It was so dark. I could sense everything. My dry ragged throat, the stiffness aching through my whole body from lying there, the intense pain that followed from the road rash, broken ribs and pelvis. The silence that surrounded me was almost scary. I tried to open my eyes but it was so difficult. Everytime a sliver of light came through my slitted eyes I winced. "Water." I whispered through parched lips. "John?" replied my sweet wife Gemma. "Water." I scratched out. "Nurse! Nurse! Hes awake!" As I finally peel my eyelids open I see a flurry of nurses and doctors sprinting into my room and I wondered. What the hell happened? The days after seem like a blur. Gemma constantly by my side. SamCro members lining down the hall to visit. Following the flowers and love I was getting from the guys and most of all my son Jax. I started to question what really happened that day.
Being released from the hospital a week later was a huge relief. Gemma drove me back to SamCro, it was time to get back to work. I saunter into the old place the smell of cigars and rum in the air. Everyone cheers. Its party time. Easy to see that I was missed so I mingle with the crew and then head off to the office. I watch from solitare as Gemma circles Clay. The question arises in my head again. What the hell happened? Chibs enters the room.
"Whats on yer mind?" he asks me.
I snap back to attention. And I say, "Find out who tampered with my bike. But keep it on the low because I don't want Gemma finding out."
Chibs seems surprised asking, "Why? Ya think someone messed with yer bike? That's crazy!"
I give him a look that's so icy some would have thought I could have turned to stone.
"Okay, boss." Chibs says catching my watchfulness over my wife and Clay and he says, "I'll start with them."
The next week flies by and I wonder if Chibs is any closer to answering my question to who tampered with my bike. Today the parts come in from the wreckage and I planned on inspecting every single part of that bike until I figured out what went wrong. The parts to my bike were all mashed and mingled into one another. The kind of wreckage that one generally doesn't survive from.