Simple Fire

Awake

Clay thanked the other charters for their cooperation before they all left to their hometowns. Tig was anxious to get back to the hospital to check on Teegan so Clay told him there was nothing else, club business wise, that needed to be done. Tig quickly hopped on his bike and headed straight for the hospital. Gemma had already headed home for the night. Clay bid everyone goodnight before making his way home as well.

The rest hung out at the clubhouse or headed to their own homes after the eventful night. Tig raced up to her room hoping there had been a change in her condition. He slipped into her room and sat down by her bed, once again taking her hand in his. She was still out and it concerned him not knowing when she'd wake up. Her heart rate suddenly went up as he was caressing her hand. He looked at the monitor and then back to her.

"Baby? Teegan, it's me. Can you hear me?" He questioned, heart beginning to thump in his chest.

Her heart rate sped up a little before going back down to normal.

"Teegan, baby, we figured out who bombed your shop. We took revenge on them tonight. I doubt they'll be bothering you again. I sincerely hope you don't hate me, or the club, for this." He sighed as he continued to rub her hand, "I know you keep getting caught up in our business and for that I'm sincerely sorry. It's an unfortunately side effect of being with me, Doll. If I could shield you from all of it, I certainly would."

Her heart rate once again went up before going back down to a steady rate. It made him hopeful that she could hear him.

"It scared me when we were told of the bombings. All I could think of was getting to your shop to see how you were. Hearing that you'd slipped into a coma was terrifying. I didn't know what to do. I still don't. I'll...I'll do anything for you. You need something, I'm there." He told her with a sigh.

Tig had eventually fallen asleep leaning on the bed holding her hand. Even the nurses coming and going checking her vitals and saline bag didn't wake him. Tara eventually came in and shook him awake. "Go home. Get a shower, get some food, she'll be fine until you return." Tara told him. He told her he was staying there because he wanted himself to be the first person she saw when she awoke. Giving him a sympathetic look, Tara told him the probability of her waking any time soon was slim.

Three days had gone by and Tig refused to leave the hospital. Gemma brought him meals as she came to check on Teegan and the others. Clay had the prospects cleaning up the three businesses since he didn't know how to proceed. They wanted to fix their escort service back up so it was a functional business again. He was sure Luann would want to redo her studio. He was also very sure Teegan would want to restart her shop.

Tig staring at the TV not paying much attention to what was on when he heard a groan. Whipping his head around, he found Teegan opening her eyes. His heart leapt into his throat as she began to look around. She was pleased to see him, then she was angry. He had hoped things would go smooth until she was released from the hospital but her temper and attitude immediately came to the surface!

"You! You and that fucking club!" Teegan hissed before coughing.

"Baby, calm down. Let me go get Tara so she can look you over." Tig exclaimed before jumping out of his chair and leaving her room.

A few minutes later, Tara walked in behind Tig who sat back down in his chair. Tara did a few quick tests before deciding she should have a CAT scan to see how her brain was healing. She left to go order the test leaving the pair alone once more.

"I'm so sorry, Teegan. Really." Tig quietly told her making her huff.

"I was fucking blown up because of you!" She hissed.

"I know. And I'll never be able to apologize enough." Tig grabbed her hand making her tense up.

"I don't know if I can deal with this. Do you realize what I'm going to have to go through to get my shop up and running again?" She exclaimed with a huff.

"I know it'll be a pain." He sighed, "But you're a strong woman. Headstrong, tough. If anyone can recover from all this, it's you."

"Buttering me up won't work, Trager." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not trying to butter you up. I'm speaking the truth. You've been attacked several times and never let any of that get to you. You've put up with me and the club and never back down from us. Which is both hot and infuriating. (She tried to hide the small smile gracing her lips) You've got me for whatever it's worth to help out." Tig rested his hand on her leg.

Tara came in and said shewas about to be taken for her CAT scan. The doctor helped unhook her fromeverything and then into a wheelchair. Tig just sat there feeling helpless andhe hated the feeling. His mind raced with how to help her get her shop up andrunning again for her. How to help her at home with the broken leg knowing she'dprobably be on crutches for a few weeks.

Teegan was finally wheeled back in by a nurse. Tig watched as she helped Teegan back into the bed then began getting her hooked back up to all the monitors and things. The nurse told her that the doctor would be in as soon as the test results were in. He heard Teegan sigh and it made him sad. She was upset and it was all because of him. Perhaps if they hadn't have beaten the kid up, none of this would ever have happened.

"How long have you been here?" Teegan finally questioned.

"I came in the first day you were here but had to leave to handle some club business. Then I came back and have been here for three days straight." Tig told her.

She got quiet as she digested what he'd told her. Then she asked him a question.

"You never left? Never went home to eat or shower or anything?" Teegan finally looked over at him.

"Nope. Tara and Gemma both tried to get me to go home to get some real rest but I refused." He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to be the first face you saw when you came to." He smiled at her, "I wanted to be here when you woke so I could tell you how thankful I am that you're alive and how I hope you don't hate me so much as to push me out of your life."

Once more, she got quiet as she thought about what he'd told her. She cared deeply for him, even if she did despise his club, and thoroughly enjoyed their private time together. The sex wasn't too bad either if she were honest with herself.

"Well...as much as I hate that fucking club, I've come to care a lot about you, Tig. I enjoy our private time together." She confessed making him smile at her.

A/N: How sweet! Tig does have his sweet moments, huh? ;)

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