The Outsider | SOA

Chapter 10. Coming Home

His eyes shot open and suddenly, he knew where he was. The white walls and machines gave it away. The hospital was always one of his biggest fears after the incident, but so was being alone.

"Chibby?" Juice's voice comes out hoarse and quiet. He coughs to try and clear it, sniffling as he looks around the room. Nobody. He was in his own white hell and nobody was around to save him. "Chibs!"

His eyes fill with tears. They all left him, they didn't want him anymore. No. He couldn't be going back to them.

Juices eyes widen at his thoughts and he whimpers, looking around the room. No cameras. He looks down at his arm and slowly slips his hand out of the netting that was protecting his IV and he slowly bends his fingers before lifting his arm over to the IV. His hand grasps it after a few seconds of trying and he tenses up as he rips the IV out of his arm. Tears pour down Juice's cheeks and he whimpers, then brings his hands to his face.

This was the part that would hurt more.

He takes a deep breath and sniffles, grabbing the tube from his nose. Juice sniffles and takes a deep breath, starting to pull the tube from his nose. He coughs as he feels the tube coming up his throat and he whimpers, at one point choking on the tube but he kept going. Once he finally gets the tube out, he coughs and breathes deeply, using his weak arms to hoist himself out of the bed.

He holds onto the bed for a few minutes, then hears an alarm start to blare. He looks over at the machine and his eyes widen. He frantically wipes his tears and clicks the screen, trying to figure out how to disable the alarm. After a lot of clicking and coding, the alarms stop and he grabs his clothes, changing quickly. Then he grabs his wallet, shoving those in his pocket. He opens his phone and quickly dials Gemma's number, then grabs his helmet.

Juice hears footsteps running towards his door and he looks around frantically, trying to find a place to hide.

"Shit." He breathes heavily and then looks over towards the window, eyeing the drop.

Fifteen feet. Splat, he'd go right into the pavement if he couldn't make the jump to the other building... he wasn't even sure if he could run.

Juice quickly pulls up his hood and shoves his phone in his pocket as Gemma doesn't answer. He then straps his helmet to his head and backs up against the farthest wall.

He takes a deep breath and propels himself forward, crying and sniffling as he lands right on his face. His legs were too numb, too weak.

Juice grits his teeth and looks towards the door as he pulls himself to his feet. He shoves a machine in front of it and propels himself off the wall once he was ready.

His legs felt like they were heavy and spinning underneath him like he was riding a bicycle, but he was running. Juice quickly looks down and squeezes his eyes shut as he crashes through the window, head first. The sound of
Glass smashing terrified him, but he needed out.

And he was out... except that there was a fifteen foot fall under him and he couldn't fly.

Juice screams and opens his eyes,  looking down. He had a little bit to go until he could get on the other building. With all his might, he propels his body to the building and he reaches it.

His body screams in pain but he grabs onto the ledge just as he's about to fall.

He did it.

Juice whimpers and looks down again, his eyes widening and his stomach starting to feel nauseous as he sees the drop. Again, he uses his arms and he pulls himself up and over the ledge, his body tumbling a few feet as he got up there.

Juice drops his head onto the cement and takes a deep breath after letting out a small scream, followed by a groan. Tears were streaming down his face. He made it... but he was in extreme pain.

He closes his eyes for a minute, sighing softly and then slowly pushes himself up, so he was sitting. Juice grabs his phone out of his pocket and grabs his phone, calling Gemma again and then Chibs, then even Clay.

Tears pour down his cheeks again as no one answers and he leaves a few voicemails before he shoves his phone in his pocket, slowly standing up. Juice sniffles and whines, heading over to the edge after seeing there was no stairwell. "For fucks sake.." he mutters as he looks over the edge. There was a ladder half way down, at least ten feet down, but he had to get to it first.

Juice sniffles as he slowly slides his leg over the ledge, straddling it. He puts on his riding gloves to hopefully give him some grip, then slides over the ledge and grips onto it with his hands. He takes a deep breath and slowly works his way down, stopping and resting every few minutes as he finds an old window sill to stand in.

Juice slowly climbs down again, his foot slipping out from underneath him. He yelps and quickly uses his upper body strength to try and pull him back up onto the window sill.

Juice grips onto the side of the building, taking a deep breath in as he tried to hoist himself up once again. Not even a second later, he was falling through the air. He let out a scream and before he knew it, he caught site of the ladder and reached out of it. He grabbed it with one hand, the force of him falling and grabbing onto it throwing his body into the ladder. Juice whines and grips onto the ladder as soon as he stops swinging and quickly climbs down, holding his ribs with one hand.

Once he reaches the end of the ladder, he rushes over to where his motorcycle was sitting and quickly starts it, taking out his phone to call Gemma again.

"It's Gemma." The woman answers the phone.

Oh, how he missed her voice. How he missed her..

He didn't realize he went silent for a while until Gemma started asking who was calling and why.

Juice slowly cleared his throat, hoping that it would clear up a little bit. "H-Hi, Miss. Teller.." his voice cracked as he spoke and suddenly tears were flowing down his cheeks. He expected her to hang up, but she didn't. "It's... it's Juan.."

"Oh my god.. Juice," he heard her breath hitch and he sniffled. "Where are you?"

"I broke out of the hospital.." He whimpers and puts the phone between his helmet and ear as he takes off on his bike. "I know it was bad.. I'm sorry.. Can I come home, ma'am?" He raises his voice, just so she could hear him over the wind and takes one hand off his bike to wipe at his eyes.

"Juice, honey! You don't need to ask." Gemma says quickly. "I'll be waiting okay?"

Juice sniffles and nods, "Okay.. Thank you, ma'am." He responds and then grabs his phone and puts it in his pocket before putting his hand back on his bike.

He didn't expect her to be so nice. But now, he was on his way home.