I ONLY OWN MIKA. AND I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS STORY. I HAD A TALK WITH MY BETA AND SHE REMINDED ME OF WHY I WRITE. BECAUSE I LIKE IT AND I'M NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT NEED A CERTAIN NUMBER OF REVIEWS TO KEEP WRITING. AND HONESTLY, I'M A LITTLE SCARED OF HER. SHE'S A CRAZY BITCH! HELP ME!
Opie was huddled around Mika, trying to keep her warm. He shifted her slightly and all hell broke loose. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a blood curling scream and started thrashing around. Still trying to hang on to the cut that had until a few minutes ago been her security. Opie did all he could to keep her still, " I got you babe, be still, just focus on me, I love you, I need you in my world, in my life."
Happy felt helpless, Hap didn't do helpless. He was a man of violent action. Made the problem dead, call the prospects to clean it up. He called the clubhouse so they would know what was going on, and to tell them it was not a threat just an accident. It was all he could think of to do. Tigger, poor soul, he was back on the night he lost his girl off his bike, the tough exterior he showed to the world was beginning to crack at the seems. And Tig unglued was never a good thing...
There was no one to shoot, no one to chase after, just the silence of the surrounding nigh, the struggle for breath from the tiny thing that Opie had in his arms. Off in the distance they could hear the sound of the ambulance's siren. Tigger stopped in mid pace, Happy turned to face what was coming. Opie just held on tighter, she was not making much sound other that trying to draw a breath, no more struggling, she was limp, but she was still alive. Her life's blood soaked Opie and the very ground he sat on.
The ambulance arrived; the EMT's jumping out and opening up the back. They rushed over to the couple on the ground, one look and they called for the stretcher. Opie would not let them touch her, instead laying her out himself. Only then did he step back and let them begin to work on her. He sunk back to the ground, his head in his hands. Hap and Tig just stood there and watched as the EMT's did what they could. Happy nudged Tig and glanced over to Opie's bike, "Ya sure man, lets see the damage, be something to do", Tig said to Happy.
The pair walked over and pulled the bike back from the barrier. The immediate assessment wasn't so bad. Headlight was toast, mirrors trashed. Tear in the side of the seat. Bitch peg was gone on the down side, but the pipes were good a little scratched, but looked ok. Some gas had leaked out so the boys rolled the bike back away fro the spill. More than one time they had both witnessed a bike burst into flames because some jackass didn't move away from the vapors of the gas coming up off the ground.
Opie watched them; still sitting on the ground, as his girl was being loaded up and taken to St. Thomas. Hap set the kick stand, turned the key, and hit the starter. The bike roared to life. Both Hap and Tig had stepped back just in case. Opie on the other hand just wanted to get to the hospital as fast as possible. He stood up and threw a leg over, kicked the stand back, toed it into gear and roared off... Both Hap and Tig just looked at the other, "What the fuck man?" they said almost together, they looked at each other and Tig said," alright that was fucking creepy, lets go watch his giant dickheaded ass"
They soon caught up to Opie how was directly behind the ambulance, his attention more on the EMT working on Mika than the road. They formed the second line behind his as was fitting for the situation. As they passed the clubhouse road the other brothers were there just watching for them to come through.
They pulled out in formation, splitting up between the back and the front of the ambulance. Never had an old lady been hurt like this on her ink night. They felt very protective of her, she was family now and you never let family travel alone. The ambulance headed to the emergency entrance and the bulk of the brothers parked where they fucking wanted to, Opie pulled up as close as he could get with Hap and Tig right there with him.
St. Thomas was once again the scene of yet another life or death struggle of either a son or some one close to them. They all knew where to go, some stayed outside to watch their brother's backs, smoking, and facing out, looking for trouble. Others went on in to claim their area and run off any outsiders, they were never allowed to be a witness to what might be said in a moment of a brother's grief. Old ladies and girl friends were called, just to make sure everyone was whole.
Tara was in her office filling out paperwork when the door flew open and Jax grabbed her arm and practically dragged her out and filled her in while they made their way to the emergency room. Tara went in and was horrified. Mika was covered in blood and deathly pale. Tara snapped into action. She pulled on gloves and started cutting off Mika's clothes.
Most of the blood was from shallow cuts. The wounds that worried Tara were the road rash and the deep cut to Mika's thigh. Tara didn't even stop to think. She knew the artery had been severed and that if Mika didn't get blood and the wound wasn't stitched, she would die. Tara told the nurse to go get the supplies she needed and call the blood bank.
There was one problem. Mika had a very rare blood type. One that they didn't keep at the hospital. Tara knew it was time for the truth to come out or Mika would die. She ran and grabbed Tig from the waiting room and pulled him into Mika's room. She shoved him into a chair and pulled out a needle and an IV bag. She hooked it up and once the blood started flowing, she breathed a sigh of relief. " What the fuck?" Tig asked her.
"Look at Mika. She's going to die. Unless she gets blood. And since you both have the same blood type-" Tig cut her off. "How long have you known?" He asked her. "Since she came into town. Same hair and eyes. Same temper, that's for damn sure. Does she know?" Tara asked him. Tig shook his head. "No one does. I think Gemma suspects. How was I supposed to tell her?
"Hey Gemma can you sign these forms? Oh and by the way I banged your sister and Mika is my daughter." That would have went over well." Tig ran a hand over his face. Tara unhooked the bag and replaced it with a new one and walked over and hooked it up to Mika and started her stitches.
"Well now your secret is out. What are you gonna do?" She asked him as she carefully stitched Mika's leg up. "I'm going to have to tell her when she wakes up. I have no idea what her mother told her." Tig wheeled the IV stand over to the bed and stood by Mika's head. He brushed the hair out of her face. "She looks so much like me. I'm surprised no one else caught on." Tig said with a lump in his throat. "You know, I never wanted this life for her. I wanted a life free from the club for her. You know, get married to a regular guy. Have babies and be safe. Looks like she got dragged into it anyway." Tig said looking at her crow.
"Tig, she's your daughter. Did you really think she would settle for normal?" Opie asked him from the doorway. "She came here because of me but stayed because of you. She had a long talk with her mother and was finally told the truth about her father. She was going to tell you tomorrow." Opie walked in and stood on the other side of Mika." If you hurt her i'll kill you. Brother of not." Opie told him.