Abigail cramped as panicked screams filled the air. Immediately she jumped up and ran to the edge of the roof. The sight of Juice's body lying motionlessly on the ground caused a jolt of pain in her stomach. "Oh god," she whispered. "Juice!"

Suddenly she felt dizzy, her surroundings started to spin. Was he dead? Jax pushed her on her knees. "Stay there," he said in a firm tone, "we don't want you to end up next to him, huh?"

After these words he climbed down, taking two steps at a time until he had reached the man. Abigail was sobbing, her fist pressed to her lips. There was a pool of blood around his head. Below her Jax was talking to him, and more people rushed towards them.

Abigail took a deep breath and listened. She heard his cries of pain, giving her a strange sense of relief. He is alive. With shaking hands she grabbed the fire stairs and climbed down, slowly, taking step by step.

As she reached the ground, her father was already sitting beside him, examining his head wound. Jax stood a few steps away and was calling someone – probably the ambulance. Abigail ignored the others, sat down on her knees and carefully took his hand into hers.

He looked up to her, his eyes full of tears, panic written all over his face. "You'll be fine," she said, kissing his knuckles. "You'll be fine baby. I stay with you."

She however wasn't convinced of her own words and she could hear it in her voice. He had trouble breathing and she was afraid that he had a collapsed lung.

It didn't take long before an ambulance pulled up the lot. Two paramedics jumped out of the vehicle and lifted him on a gurney. Without any discussion Abigail went with them while one of the caregivers sat down in the back with Juice.

It became a long night. Her father sat beside her, now and then rubbing her back as she started to cry again. He didn't ask questions and Abigail was glad about that. It had been a stupid accident but she couldn't help to feel guilty. If she hadn't taken him to the roof he would never have fallen and if she hadn't encouraged him to kiss her like that, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry when Jax sent him away.

The other Sons were around too, all looking ridiculous in their Halloween outfits. At least for the other visitors they were an interesting distraction but all Abigail could see was all the blood around Juice's head, and his gasps for breath were terrorizing her.

After an hour they finally received some news; he had two broken ribs of which one had pierced his lung, he had broken his leg twice and he had a bad concussion. The nurse assured them that the injuries were not life-threatening, and relieved Abigail wiped away the tears.

"Can I go to him?" she asked quietly.

"Only for a few minutes, he needs to rest."

Abigail nodded and walked with the woman to the hospital room. He had closed his eyes and was on an IV. A lump appeared in her throat as she took his hand in hers. Slowly his eyes opened. The pain was gleaming in his eyes, but nevertheless he managed to lift the corners of his mouth.

"Hey," he said in a rasping voice. "Hope I didn't scare you."

"Of course not, you guys are fallin' of the roof regularly."

He chuckled, and his face cramped. "Fuck it hurts to laugh."

"Only serious talk for you for the rest of the week." She looked with a slight grin at his black and white painted face. She turned around and asked a nurse for a sponge and a bowl of water, knowing they would have done it the moment she was gone otherwise.

After receiving the things she had asked for she returned to Juice and carefully started to brush the paint off his face. She felt how he stared at her and his wide brown eyes made her a little shy.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" she asked while she carefully wiped the black paint around his eye away.

"Nah. I can handle it."

She chuckled. "Gonna play the big boy now?"

He showed her a weak smile before his eyes drooped. In silence she cleaned his face. When all the paint was gone, she stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. He had been so close to dying... She took a few deep breaths to pull herself together. But he didn't.

Right when she wanted to turn around to let him sleep, his fingers laced with hers and he opened his eyes again. "Am I fucked now Jax saw us?" he asked.

"You're fucked because you fell off a roof."

He showed her a tired smile. Without thinking, she brushed her thumb across his lower lip, wondering how someone who had just been in such an accident could still look so handsome.

"You think he's gonna tell your dad?"

"He knows he's fucked if he does."

"Why?" His voice sounded weak, as if he was drifting away.

"Because Jax and I have a little secret too." She bent over him and kissed the corner of his mouth. "But that's none of your business, sweetheart." She pulled her fingers away from his. "You have to sleep now. I'll be here tomorrow, okay? Sweet dreams. Just picture some of these hot nurses."

He opened his eyes again, although he couldn't hold them open for long. "I'll dream about you. Dressed up like a hot nurse. Although I like this dress too. I think I'd like every dress you would wear. Or no dress at all."

"Such a ladies' man huh. Even in the hospital bed."

"Not a ladies' man. Just... your man."

"Okay," she answered softly, kissing his forehead. "Then be my man in your dreams." She briefly stroked his cheek with her thumb, then she turned around and left the room.

And as she thought back to how his lips on her stomach had felt, she decided that he would not only be hers in his dreams. She could use a good sleep with sweet dreams too.