When the doctor finally arrived at Chris's house, Filip's fever had returned to full broil. He laid on her, having curled into himself, and Chris had remained where she'd been for the past two hours, talking to him when he was awake, and trying to calm him when he wasn't.

Tig came through the front door with Jax and Opie behind him, carrying grocery bags to her kitchen, and Bobby and Clay came through soon after, along with another man she didn't recognize.

"Fucking took long enough." She muttered as they came into the living room.

"Hey Chris, missed you too." Clay came up behind her and clasped his hands on her shoulders, landing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Mmmmmhmmm." She rolled her eyes, and looked to the man she hoped was the doc. He had a plump, cheery face, with eyes that were deeply engraved by laugh lines that ran all the way down to the edges of his thick white mustache.

He sat down his bag on the floor by the sofa, and looked to her, "Well, you must be Ms. Chris McKendrick! I've heard much about you young lady!" he stretched a hand out to her over the coffee table to shake her hand, "Edwin Tunson, ma'am." He had a firm grip, and Chris already felt a little better about him.

Bobby plopped down on the loveseat, "So, Chris, what's the story with the Scot? Heard it's been a crazy night?"

"Understatement, Bobby, understatement."

Edwin spoke up, "Could you tell me a bit about it? I've heard pieces from what they've been told by Mr. Trager over there, but I would like to hear it all from you."

She recounted everything that had happened since Filip arrived, from how he acted and looked, to everything she'd given to him and done for him, including a fairly extensive list of all his worst injuries, and an even longer list of symptoms.

The whole time, she kept running her fingers through Filip's hair, hoping to keep him at ease through all the talking going on in the living room. Edwin was taking notes as she talked, and asked her questions quite often, which continued to enhance her opinion of the man's skills as a doctor.

Tig had handed the doc the papers Clay had given him earlier, and he spent quite a bit of time looking over them, making more notes as he read through. "Could I get a copy of these to have for while we're working on this? I'd like to be able to reference them."

Clay was about to protest, Chris figuring he didn't want the Scot's records in the system just yet, but Edwin caught him before he could voice his objection, "Strictly for my own sake, of course. They won't be filled away anywhere." Clay nodded his head and handed the papers over to Jax, who'd been standing in the background for a while with Opie.

"Chris, you got a scanner?" Jax asked her, and she motioned to the hallway, "Second room on the right." He nodded and walked off with the papers.

"Well," the doc sighed, "Let's get a swab and blood sample out of the way, shall we?"

She looked down at Filip; he hadn't opened his eyes during the entire time that she and the doc had been talking. She reached down, and pushed the hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear, "Filip?" His eyes opened slightly to look at her, "Do you think you could manage to sit up and let the doc look you over?"

From her time with the Sons, she was expecting at least some semblance of a struggle from him when it came to the doc, so it worried her when he'd managed to acknowledge her with merely a weak nod.

She helped him to sit up, mostly doing all the pushing herself, and got him where he was leaning back into the couch still, but upright at least.

The doc had produced a needle and vial out of his bag, and sat on the table in front of the couch. "Filip, is it?" he nodded his head numbly. "I'm going to take some blood, could you hold your arm out for me?" Filip remained motionless for a second, before lifting up a shaking arm, obviously trying to compose himself.

The doc made quick work of the blood draw, and moved quickly on to the throat swab, putting his hand behind Filip's head to steady him, and completing the swab in less than a second. Filip's face was pale and pinched immediately afterword, his hand resting on his stomach, the gagging the swab caused leaving him obviously nauseous.

Chris grabbed up a rag and wet it quickly, putting it on the back of his neck hoping to help alleviate some of the discomfort. He looked at her, smiling a weak smile, "Thank'ye." She smiled at him, reassuringly, she hoped.

The doc continued to look him over, listening to his heart and lungs, checking different lymph nodes on his body, checking over each injury, and lingering for quite some time on his face.

"Well, I'm going to prescribe some antibiotics for infection, and some painkillers, and something to help with nausea, should either of those medications cause it." He wrote the scripts and handed them to Clay. "Those wounds need to be cleaned at least two times a day, and you were right to keep them packed, though I should think they will be healed up enough in a few weeks' time to treat as normal.

"What about the chest pain?" Chris asked.

"Well, it could just be the stress of the trauma, but we'll have to wait until the tests come back to know anything more than that. Though even still, he'll probably need to go see a specialist."

She felt Filip tense next to her, and Clay spoke up, "You do everything you can before you send him to a specialist." He wasn't asking.

"Yes, Mr. Morrow, I'll do what I can for him, but if it comes to it, I'm not going to pretend I can help him if I think he needs someone who's more experience than I in cardiac medicine." Chris had to hide a smirk, people didn't often talk back to anyone in The Sons so bluntly, and it made her smile.

"As it is, you need to get those prescriptions filled right away, and he needs to begin them tonight. And miss—"he turned to Chris, "—do make sure he takes them. All of them. He doesn't need to have any remnants of the infection in his body coming back to bite him in the ass."

Chris nodded, "No problem Doc, I'll make sure he takes all of 'em."

"And go ahead and keep giving him acetaminophen every few hours for the fever, and keep cool compresses handy. If the fever doesn't go down by tomorrow evening, well, give me a call I suppose." He obviously wanted to tell her to take him to an emergency room, but knew that wasn't an option for her. Chris just hoped it didn't come to that.

The doc packed up his things, and everyone but Tig made to leave. Clay turned to her, "I'll get these dropped off on the way back to the clubhouse. Someone will drop them here later tonight."

"Thanks Clay."

"You have everything you need for now?"

"Yeah I think so; I'll let you know if something comes up. Thanks Clay." She got up to give him a hug.

"No problem girl." He embraced her in a crushing hug. "You take care of him, yeah?"

"Nothing but the best Clay, you know me." She smiled, and he kissed her head, and everyone started out the door. She grabbed Bobby before he got out of the door, "Hey, I know I can't know everything, but I think I need to be kept in the loop as far as why Clay doesn't want him in the system yet. This obviously isn't something that's just going to go away, and I don't want to accidentally do something that's going to hurt him because Clay doesn't trust me with all the information."

"What do you want me to do, Chris? I can't just go behind his back."

"figure it out Bobby, please. I don't want to be flying blind here."

"alright, I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks Bobby, see you later?"

"Yeah, I'll drop by when I can."

With that, everyone was gone but her, Tig and Filip.

Chris looked over at Tig, who was sitting on the love seat with Harley gathered up into his lap, and then over to Filip, who'd slumped over onto Khunny who'd taken her spot on the couch.

She grabbed a pack of cigarettes and went to her backyard, leaning on the railing of the patio as she lit one. She stood there and smoked, taking long drags until it was gone. She lit up another, letting the smoke go to her head, making her slightly dizzy.

Tig came out, and she offered him a cigarette. They both stayed out there for a long time, neither of them saying anything.

"This is going to be a long few weeks isn't it?" She stared at yard as she spoke; more a statement than a question.

"Yeah. I think so baby-girl."

She sighed, and lit another cigarette.