SPOV

All night I had been trying to get the bullets out. But so far I wasn't winning. I was tired, and covered in blood and sweat. But I wasn't giving up. Cameron had passed out which made things a little easier.

"Chibs, go out and give Clay an update." I told him, not as harsh as I had been last night. As soon as he was gone I turned to Juice. "If I can't save him-"

He shook his head, cutting me off. "Don't even go there. You can do this."

I sighed. "I'm not sure, Juice. The bullets in deep. It looks like it's infected, and even if I did get it out, I have no way of closing the artery up." he came to stand next to me, pulling me into his arms and holding me, as I kept pressure on the wound. "Where the hell is Tara?"

...

I groaned, tweezers deep into the bullet whole. "I can't find the damn thing!"

"Letti, do you want me to take over? You're exhausted." Chibs asked, hand on my shoulder.

But I shook my head. "I can do this. Just keep him still."

Now that Cameron was awake he was fidgeting around because of the pain. I had stopped cutting at least, which helped. I hadn't cut him a lot, only a little so I could get in the hole better, but still it increased the pain and blood.

"Keep him quiet." Tig called. I looked over my shoulder, seeing him at the door.

Juice answered for us. "Okay." he nodded as the door was closed once more. Turning back his eyes landed on mine. "How are you doing?"

I shook my head. "If we can't get this bullet out he'll die."

"I asked how you're doing, not him." he corrected.

I gave him a small smile. "I'll be okay."

Taking the tweezers out of the wound I grabbed a towel and put pressure on the leg, using my other hand to look threw my bag, hoping there was something in there I could use that would help.

I could hear Unser talking outside the door, his voice mumbled. The doors opened, and I looked to see Clay and Unser. Giving a nod I went back to what I was doing, not letting them distract me.

"Jesus Christ." Unser sighed and the doors closed.

"Damn it." I pushed the bag off the table out of frustration not finding what I needed. "Where's Jax with the supplies?"

"What do you need?" Juice asked, ready to give me whatever I needed.

I picked up my surgical tweezers , showing them to him. "See these. They're not long enough to reach the bullet. I need something else."

"Like pliers?" Chibs suggested.

My eyes widened as I lit up. "Yes, exactly. Think you can get me some."

"I'll be right back with them, love." he nodded, walking out.

Still putting pressure on the wounds I turned to Juice. "Thanks for being here. I know with Chibs, I don't really need you... but I do, you know?"

"You don't need to thank me." he nodded back, giving a little smile.

...

"Aah!" Cameron yelled out in pain.

"Yes! I got it. I got it!" I cheered, pulling the bullet out. Suddenly blood started squirting out. "Shit!" I quickly grabbed a towel and put pressure on the wound but before long it was soaked through.

"Come here!" Chibs grabbed Juice's hand, shoving his fingers into the bullet hole. "Hold that!"

"What the-" Juice started but before he could finish Tig burst in.

"What's going on?" he asked as mum walked in behind him.

"Letti got one out, mate. We got one slug out." Chibs grinned.

"This is insane." mum stepped forward.

Juice was freaking out, his fingers practically shoved up some guys ass. "What the hell are we gonna do?"

"Just keep your finger in his ass." Chibs told him.

I turned to Tig. "This is way beyond what I know. I don't have the skills to do this. We need a doctor."

Mum rushed out of the room, Tig going after her.

I sighed. "Chibs, you should go get cleaned up. We'll handle this."

"Letti-"

I raised my hand, shutting him up. "Seriously, I'm not in the mood to argue. Just, please. I'll clean up in here, Juice'll..." I looked at Juice apologetically. "He'll keep doing that." I gestured to his hand. "I'm sure there's things Clay needs done."

He stood up, stepping towards the door. "Okay, but if you need me, just give a shout."

"Will do." I mumbled, crouching on the ground and grabbing whatever spare clean towels were left.

"Scarlett." I looked up at Juice, who didn't look as freaked out anymore. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, emotionlessly. "I have to be."

...

"Urgh." Cameron lifted his head from the table.

I had been sitting in one of the chairs by Juice, resting while we waited for help. Now that my patient was awake, I got back to business.

"How are you feeling?"

Cameron looked to Juice and me. Juice smiled down at the guy, while I just offered him an apologetic look.

"What the hell's going on?"

I nodded, answering for him. "There was some..."

"Complications." Juice finished for me.

When Juice spoke, the Irishman looked at him, frowning. "Where the hell's your hand?"

"It's uh-" Juice shifted which caused his fingers to move slightly.

"Aah!" Cameron yelled out in pain.

Juice stood up in an instant. "Oh, okay. Um..."

I sighed, getting down to it. "His finger is plugging up one of your bullet holes."

Cameron froze for a moment, thinking about what I said. "That's his finger jammed up my ass?"

"No." Juice shook his head instantly. "No." he stopped and sighed, nodding. "Well, technically, yes, okay. But my finger's not jammed up your ass. Because, you know, that would be gay. It's kinda jammed in you ass, which I guess is still kind of gay."

I couldn't help it. I let out a small giggle, seeing how uncomfortable Juice was. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it." I apologized, smiling.

