped the bottle from his hand and slid it down to Chucky. "Come on you big lump. Let's get you to bed huh?"
She helped him up and walked him to the dorms.
"Any of these yours specifically?"
He pointed at one of the rooms, before stumbling into the door.

Stumbling over to the bed he let himself fall into it. For a moment he was silent and she'd thought he'd passed out.
"Imsorry" He slurred into the pillow. "Didn't mean to be rude before."

She laughed at him quietly and then sat on the bed next to him. "Why don't you get some sleep and I'll check on you tomorrow? I meant what I said about you looking like you need a friend."

He nodded into the pillow, falling asleep.

She sat with him for a while, just watching him sleep. She'd known Juice for several years now but in that time she'd never really gotten to know him. She knew he was usually smiling and seemed upbeat, he was also more timid than the others. Out of all of them he's the only one that had never made a pass of any kind at her. She started coming around the club with Lyla, they'd been best friends since grade school. Lyla went after the patch Jessie went after a soldier. Despite their differences, and Jessie's desperation she still ended up at the club when her soldier was deployed.

He was different from the other Sons, she felt safe around him. She left a note for him on the bathroom mirror and stepped out of the room.

The sun was way too bright, Juice felt like shit and wished Chibs would come wake him instead of the banging in the halls. The tears started back when he had opened his eyes and he couldn't control them. His stomach started turning he tried to quickly stumble into the bathroom. He dropped to his knees just in time in front of the toilet emptying the liquid fire that he'd drank the night before. Gasping he dropped his head onto the seat and just lay there for a bit waiting to catch his breath. Tears made it harder to see, his heart felt broken and he felt like he was going to die.

He slowly stood and gripped the sink hard, his head was still spinning, he was still drunk from the night before. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found his pills, he took more than he should have but he needed to be numb. He wished he were in his own house, though he also figured it was best here. At least someone would find him if he fucked up. He sank back down to the floor and curled into a ball waiting for the darkness to blanket him.

The Percocet and the Xanax took effect quickly, his arms and legs went heavy and his eyes couldn't stay open. He couldn't even panic but he knew he'd really fucked up. He didn't even know how many of each he'd taken, just that he poured them into his hand and swallowed.

"If you want to talk call me! 976-387-9182 Jessie" Was written in lipstick on the mirror. Juice could barely read it, but he pulled his burner out and dialed the number.

"This is Jessie." She answered cheerfully.

"Fucked up." He mumbled incoherently.

"Who is this? Juice?"

"Mmmhm"

"Are you okay? You sound awful." She sounded scared.

"Too many"

"Too many what honey? What?"

"Mmmm hel" his words cut off he was slipping away.

"Juice!" She shouted into the phone receiving no answer. She didn't know him well enough to know if he was just drunk or if he'd do something stupid. She could tell in his voice he'd been crying and his behavior last night made it obvious something was bothering him. She decided to hang up the phone and call Tig.

Tig ran down the corridor of the club to the room Juice occupied and busted through the door. His body lay limp on the floor breathing shallow.

"What have you done Juice! Shit!" He rubbed his hands over his face and then called Tara.

She brought some things she'd need to pump his stomach there. For once Tig was glad no one else was around. He didn't want to try to explain this.

"From what's in the cabinet he's taken Percocet or Xanax if not both. I wish we could know how many. Geez" she got set up, Tig cradling his head.

"Chibs is gonna fucking kill me. I was supposed to be watching the idiot. He was so drunk. Tara, you don't think he did this on purpose do you?"

She sighed deeply and looked at the situation.
"The fact that their are pills in the bottle says no. I think he just took too many. If it was on purpose he wouldn't have called for help."

She finished administering the charcoal and waited for him to respond. His heart beat was strong but his breathing was not. "He's gonna have to go to the hospital. I can chart an injury, forge some documents so the others won't know. Help me get him to my car?"

Tig lifted his body that was much lighter than he'd expected, carried him through the clubhouse and out to the car in the TM lot.