Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Opposing Sides

WARNING: Mentions of Blood, Death, and Pee. (by far the weirdest disclaimer I've had to write, thank you, Kurt Sutter)

Pixie sat with her knees drawn up to her chest in the chair next to Chibs' bed. It had a silver metal frame and a slightly padded green pleather seat and back but wasn't wholly comfortable. That was the least of Pixie's concerns right now though, it barely even registered that she wasn't comfortable. She was more focused on looking at Chibs' form laying still in his hospital bed. He had thick white bandages wrapped around his head from surgery, tubes and monitors attached to him all over his body, as well as bandages on his hands covering the shrapnel wounds Chibs had received there. The doctors had found he did have a subdural haematoma and a linear fracture to the back of his skull but otherwise, he was unharmed, miraculously. His neck was intact along with his spine and the doctors were confident that Chibs would make a full recovery, though his wounds were classed as severe. The doctors had to perform a craniotomy once they'd stabilised Chibs, so Donna had helped Pixie by explaining it to her. From what Donna had told her, Pixie understood that it was a procedure where the surgeons create a temporary flap in the skull. The haematoma, or brain bleed, is gently removed using suction and irrigation, where it's washed away with fluid. After the procedure, the surgeons put the section of the skull back in place and secured using metal plates. They'd put Chibs under using a general anaesthetic and after the surgery, he'd continued to breathe independently, so they'd put an oxygen tube under his nose just like Piney's, then they'd bandaged him up and settled Chibs into his hospital bed. He'd been put in a private room rather than on a ward so he could be more closely monitored, and Pixie was grateful for this as it meant she was left undisturbed to try and process her thoughts and feelings.

Jax and Lyla had come to visit the hospital after the club vote, checking to see how Chibs had responded to treatment and how Pixie was holding up. Jax had told Pixie that Clay had lost it and was ordering immediate retaliation. Pixie wasn't surprised, but it didn't help her worries for the club and its future. Jax, Piney, and Lyla had tried to bring Pixie home but when Pixie almost had a complete meltdown and lashed out, they'd let her stay, unsure of how best to help her for the moment. All Pixie wanted to do was sit by Chibs' side and wait for him to wake up. She couldn't stomach the thought of not being there for him, as though if she left his side Chibs might stop breathing or his condition could worsen, so she'd stayed in his room, holding Chibs' left hand and trying not to break down. She'd been going back and forth between sitting for a while and pacing as her energy levels fluctuated with her ADHD.

The sound of the room door opening made Pixie startle, jumping to her feet before sighing in relief when she saw a tired-looking Donna, who looked equally as surprised to see Pixie still at the hospital.

"Hey, honey, I was just coming to check on Chibs before I signed off on my shift." Donna explained gently, coming to Pixie's side and seeing how wound up the younger woman was as she slumped back into the chair by Chibs' bed.

"End of your shift?" Pixie asked in confusion as Donna checked Chibs' vitals and smiled when she saw they were stable. She turned back to Pixie, seeing she was still wearing the same outfit she'd been wearing when she came to the hospital, complete with dried blood on her sweater cuffs.

"Yeah, have you been here all night, sweetie? It's six am, end of my thirteen-hour nightshift." Donna explained, looking concerned for Pixie, who looked back at her blankly and a little disorientated, there were dark circles under her eyes and her caramel skin had lost the warmth to it.

"Six am? Oh." Pixie mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, I haven't left the room." She admitted. It hadn't felt like thirteen hours to Pixie at all. Maybe an hour at best.

"Sweetie, you need to rest." Donna replied softly, kneeling down in front of Pixie. "You can't take care of Chibs if you're not fit and well either." She added, her motherly instincts coming in to play.