"Jesus." Cameron groaned. "Am I gonna die or not?"

"No." Juice answered before I could. "I don't think so..."

Sighing I leaned in closer to Cameron. There was no point in sugar coating it, so I told him the truth. "Look I've got one bullet out, but I'm waiting for other supplies. Once they get here, I'll fix you up. You'll be good as new." just as I finished Chibs walked in. I stood and looked to all three men before stopping my gaze at the Irishman. "I'm just gonna go get some air. I'll be right back." I reassured Cameron before heading towards the exit.

"Sorry, Letti, Clay doesn't want you going outside. You'll have to make do." Chibs called, stopping me.

Sighing I nodded. "That's fine, I'll just go get some water then." honestly, I just needed a moment by myself.

...

I sat by the bar with Piney. Chibs had insisted I have a break until Jax got back, he'd keep an eye on Cameron and make sure Juice doesn't do any damage with his finger. So, taking this time to relax a little, I just sat and watched Ope as he fixed up some guns.

"You should shower. Clean yourself up." Piney suggested.

I shook my head. "Once Jax is here I'll be right back in there getting bloody again. No real point."

Ope stopped what he was doing, looking at me from the other side of the bar. "You okay, Lett? I know it's been rough in there. Everything else okay though?" he asked with brotherly concern. He worried about me just as much as the rest of the guys did- if not more. He, Jax and I had always been close, so it was no surprise he could read me so easily.

Before I could answer though the back door opened, Jax walking in with a bag of supplies.

"Oh thank God." I was on my feet, throwing my arms around Jax in an instant. "I was so worried about you." I sighed, stepping back. Seeing him at least helped calm my nerves a little.

"Jackie boy, where have you been?" Chibs asked as he walked out of he chapel.

Jax sighed, handing me the bag. "I'm here now."

"Look, the bullet in his ass hit a major artery. I don't have the skills to do what needs to be done. We need a doctor." I told him, before anyone could say anything about the fact he had disappeared.

He nodded, looking at the ground. "All right." he went to turned but I stopped him.

"Hey, what's up? You look like you're in shock." I frowned as I searched his eyes.

"I'll talk to you later. Let's just get this guy fixed up." he kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back this time, I promise."

...

I stood with Juice, staying close to Cameron to make sure he was okay. But also to be with Juice. I had never done something like this, patching up bullet wounds. I just needed someone to keep me sane until it was all over.

"You look like shit."

I turned to look at Juice as he stood by Cameron, fingers still in the wound. I moved to stand next to him, I gave a short shrug. "Yeah well, you don't look too good yourself."

"I'm being serious." he looked over to make sure Cameron was still out before leaning closer to me. His body touched mine ever so slightly, the touch comforting. "You don't have to be here."

"Until Tara gets here, I'm not going anywhere." I told him, not budging partly to prove a point and partly because I craved his touch- even just the simple brush between us right now.

"Okay, but as soon as she does, you do what she asks and you go. I don't want you passing out or anything." he brushed a strand of hair out of my face, before freezing. "Oh... ah."

I sighed. "You got blood on my face, didn't you?"

"Yeah..."

"It's fine I'll wash it off-"

The doors to the chapel opened as mum, Chibs and Tara walked in. "Oh, my God." Tara's jaw dropped at the scene before her.

"Took two slugs. We got one out." mum informed her, straight to business. "Little Dutch Boy's keeping the blood from bursting." mum looked to Juice who was still pretty close to me.

Nodding proudly- oblivious to my mum's looks- Juice spoke to Tara. "Yeah, but it was Scarlett that got the bullet out."

Tara pulled some pills out of her bag. "Here's some vancomycin. This will kill anything. Give him two now and then every four hours." she handed the bottle to mum before turning to me. "You did a good job, helped save him. But I can take it from here. You should go get cleaned up, and rest."

"Are you sure? I can help-"

Chibs shook his head. "You've done enough, Letti. You needed to have a break."

"Besides." mum finished giving Cameron the pills. "I'll help the good doctor."

"Oh, how's it look?" the Irishman asked now knowing a real doctor was here.

"It looks like you got shot." Tara answered simply.

While they talked I turned to Juice. "Find me once you're done? I don't really wanna be alone right now." he nodded and I could see how badly he wanted to touch me once more. But with mum and Chibs in the room, that couldn't happen. "Tara, this is Juice." I told her, stepping towards the door. "He'll help with whatever you need. But if you do end us needing me, just give a shout." I told her before heading out of the chapel.

"Jesus Christ." I looked up at Tig as he moved towards me. "You look like shit, Lett."

"So I've been told." I sighed. "I'm gonna go have a shower."

"You need anything else?" Jax asked from behind the bar with Opie.

"No, I'm okay. I'll be back out in a minute." my voice was so flat. I was just so exhausted.

Without waiting for them to say anything, I headed for my room to have a shower. Grabbing a pair of cotton shorts and a plain tank top, I moved towards my bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, seeing all the blood, I suddenly felt sick. Leaning over, I threw up into the toilet. Coughing and gaging.

I had never seen so much blood before...

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