It was three in the afternoon, and Carly had been at the gym for ten hours, with no escape until at least 7 or 8, if she skipped her usual late night workout. She reminded herself that working out every night wasn't a necessary escape anymore. Exactly five days ago, Ernest Darby knocked on her door, accompanied by Happy and Opie, to tell her that she and Aaron were officially over, and she would not be seeing him again. The news surprised her, but she was skeptical.

However, true to his word, she hadn't so much as seen a Nord in passing on the street. She also hadn't seen a Son in passing. Lyla came up to her after picking Ellie up the day before to congratulate her, and tell her that Happy was positively mopey. Somehow, Carly didn't think that Happy was the mopey type, and more the pissed off type. She knew she owed him, and the Sons, a debt for helping her, but she was stubborn and still pissed.

Collecting her thoughts, Carly realized the next class was coming in, and she grabbed her water bottle, chugging almost all of it before walking over to the group. She silently chastised herself as she realized it was the first time she drank from the bottle, opting instead for coffee in the morning and an energy drink with her lunch. She couldn't very well preach the importance of hydration to her students, and not follow it herself.

Thirty minutes into the class, Carly had the girls over by the vault, explaining a simple vault to them, and something was very wrong. She felt like she couldn't keep her eyes open, and she was almost positive her speech was slurring. She told herself it was just exhaustion, but in the back of her mind knew it wasn't true. After finishing her explanation, one of the students asked her if she would demonstrate.

"Of course." She said carefully, even though she felt more like laying down on the floor instead. She told herself after this class she would let the other coaches take over and go home. She took a deep breath, something that seemed nearly impossible, and ran, slightly crooked at full speed towards the vault. When she hit the springboard and went to put her hands on the vault, she misjudged the distance, and her hand barely grazed the other side of the vault, and her chest hit the vault hard, before she fell over it, landing on her head, and flipping on her back. She was vaguely aware of a crowd growing around her, and tried to stand, but stumbled falling back over. She gave up on standing, and instead closed her eyes, letting darkness wash over her.

SOASOASOA

If Aaron had to label someone as his best friend, it would be Zip, which is why he entrusted him to keep an eye on Carly, now that he wasn't able to see her, ever. Zip was just watching out for her, making sure that Son wasn't sniffing around her. When Zip flew into the parking lot of the motel Darby's girls were operating out of, Aaron knew something was very wrong.

"Man, I fucked up… Aaron I fucked up bad." Zip blathered, frustrating Aaron.

"What? What the hell happened? Did someone see you?" Aaron asked him.

"No… I was… I was trying to help you. I thought if I could get her to just come talk to you, you know one last time, you would appreciate it. But I knew I couldn't get her to come, so… I slipped some GHB in her water bottle at the gym this morning. I figured she'd take a few drinks while there weren't a bunch of people around, start feeling looser, and I could convince her to come talk to you. Closure you know?"

Aaron stared at his friend, flabbergasted. Zip wasn't known for his brains, but he could usually follow orders. "Are you fucking stupid?" He asked him, glancing to the car and noticing there was no drugged up ex girlfriend. "What happened?" He asked slowly through gritted teeth.

"Well, the bitch didn't drink the shit till now, and she guzzled the whole damn bottle, there were 5 hits in it! There were a shit ton of people in there, and I couldn't just walk in and grab her. I guess she started looking bad, cause they rolled her out in an ambulance. Oh man, what if SAMCRO finds out?" Zip asked, his very short train of thought quickly derailing.

Aaron didn't say anything to Zip, as he digested this information. He grabbed his keys and jumped in his car, hoping like hell he got to St. Thomas before the wetback Son found anything out, and came after him.

SOASOASOA

Aaron would not get his wish. Lyla watched the whole thing happen, and had already called Opie and Happy. They sat in the waiting room of St. Thomas, jumping up when a doctor finally came in.

"Your friend is lucky. She's going to make it." The doctor told them, slightly overwhelmed by the two bikers.

"What the hell happened?" Happy growled. He didn't have any information, beyond what Lyla saw.

"She was drugged, most likely a large amount of GHB. She has a few cracked ribs from her fall, and we'd like to keep her overnight, just as a precaution. We pumped her stomach, but she is still feeling the effects of the drug that had already gotten into her system." The doctor explained. "You can see her if you like."

Opie told Happy he'd go back to the clubhouse and give them an update, so Happy could stay here. Happy followed the Doctor to Carly's room, where he sat next to her bed as she slept, until the door opened and Aaron walked in.

Aaron immediately tried to back out through the door, but Happy had him by the collar before he could accomplish it. "You're fucking dead." Happy growled at him, tempted to pull out his gun out of its holster.

"I can explain. It wasn't me. I had no idea… I'm pissed too." Aaron spouted off rapidly.

Happy threw Aaron against the wall, pausing only when Carly moaned softly in her sleep. Happy glanced back at her, and pushed Aaron out the door, and into a waiting room. "Get lost." Happy told the few people sitting there.

"You get two minutes." Happy told him, only allowing it so he could know exactly what happened.

Aaron told Happy what he knew, and waited anxiously, calculating the odds of getting past Happy and out the door. Aaron wasn't afraid of him necessarily, but he wasn't crazy enough to try something in a crowded hospital, and he was pretty sure Happy WAS crazy enough.

"Kill him." Happy decided finally. Aaron said he was as pissed as Happy, he could prove it.

"I… I can't… do that. He's my friend."

"Kill him, or I kill him, and you." Happy told him with finality. "By tonight, he's dead, and you don't so much as think of her when you're jacking off."

Aaron nodded slowly. He had no other option. He walked towards the door, before pausing. "You think you'll be any better for her spic? You're as bad as I am. Shit, you're worse. I've never killed someone before, and that's your goddamn job description. I suppose you haven't told her about that part yet."

"She isn't any of your fucking business. Get the fuck out." Happy told him, stepping towards him. Aaron walked out, and Happy took a breath. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but the KKK asshole's words got to him. He did his best to shake it off, and walked back into Carly's room, taking his place in the chair next to her bed.