A/N: I wrote something kind of similar for another fandom and decided to try it in this one but with a few tweaks. Hope you like it. I have some medical knowledge but tried my best to research what I didn't know. If I'm totally off about something, let me know and I'll try to edit it to be correct.

Ch. 1

If there was one thing that all of the members of the Sons of Anarchy had in common, it was that they all faced constant danger. There was the obvious threat of falling off of a bike or getting into an accident, and then there was the threat of retaliation from the club's various rivals. SAMCRO had made many enemies since its formation, after all.

Yet, it was none of these that caused Tig's head injury. No, it was something much simpler, much stupider that did it, if the rest of the club was being honest.

Chibs remembered the event clearly.

Tig had been changing a brake drum on a car and had gouged his forehead on a metal shaft sticking out from the wheel well. He jerked back in pain, only to bang his head against the fender.

It was the second injury that had done the most damage. Chibs was sure of it. Tig had hit himself hard enough to stun himself. He stood still for a second before his eyes rolled back. Then he collapsed to the ground.

Chibs had ran over and had called for help, and an ambulance had come, and that's why they were all at the hospital now, gathered around Tig's bed. The Sergeant at Arms was still unconscious. Chibs watched as Tara and another doctor flitted around the room.

"Can someone tell us what the hell is going on?" Clay asked, voicing the question on everyone's minds.

They'd been there for what felt like hours and Tig still had yet to wake up. They'd taken him for a CT scan and had done a few other diagnostic tests, but none of the doctors had said anything to the rest of the club directly.

Hearing the anger in Clay's voice, Tara immediately stopped pacing around and came over, the other doctor with her as well.

"I'm sorry, Clay. It seems like he sustained a moderately traumatic brain injury. It's likely that he'll wake up, though."

Clay stared at her. Despite the oxygen canula he was forced to wear, he still looked threatening.

"So he's gonna be okay?"

"He doesn't have a hemorrhage, nor is his brain swelling. There's no reason for him not to wake up. If he's lucky there might not be any long lasting effects."

Clay sighed.

"Alright." He looked at Juice, "You stay with him. We'll switch off every two hours 'til he wakes up. Chibs, you're up next, then I'll go then Bobby."

Everyone nodded or mumbled their agreement to the plan, and the club, minus Juice, all went on their way.

00

Not much happened while Juice was on watch. Tig snored a little bit and kind of twitched, but that was about it. Juice had called Tara back but she said that it wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

So he sat there, watching Tig and watching the television on the hospital room wall.

It was a long two hours. Then, exactly at seven, Chibs showed up.

The Scotsman took a seat next to his friend's best and turned the channels on the television. There's wasn't anything particularly good on, so he settled on watching a rousing game of Jeopardy.

Eventually, the combination of Alex Trebek's droning voice and Tig's occasional snoring lulled Chibs to sleep. He was having a fantastic dream about banging red-headed stripper twins when a sound pulled him back to the land of the living.

He cracked open his eyes to see that Tig was awake.

"Tig! You're awake!" Chibs said, happily. He moved closer to his friend. "How're ya feelin'?"

To Chib's surprise, Tig didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes grew extremely wide and he pushed himself back further on the bed. The man looked terrified.

"Tig? What's wrong?" Chibs was beginning to get concerned.

Tig slowly shook his head. After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

"Who are you and where am I?"