Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Doctor Pixie

WARNING: Medical procedure descriptions, blood and gore throughout chapter.

Pixie had stabilised Cammy as much as she could with the limited resources that she had to hand, the bartender had helped her wrap the wound in towels. Tig had Cammy's leg raised as much as he could to keep the blood loss down and the bartender was doing a good job of keeping Cammy conscious and alert, talking to him about stuff back in Ireland and alcohol. Cammy kept pleading with them to give him whiskey or something strong to take the pain away but Pixie had refused, silently thanking Doc Doc for training her medically since she was old enough to hold a roll of bandages. She breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened and Jax, Chibs, Juice and Opie stormed through the door, eyes wide as they took in the empty and damaged bar scene around them. Chibs instantly came to Cammy's aid, stepping in place of the bartender, and Juice squatted down too, ready to help should they need him.

"Hey, love, what's tha' situation?" He said quickly.

"Bullet in his lower right ass cheek, from the amount of blood and where it's positioned, I'm almost certain it's resting on an artery, we need to get the blood flow down and the wound packed." Pixie told him. "And no alcohol, He's already ingested a glass of whiskey and half a beer, if he has any more, the blood will thin and it'll take the wound longer to clot and heal."

Chibs nodded, impressed by Pixie's medical knowledge. "Aye, good lass. You okay?"

"Yeah. No one else got hit." She replied. Chibs nodded again, checking Cammy's vital signs. Pixie looked up to see Clay and Jax talking, making sure Gemma was safe. "Where's McKeevy?" Chibs asked, realising his friend was nowhere to be seen.

"He's dead." Clay answered. Chibs and Juice looked up, shocked. "Port Commissioner had him beaten to death."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph." Chibs growled.

The bartender stood up. "We'll get rid of the Mexicans." He told them.

"A'ight, we'll take care of Cam." Clay agreed. "He's hurt real bad, we gotta get him back to the clubhouse somehow."

"Not a problem." Juice grinned as he helped Tig, Juice and Chibs get Cammy upright. "Sack get the back entrance open." He ordered as they started manhandling Cammy down the corridor. Half-Sack jogged down there, opened the door and grinned as he saw his ambulance waiting for them. He opened the back doors for it too and the folding metal step.

"Uncle Freddy's Infirmary at your service." He declared, grinning at Clay and Tig who followed them out. Clay smiled at the reference, realising that Half-Sack's blunder may actually be the difference between Cammy living and dying, as well as how close he'd been to being shot, had Half-Sack not pulled him to the floor in time. Whilst they'd waited for the cavalry, he'd looked at the pillar where the bullet meant for him had landed, being silently thankful that the prospects had come too. Juice and Chibs got Cammy into the back of the ambulance, with Cammy screaming in pain the entire way, feeling the intense stinging his leg as the men moved him. They got him onto the stretcher bed inside and Half-Sack lifted Pixie up and into it so she could continue the first aid efforts. Half-Sack shut the doors and jumped into the driver's seat, starting up the engine and pulling away.

Inside, Cammy looked up at Chibs as Chibs started hunting around for supplies with Juice. "Do ye know what the hell yer doin', Scotsman?" He asked in dismay.

"Aye, Five months in Her Majesty's Armed Forces as a medic."

"Five months, eh?" Cammy groaned.

"'Til I was court martialed." Chibs grinned at him, before tearing open a packet of gauze and started assessing the wound as Pixie unwrapped the bar towels.