Chapter 36

During the carry down the corridor with doors leading off to dorm rooms, Lana huddled into Koz' chest and sniffed in her tears. She'd never felt so alone and completely lost. The events that she had just witnessed, Happy defending her, seeing Happy, look at her the way he did. She was starting to cry again.

"Ssh it's ok Lana, we've got you now. Come on… here you go, lay down here." Koz had booted a door open and laid her over an unmade bed.

Koz looked down at her, her long legs curled into her chest as high as physically possible and her hair covered her face. Leaning down he swept the fringe back and saw the ghastly cut lip.

"Jesus, what did that fucker do to you?" Sensing immediately that she wasn't about to answer that question, he quickly continued. "…you should have called me. Any of us…even Hap."

"Hap wouldn't have cared Koz. I left him remember. No Old Lady leaves her man. I'm lucky he left me alive."

"Lana, Hap wouldn't hurt you, you know that."

"Well he did a damn good job in the motel Koz." Lana got agitated, remembering Hap's angry outburst back when she left him.

"He didn't? Did he? … shit…sorry Lana." Koz shook his head in disbelief. Then he grimaced, feeling stupid that he thought any Club member would have reacted differently. They belonged to an outlaw motorcycle club. Putting their women in line was part of that deal and he realised Hap would have been no different.

"It's ok, we made up afterwards." Lana managed a weak smile at remembering the last time Hap touched her.

Koz smiled down at her, happy that she was smiling even if it was only for a second.

"Figures" He croaked a chuckle, not even waiting to imagine what they got up to when they made up. He stood straight and stretched his back. Taking one last look at Lana, he turned and walked for the door.

"NO… don't leave me."

Koz darted back to her as he watched her attempting to get out of the bed, trying to lift herself over the crumbled covers.

"OK… ok, I'll stay, I'll stay… Jesus, just lay down will ya'."

Lana held onto Koz' wrist as it planted itself firmly on the side of her hip. She didn't want to be left alone, not now and not ever. She didn't know what had happened to Brad, she'd seen what Happy had done but she wasn't able to fathom that he'd did that because he cared, now was worried that Hap was going to come looking for her. She was so scared, scared that Happy would look at her with his judgemental eyes. Stare her down so she really felt like the silly child she was. He had a way of making her feel like shit, he was the only man that could tear away her layers and get right to the root of all her evil and unravel everything she worked hard at hiding. She didn't want him to know what Brad had done to her, couldn't bear the thought of Hap looking at her, looking at her like a used whore.

"Hold me?"

Koz almost choked, he had his hand on her side, trying to rub her pain away but the way she gripped hold of his wrist, he stilled himself and waited for her to say something, but he wasn't expected that.

"What?" he asked her to repeat.

"Lay beside me…just…I wanna be held. It's been so long."

He was a little torn with what to do. In the end he blasted his thoughts away and climbed over her. Settling himself behind her back, he kept his crotch well away and just laid his hand back on her side. At first he resisted when she took his hand and pulled it around her stomach, but when he saw her eyes flutter shut he couldn't pull away. She looked peaceful and it scared him, it looked like she wanted to die, like she was ready to go.

"Lana… maybe you shouldn't sleep. Wait until the Doc comes."

"Mm Hmm" Lana agreed with a sigh but couldn't stop her eyes drifting under.

Koz smiled; a soft loveable smile and leaned over her shoulder and placed a delicate kiss just near her ear. It was the only place he thought that wouldn't hurt, everywhere else she was either covered in a bruise or a nasty scratch was visible.

"The fuck?" Happy creased his brow and looked at the cosy couple on his bed. "…ASSHOLE" He wrenched forward and grabbed Koz by the shoulders of his Cut.

Lana was wide eyed and yelled for Koz to stay with her, not realising at first that Happy had torn him away from her. She was so doped up with wanting to sleep that she was dazed and confused with what was going on.

"SHUT IT" Happy snapped his head back and scrawled at her.

"Hap, it's not what you think. She just asked me to…" Koz' words were cut short when he received a punch to the jaw.

"HAP…STOP IT" Lana screeched and scrambled off the bed, a new found adrenaline pumping through her veins. She tugged at his arm and all of a sudden she was thrown back and her ass hit the floor with a thud. She cried out, feeling all the more pathetic than when she started out.

"GET THE FUCK OUT… NOW" Happy bellowed at Koz, his voice deep and was forever meaningful. He knew his Brother wasn't creeping on his girl, but he still didn't have to like the look of him anywhere near here. Watching as the door slammed shut, he looked to his feet. His chest heaving with anger, some kind of emotion that he couldn't even name and he turns to face Lana. Finally they are alone.

