Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Family Matters

WARNING: Mention of Sexual Assault and Suicide.

The Sons converged onto the hospital parking lot, working out the next plan of action. Half-Sack volunteered to stay with Bobby and Happy so he could act as a lackey should they need anything whilst dealing with Tig.

"Call Piney, tell him we got two bikes down, gonna need the flatbed." Jax told him as he helped get the gun blanket off of Half-Sack's bike, putting it on his own whilst Opie checked he had Tig's roll secured with his after grabbing it whilst the Paramedics were loading Tig into the ambulance. Jax reached for Bobby's roll as Clay approached.

"I got it." Clay growled, snatching it out of Jax's grip.

"I can take it." Jax said calmly, watching Clay stomp over to his bike with the roll.

"I said I got it." Clay snapped. Opie stopped what he was doing to watch Clay with an uneasy expression, turning to look down at Pixie and then at Jax who were sorting their bikes next to him. Jax shook his head as he sat down on his bike, Clay was in a foul mood, which meant they were going to be in for a bad day, as if the run being sprung on them, the Jimmy news, Bobby's bike, and Tig's impromptu flying lesson weren't enough already.

"God save the president." Pixie grumbled, starting up her bike and giving a small wave to where Happy and Half-Sack were standing by the hospital entrance. They waved back and watched as the remainder of the Charming Sons eased out of the lot, Clay taking the lead with Jax and Chibs behind him, Opie and Juice in the middle and Pixie taking up the rear, all of them looking worse for wear.

Inside the hospital, things weren't going any smoother as Bobby looked in disbelief at the middle-aged orderly who'd been checking over Tig's paperwork. She was quite a pretty black woman, but looked overworked and tired, and having to deal with a group of rowdy bikers wasn't making that any better.

"What the hell you talkin' 'bout, you can't take him?" Bobby asked in a hushed but frustrated tone.

"Mr Trager has basic coverage, he can only be admitted to a hospital in his plan." The orderly explained again, slowly and calmly, but was getting annoyed that Bobby wasn't taking no for an answer.

Bobby glanced over to where he could see Tig laying on his back on the gurney, arm behind his head, he looked over at Bobby with a questioning look, and Bobby returned his gaze to the orderly again. "He's bleedin' out in your hallway." He said emphatically, gesturing to Tig.

The orderly sucked in a breath and let it out. "I'm sorry." She said forcefully. "We'll have to transfer him to Red Bluff." She insisted. "He's stable enough to travel." She added, hoping to at least ease some of Bobby's concern as she could tell he was angry at the system, but also severely worried for his friend, and that wasn't a great combination.

Bobby knew this wasn't a battle he was going to win, so opted for a better tactic, hoping they might be able to give Tig something to take the bite out of his pain, so he wouldn't take a bite out of Bobby when Bobby broke the news to him. "How 'bout you give him some pain meds?" Bobby asked.

"I can get him some Advil." The orderly agreed.

Bobby felt like kicking something, Tig had a slash in his leg, not a headache. "He's got a gash the size of your attitude on his leg." Bobby snapped before he could stop himself. He knew the woman was just an orderly and not whoever fucked up the American health-care system, and she was just trying to do her job too. "Sorry." He added hastily, before storming away as Half-Sack joined him after getting off of the Phone with Piney. The pair of them went to where Tig was stationed by the entrance with Happy leaning his hands down on the bed by Tig's feet, keeping a watchful eye on his brother.