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Today was a day just like any other. The sun was bleating down outside, making the dirt swell around your feet as you rushed onto the pavement to meet the incoming ambulance.
“Male, twenty-seven, GSW to the thoracic cavity,” the paramedic barked, “BP one eighty over one ten.”
You gripped the edge of the gurney, pulling a small light from your coat pocket and flashing it over the man’s glossy eyes.
“Get him into surgery, stat! Page Dr. Walker,” you howled over your shoulder “He’s lost a lot of blood. We need to get moving.”
Three other nurses gripped the gurney alongside you, your feet barely following as you pummeled through the emergency room doors. The ER was packed, as it was a Friday afternoon and surely there was no better place for people to be. You hated Fridays more than anything.
“(Y/N)!”
You spun your head around to see Tara, a neonatal surgeon you had gotten to know on a friendly level due to her association with the MC. When the guys usually came in with bullet wounds or cuts needing to be sown up, Tara often sought you out for help.
“What’ve you got?” she questioned, hurrying alongside
“Twenty-seven-year-old male with a thoracic GSW. He’s going in for surgery, not much I can do here,” you replied “Stevenson, take him up to OR four and begin scrubbing in. And page Dr. Walker again!”
“Got it,” Stevenson hollered back, the remaining nurses packed into the elevator, as you gripped the man’s hand.
“You’ll be okay,” you muttered to him, his quivering breath hitching as he frantically nodded. You watched as the elevator dinged and closed, taking him away. You looked down at your hands and examined the blood on them before wiping them on the side of your coat.
You could feel Tara’s presence behind you before she asked, “Why do you always tell them they’ll be okay?”
You sighed slightly under your breath before turning to her, “Men come in here all the time, alone and terrified. Even if they don’t make it, I don’t see the harm in giving them a little bit of hope.”
“You’re a good nurse, (Y/N),” she told you, pulling a rag from her coat pocket and placing it into your hands “Don’t ever doubt yourself.”
“Thanks, Tara,” you muttered, wringing your hands on the rag to get the remaining blood “Do you need my help with something?”
“Actually…I do,” Tara gripped your elbow, steering you down the hall of the ER. She lowered her voice slightly “The guys are here, one of them has got a bullet in his shoulder. We need to do this quietly, and I’ve got a surgery I need to scrub in for in ten minutes. Do you think you can do it?”
Tara had asked you numerous times before, and each time you said yes. She trusted you to keep certain things a secret, as you understood how things worked in Charming and with the MC. The boys had grown a certain fondness for you, sometimes refusing help from other nurses if you were busy. It was a nice feeling, to be accepted by men like that, even if it was based solely on the fact that they thought you were pretty and able to keep your mouth shut. There was also something in it for you as well; you had grown quite a liking for their Scottish member.
A few months prior, you had been the one to stitch up a nasty gash on Jax’s face. You two had gotten into a conversation, eventually bringing up your mutual love for Tara. The other guys had arrived shortly later, the older Scot commenting on the brilliance of your stitchwork. You thanked him, telling him how you learnt during your time in the military as a medic.
“Seems like we got a lot more in common than ye think,” he had told you, butterflies flapping against your ribcage as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek as a thank you for helping Jax. From each moment on, your body tensed with nervousness whenever you saw him. It was a silly, school girl crush, and it made you feel stupid. You were a grown woman, with years of medical training and life experience under your belt, but each time that damn Scot looked innocently in your direction, all your strength abandoned you.
You shook your head, bringing you back to the conversation.
“Yeah, I got it. Where are they?”
“Room seven. Thanks so much, (Y/N). Oh, and Chibs is there, just so you know. He personally asked if you were working today.”
Tara placed a soft kiss on your temple before leaving in the opposite direction. You readjusted your ponytail and calmed your breathing as you approached room seven, slowly clicking the door open before entering. You saw the larger man, who you knew to be called Bobby, pacing in front of the door. On the bed laid Tig, a face and a character that was impossible to forget. Three other men hovered over him, who you knew to be Jax, Chibs, and Happy. Chibs was holding his hand on Tig’s shoulder, before placing a lit joint to Tig’s lips.
“You know you’re not allowed to be smoking in here,” you said sternly, peeling Chibs’ hands away from the wound. He stepped back to let you examine it, but you could still feel his body heat behind you.
“Sorry, doll,” Tig chuckled, wincing as you put pressure on his shoulder “How bad is it?”
“Bullet’s not too deep. Looks like it’s just lodged in some tissue. I should be able to remove it quickly. Let me just wash up.”
“Thanks, (Y/N),” Jax spoke up “I wasn’t sure if Tara was going to be able to convince you today.”
You let out a laugh, quicker than anticipated “When do I ever say no to you guys?”
The boys all let out small chuckle as you slipped a pair of gloves on.
“Aye, we knew we could count on ye,” Chibs smiled, placing an innocent hand on the small of your back. You flashed him a sweet smile, unbeknownst to him, laced with absolute giddiness.
“So,” you began, settling onto the stool at Tig’s side “Someone want to tell me what happened, or should I just use my imagination?”
“Just a little Niner beef,” Bobby spoke, who had stopped pacing and leaned over the end of the bed “Nothing too drastic.”