Lana was unable to find the strength to lift her eyes from the floor. Crumpled in a heap by the bedside cabinet, her heels angled as she tries to get up, they scrape awkwardly on the wood flooring. She knows Happy is feet away and she's just waiting for whatever he has in store. She's surprised when she feels his hands touch her elbows.

"C'mon…get up" Happy mumbles, authoritive like he's almost bored.

Carefully he bends his knees and stoops down to her level, gripping her elbow he brings her to her feet and she wobbles. Letting his touch fall from her, his ears prick up when the sound of the softest murmur comes from Lana's lips, he immediately puts his hand back to her elbow in fear that she might fall over. Without even realising he finds himself standing inches away from her, looking at the top of her head as she desperately struggles to not touch him.

"You a'ight?" he asks, his voice gruff.

He watches as she shakes her head honestly, slowly to the left and then to the right. Bringing his forefinger to her chin he lifts her face upwards so he can look into her eyes. In doing so she closes them, feather light and purposeful. Happy hitches a breath. He can't believe her pretty face is looking the way it does. The dark purple bruise that highlights her cheek, a slice is visible across her chin and blotches of tissue blood surfaces around her temple.

"Look at me Lana." He whispers but just watches her face turn away from him. He sighs, and worries that he could be losing her, despite the fact that he'd just got her back.

Without a shadow of a doubt, Lana feels her tears bubbling to the surface. She turns her face away and she feels his hooked finger drop from her chin. She hears his voice, it's soft and approachable but she still can't look at him. It's indescribable the way she feels, the way she yearns for him to just hug her.

"Did he hurt you?" Happy's voice is laced with ulterior motive; he's certain she'll understand what he's referring to.

Lana opens her eyes and looks panicked at the floor. Closing her eyes tight shut again, she shakes her head, and it's a lie.

Happy huffs out a held breath, and hisses a full chest of air back into his lungs. He's thankful to whatever Gods grace the earth that she wasn't taken against her will. Looking at her now, it's hard to believe that he wanted nothing more than for her to be in front of him again. But seeing her right now, he wished it was under better circumstances.

"You wanna take a shower?"

Lana actually nods this time and is thankful that he had the better ideas. She feels his hand tinker with her fingers and he carefully pulls her along and toward a door that leads to the bathroom. She wants to pull him back and tell him how much of a big mistake it was leaving him but when she looks to the floor she sees a girl's panties. She suppresses a cry and remembers that it's been almost a year and it's possible that he has another Lana now, he won't want her.

Happy follows her gaze to the floor and sees what she's looking at. Stamping his big boot over the panties, he hopes that it squashes any thoughts flashing in her head that they belong to anyone remotely worthy of his respect. He mentally reprimanded himself for allowing such shit to be on his bedroom floor. Ignoring her upset face he gets on with the task of turning the shower nozzle. Water trickles down and into the tub and he turns to her. An awkward silence ensues.

Looking up at him, for the first time their eyes meet and she blinks trying to control her emotion. Seeing his lips pressed tightly together she realises he's in a spot of bother but doesn't have enough energy to help him through his struggle. Instead she watches as he brings his hands up toward her neck. Momentarily she shakes in her chest as she's unsure of what he's about to do but when he moves quicker, she shoots a look into his eyes and then feels his fingers tug at the zip of her hoodie. She braces herself for what she knows will come.

The sound of the zip is the only thing that is heard as the water is drowned out by his racing heart. He hasn't seen her body in a long time and the closer the zips get to revealing her breasts he tries to hide his smirk. He doesn't want her to think he's being insensitive, but first and foremost, he's a red blooded guy, he gets his kicks from a lot of things and pussy is at the top of the list. Unfortunately his thoughts are cut short, the slow movement of the zip as he pulls it down he sees that she's wearing a skin tight tank top. Pulling down the zip faster now, it unhooks at the end and he pushes it off her shoulders. The thought of her soft skin, he looks over her arms but he frowns when he sees her arms with finger print bruises.

"That prick is gonna die." He assures himself and forgets she's in earshot as well.

"I-I t-thought he was." Lana stutters, realisation that he really is still out there.

"You saw it… the Club put a stop to it." He watches as she bites her lips together, trying not to whimper. Ignoring her watering eyes, he looks one more time at her arms and his eyes are pinned to an area around her ribs, it looks dirty through the thin tank top. Carefully looping his fingers around her wrists he begins to raise her arms in order to pull her top off but she winces in pain and he immediately stops.

"What's wrong?" He asks, actually debating whether the reason could be she's embarrassed about him seeing her naked.

"I-I-It hurts a little." Lana whispers, hating letting him see her so weak.

