"Looks like you're going to be released today, Nancy!" my mother screeched. The flinching reaction to the sound of her voice in moments of silence had become repetitive that I appeared to have tourettes from an outsider point of view. "Great…" I groaned through the morphine. After two hours of remembering how to put pants on. I pretended to feel good enough to finally see daylight again.

Once the doctor discharged me and had given me an escort to the front of the hospital towards the parking garage the employee was aghast at the scene before us. My mother had run past me towards the rows of motorbikes sitting alongside the entrance to run into the open arms of a Hispanic biker dude with grease in his air that could buffer a wine stain out of a white carpet. His pointy cowboy boots and mustache grin at the sight of my mother's tits flying in the wind as she torpedoed towards him made me wish the building would crumble and take me with it.

"Do you know these guys?" the employee asked. I turned to look at him wondering if I could claim amnesia and be placed back in the hospital again just to get away from her. "Who is she?" I lied.

"Nancy, stop it. You don't have amnesia!" my mother interrupted any hope of escape. I glared at her and everything that moved. She hurried back towards me to peel me out of the wheel chair like a leech and introduced me to her new man. "This is Marcus Alvarez, isn't he just a popsicle melting in the sun," she giggled as he winked at her.

I smiled and shook his hand knowing they were only fuck buddies and that the poor guy was taking it too seriously. "She has told me a lot about you," he stated. I glanced down at his chest to read the leather cut he carried like a second skin. It read that he was a president.

"What are you a president of?" I asked.

He smirked and tilted his head back towards the rows of Hispanic bikers waiting on his beck and call. "Them," he answered. My mother grinned at the show of power behind this man's shadow and realized what I was in for just by speaking to him. "Oh what joyness…" I mumbled. I felt too nervous around this guy and refrained from any bad jokes that could get me strangled before cinco de mayo.

From the corner of my eye I could see Chibs and Jax walking towards us pretending to be curious as to why we were standing in front of a parade of sweaty Hispanic bikers. Once they reached us, Chibs looked me over to make sure I was ok and stood beside Jax like a body guard for any trouble to come from the rest of the world. "Hey, what's up?" Jax asked the man standing in front of me. "Nothing much, just here to take my girl home," answered Marcus.

"Oh yeah," Jax glanced at my giggling mother ruffling up her blouse hoping the breeze would complement her assets, "Well come here a second and let me run something by you." I rolled my eyes at my mother and watched the heated conversation they were having that I couldn't lip-read my way into hearing. From the way Chibs kept glancing at me to reassure himself and the tone of Jax's voice as he spoke to Marcus gave the impression it was about the accident. About what happened to Tig. I suddenly felt furious at myself for not looking into it while I was in the hospital bed.

I could have gotten so much information by pretending to be unconscious while they talked. My mother was trying to get an idea about what they were saying too. "Do you think they're talking about me?" she asked.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" I screamed with all the air in my lungs. I couldn't take it anymore. I was ready to grab the knife from a fellow biker and stab myself hoping for relief from being around my own mother.

Jax and Chibs looked over Marcus's shoulder wondering what the commotion was about. "Go HOME MOM!" I yelled as I walked away from all of them hoping that around the corner of the hospital there was an escape plan.

Instead I found the other parade of bikers baring the insignia of the Sons of Anarchy. I went to the nearest one and said, "I will show you my tits, if you drive me home." I lied. The man was built like a tree trunk and rising to the sky at 6'7. "Uh…ok." He grinned. I decided to tell the truth and lifted my entire hospital gown to show the front side of my naked body covered in road rash. After a minute I set my dress back to where it was to see that the guy didn't even looked repulsed. More of less aroused and eager to leave the scene as quick as possible to avoid future nicknames he didn't want held over him.

I climbed behind him on his bike, just as Chibs had caught up to me, "You sure you can ride behind him?" he asked. He looked ready to say he wanted me to ride with him instead. I didn't give in. I wanted him to say it. "…Nancy…" the engine of the dyna bike growled to a rumble, "Nancy I want you to ride with me, instead of Quinn," he shouted over the engine.