Jax had never wished for a cage more in his life.
In just the short time he had been upstairs people inside the
ER had begun to trickle outside, into the parking lot, not all
of them fully coherent or even cognitive.
Most of them not, actually.
They made it to the bike, Tara clinging to his hand for fear
of being seperated, jacket on over her scrubs and purse slung
over her shoulder like a satchel.
Thanks to the leather she was at least a little protected,
although she no doubt looked ridiculous.
More out of habit than anything, Jax stopped at his bike to pull out
the extra helmet-her helmet-and in the time it took him to perform this
simple task, one was upon them, grabbing at the back of his cut.
"Jax, look out!"
Tara yelled, hating how shrill she sounded to her own ears,
like a bimbo in a horror movie, but unable to control that or
anything else. She felt frozen.
It had been a miracle she had been able to even speak.
Thankfully, Jax's reflexes were better than hers at the moment.
Lightning quick, he turned, using the helmet to bash in the front
of the woman's face, the bones rearranging with a sickening
and recognizable crunch before mindlessly thrusting it at Tara,
still gore specked.
Then he removed his own and placed it roughly on her head.
Tara dropped the helmet unceremoniously-she didn't know what else to do with it.
One of them riding without was less than ideal, but then again,
so was risking infection.
God knew what would happen if that blood got in their eyes let
alone their mouth.
Best case scenario, you'd have to worry about Hep C or HIV.
Now though, there seemed to be something even more dangerous
lurking around the corner.
"Hang on!" Jax yelled over the roar of his bike, and they took off like
a shot, directly towards Teller-Morrow Automotive which would
hopefully prove to be the safe haven they needed.