Reaching his hand to his waist, he runs his fingers over the clip that holds his blade in place. Watching as her eyes bulge, he uses his other hand to grip at the front of her tank top, his fingers innocently grazing her cleavage from the inside. Roughly yanking at the handle, they hear the sound of the Apache blade sleeking from its cover, and it stings through the room. Letting the tip of the blade dig into the material he has spread in his other fingers, he rips it down and then quickly removes the blade before it penetrates her skin. His eyes are aflame as he sees her chest heaving. Stealing the blade back into its sheath, he looms over her chest and pulls with both hands. Her body jolts forward and to steady her balance she places her hands on his bulging biceps as he tears open the material.

Lana is left panting, the mere force of his strength heightens her senses and immediately her nipples are erect.

"Hap" She moans his name as she looks into his chest, toying with the idea of tiptoeing up to his face. He's so close to her, his huffed breath breezing passed her hair as he leans into her neck.

Happy can feel it, the heat searing between the both of them, but to take her now whilst they stood, it would be morally wrong. She's as bruised as a fallen apple and for the first time in all his fantasies with her, he's scared he'll break her. His fears are echoed when he lets go of the material and places his hands on the side of her ribs. She hisses in pain and he jolts back, not only finally being able to see her pert breasts, her nipples fully erect but he also sees as he moves his hand a darker than dark patch of skin circled around a lower rib. He furrows his brow and carefully goes to touch the bruise again but she steps back and winces with even the thought of the pained area being touched.

"I'm just gonna take a look." He assures her.

Lana had seen this coming. She knew that the moment he undressed her, his eyes wouldn't be able to leave her battered skin. She felt like she was on display, like a statue being inspected for chips and fractures. She had a fracture alright, but she just wanted to ignore it, wanted to just have him look at her the way he used to but now that he'd seen her possible broken rib the look on his face was everything but sensual.

"I just wanna take a shower." She confirmed.

"That rib looks broken… it's gotta hurt. Let me take a look." Happy tries to step closer to her but she steps back. "…I wanna help you Lana…" but she takes another small step back. "…Lana…fine." He was going to warn her, threaten her not to test him, but second guessed his decision when he realised it really wasn't the time for games. Watching her fingers pull at her jeans button, he reached his fingers in the same direction and took over her shaky attempt.

Letting him carefully pull down her jeans, over her bum and then over her hips, she held onto his shoulders as he bent to the floor to let her feet step out. Keeping to her waist level, he looked up into her eyes and she nodded with an embarrassed frown. Immediately she felt his fingers hook in the waistband of her panties and he tugged at them. The material gathering in a roll and then it popped over her hips and she looked at him staring at her pussy. With shyness her cheeks reddened as she saw him look away and back to her feet so she could step out of her underwear. He didn't look interested one bit and it made her sad.

Happy wanted nothing more than to bury his face deep into her folds but he physically hated himself for thinking like that. Here she was, completely unhinged and relying on him to be the bigger man and all he could think about was claiming her once more. Looking away from her still neatly kept pussy he hoped that his actions wouldn't be construed as disgusted. He was far from disgusted at her; he was disgusted with himself for thinking of such pleasurable things in a time like this. Fucking her with a broken rib was just simply out of the question. Standing to his feet he saw her embarrassment and wondered why on earth she would be shy about him seeing her naked.

"I've seen it all before Lana." He smirked, lowered his head and tried to get her to look at him. "…everythin' is still how I left it."

If only he knew the truth! Lana half smiled back, trying to shield the lie that she had made him believe. He was still under the impression that her pink, fluffy flesh was undamaged. She was convinced he'd hate her guts if she told him outright Brad was raping her. That was one thing she was unfathomable on. She knew he'd want nothing to do with her.

"Help me get in." She asked, trying to move on from the subject.

Happy clocked that, knew she was trying to avoid any further conversation about her private parts and wistfully put it down to simple wrong timing. He snaked an arm around her waist and the touch of her skin was still silky soft and he closed his eyes in remembrance. Watching as her leg hooked into the bathtub, she brought up her other leg and she lost her balance on the leg already in the tub. Clutching her tight, he stepped one boot over the bathtub to help steady her weak legs. Once he was sure she was ok, and standing on her own two feet, he turned his head to the floor to watch himself bring his leg back over, but she snagged him. He snapped his head up when she wouldn't let go of her grasp on his forearm and his instant reaction was to step closer to her. So he did, he pushed his boot back into the tub and then followed with the other one. All of a sudden the space allowed for a shower occupant was reduced as his tall, muscle bound frame engulfed her available space. Whatever she wants, I'll give it to her Happy immediately surmised in his mind as he now looked down at her naked body. The water trickled onto her back and he stood in the tub, fully clothed, boots and all, as she wouldn't let his arm go. He felt all the warm and fuzzy feelings rush back into his body. The way she so openly showed she needed him; it always tugged at his manly heart strings. His hand rested on her waist, hooked onto her hip and she wouldn't let her fingers go from the hold she had on his forearm. She smoothed her hand up his arm and under his sort t-shirt sleeve.