“Nothing is ever drastic with guns involved,” you chuckled, beginning to dig into the wound. Tig winced at the pain, a string of curse words expelling from his mouth. You looked over at the man, who tried his best to hide the pain from you, but was failing miserably.
“Give him the joint,” you muttered, not taking your eyes from your job
“See, this is why I love you,” Tig announced, as Chibs placed the remainder of the joint between his lips “Tell me again why you don’t have a ring on that finger?”
You laughed audibly “Just haven’t met the man who is able handle all of this.”
“Baby,” Tig croaked “I can handle you just fine. Question is,” he motioned towards his crotch “Are you able to handle all this?”
You dug your tool a little deeper, causing Tig to jump and whimper in pain. The other boys chuckled heartily, except for Chibs, who silently took a seat behind you.
“Be careful with what you say when I’ve got a metal knife in your shoulder,” you told him jokingly “Don’t want to accidentally slip and cut off your big dick.”
“I’ll even help you out.” Happy chimed him
“Happy, don’t you start,” Tig threatened “I actually find her violence kind of sexy.”
Bobby emitted a loud laugh “We should keep you back at the clubhouse if getting shot gets your motor running.”
Once you had extracted the bullet, you studied it in between your forceps against the light.
“Three oh eight,” you stated, allowing the bullet to fall and clang against the metal tray “The Niners blowing you guys away with hunting rifles these days?”
“You know your shit,” Jax smiled “I’m impressed.”
“Well, I’ve pulled just about every type of bullet out of men like you,” you said, beginning to stitch the wound up “I’d be an idiot not to memorize them.”
“Men like us?” Chibs questioned, making his presence behind you known. You turned your head slightly, your lips pulling into a grin
“Men who have to keep this tough act on for others all day long, but when they get hurt, they want nothing other than a woman’s touch to heal them.”
Chibs smiled softly “Aye, ye’re not wrong.”
You finished stitching Tig’s shoulder fairly quickly, and before you knew it, the man was already back on his feet asking Jax where he was needed next.
“You’re not going anywhere,” you told him, pushing him back down onto the bed “The bullet was awfully closed to the subclavian artery. I want to keep you here for a few hours, make sure nothing happens. That fine, Jax?”
Jax took a moment before nodding in your direction “Okay, I trust you, (Y/N). Tig, do what she says and rest for now. We can deal with this without you.”
“But-”
“Aye, listen tae the woman,” Chibs interrupted “Ye gotta rest. I’ll stay, keep ye company.”
Jax nodded, before placing a swift kiss on your cheek. “Thank you again, darling. Appreciate it.”
“Course, Jax. Tara should be out of surgery any time now. Tell her I’ll check in with her later.”
Bobby and Happy both gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before the three of them emptied out of the room, leaving only you, Tig, and the one person you had been hoping to avoid being alone with.
“Okay boys, I have to go check in with my supervisor. I’ll clear this room off the schedule so no one comes in. Tig, I want you to rest for at least a few hours. I’ll be back in an hour to check on you.”
“Okay, doll, thank you,” Tig said, his fingers groping for your hand “I really appreciate this.”
You took his hand in yours “I’ll bring you some antibiotics and pain meds. You’ll be fine, I promise.”
You looked over at Chibs before motioning your head towards the door. “Can we chat outside for a second?”
“Aye.” Chibs followed you out of the room, softly closing the door behind him.
“Make sure he stays put,” you told him, leaning your body against the wall across from him “I expect him to still be laying in that bed when I come back.”
“Aye, ye got my word, lass. He ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
You nodded slightly and smiled, your eyes drifting away from his and down the hallway. Chibs could sense the awkwardness, you were sure, but you felt it was one sided. Why would this man, who has constant women falling all over his feet, even think twice about some nurse he barely knew? Sure, you helped out the club a lot, but you never dared tell him he was the reason.
“Okay, I should get going. I’ll be back in an hour.”
You turned your feet to leave, but quickly felt a strong grip on your forearm. Chibs leaned in, placing his soft lips against your forehead. You froze in the moment, unsure of how to react, or what to exactly say. He had kissed you like that before, but there was something there in this moment that you hadn’t felt before, some kind of heavy need lingering in the air between you two. Your eyes glanced softly up at his, the space between you two diminishing as he placed another kiss to your lips. It was soft, delicate, and sweet, but you could sense the hint of passion and roughness he possessed as well. As he pulled back, his eyes met yours again, a hint of worry in them that he had gone too far.
“I’m sorry, I-”
You kissed him again, slightly harder this time, your fingers gently gripping his kutte. You pulled away from him for a second time, and you could feel the ache in your stomach as you did so. His fingers groped for your body to come back to him, but he controlled his urge and placed them at his side instead.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” you whispered, your index finger grazing slightly against his scarred cheek. “Stay put.”
“Aye, yes ma’am.”
You turned on your heels, giving him a sweet smile before heading down the hallway. You didn’t dare turn around to see if he was watching you go, because you already knew he was. You collapsed into a chair at the nurse’s station, your heartbeat still irregular as you shuffled through some paperwork, a stupid grin still plastered on your face. Maybe Fridays weren’t the worst thing after all.