"Lana" He uttered a warning, not understanding where she was going with this purposeful touch.

"I want to cry, but I don't want to be alone." Lana whispered, let her hold go of him and turned her back to him so she faced the spray of the water.

He felt huge standing in the bathtub, fully suited and booted, he didn't much care for the water splashing around his legs from the falling drops but looked at the water splashing onto her toes. Following his desires he dazed up her legs and stopped at her butt. Reaching a hand he gripped a firm hold of the fleshy skin and dropped it, watching it jiggle. Hearing a strained moan escape her lips as she cupped her hands under the showering water, he stepped behind her and let the water fall down his t-shirt and Cut. He didn't give a flying fuck about his clothes; he just followed his hand around to the front of her stomach and pushed her into his crotch. He wasn't hard, not by a long shot but he was firm, always was when he was around her. Snuggling his head into her neck, he could feel the water hitting the side of his head and he desperately wanted to grab her in a fierce hold but was conscious of her rib. So, bringing his arm over her shoulder and down across her breasts seemed the most logical move. His eyes looked over her shoulder and he followed the direction of his hand as he briefly cupped her breast and then let go, only to hoist his hand underneath and squash the top half of her body into his hard chest. Rubbing his face into her neck, trying to get passed her hair he finally came into contact with her skin and he pressed his lips to her jugular.

"Is this ok?" He asked, wanting to know if this is what she wanted. If this was the kind of hold she needed from him so she could let herself go. It was tight, like he was never going to let her go.

"Uh…Mmm" Lana could feel his strong muscles enveloping her into his embrace and her legs almost buckled at the weakness she felt for him. She suddenly realised that although she had wanted to cry, have him hold her whilst she did, now that he was wrapped around her she felt strong. She felt all powerful again, and she realised how easy it would have been to just slot back into his life like the past year never happened. With her knew found confidence and the pounding heart within her chest, she brought her arm up and placed a hand at the back of his neck. She leaned to the side to give him more access to her neck and shoulders. The moment she felt his tongue press out passed his lips and onto her skin, her body came alive. Awkwardly she turned into his direction and tried to nudge him out of her neck. Slowly turning he loosened his hold and she wrapped an arm around his neck, not even having the chance to look into his eyes, she felt his lips sought out hers.

Happy couldn't hold back from this, it was the one thing he figured he'd at least be able to do to her. Feeling her body turn into his, he felt the water rain down between their faces and it cascaded down the front of his shirt. His boots were soaked and his Cut wasn't far from needing a rinse out but he really didn't fucking care. Diving forward and into the spray he caught her lips in his and he stilled himself waiting for her to react. When she did, he felt her tongue edge out and it was like a ticket to the fairground. Taking a closer step so his leg was wedged between her, he practically gave her no choice but to breathe through her nose. His tongue barged passed hers and he took full control of the situation. Both their lips were slippery as the shower of water drenched their faces. He didn't give a shit, he was just elated to feel her in his arms again, and the feel of her lips on his was just above and beyond what he remembered. Getting ahead of himself he nudged his knee into her pussy and he felt her stiffen. He tried to ignore it but when he moved his hand to her side she winced and broke the kiss, pushing at his chest. He'd forgotten about her rib.

"Hap…it's too fast."

He felt a little stupid because he knew he'd over stepped the mark but tried to make light fun of it.

"You're right…I was always better at startin' off slow with you…sorry" He smiled but mumbled in shame at apologising to her. It was something he very rarely did but this was a time that he thought warranted it.

Lana wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with her but on a physical stand point; she was seriously out of her depth. She needed to rest up. She needed time to heal, in more ways than one. She smiled at him and watched as he stepped out of the tub, his boots squishing into the bathroom mat. She giggled, and it was the first time she'd giggled in a long, long time.

Snapping his head from his boots to her chuckling figure under the shower spray, he smiled at her.

"You think that's funny?" He still smiled.

"Oh absolutely…tough guy." She stopped her laughing and turned to a serious face when she realised she'd slipped into her old ways, and so easily it was. She wondered how he would react.

Happy's face was a picture. He was confused and happy at the same time. He missed her smile, he missed her giggle and he missed everything else about her but when she called him 'tough guy', the words she used all the time to bait him into retaliating with a sexual nature. He wasn't sure what to do because sex with her was certainly a no-go right now. Instead he stood up straight, watched as her face showed awkwardness, waiting for his reaction…and he winked. It wasn't a sexual thing and it wasn't anything physical of which it would have been if you went back one year but it certainly was a promise of things to come.

Lana smiled, at first she was frightened but then seeing him wink at her it just made the dormant butterflies come to life in her stomach and it was like the first time she'd laid eyes on him. It was like love at first sight all over again.

"I'll get the Doc in." Happy murmured as he closed the bathroom door.

Her smile faded immediately, now she had to contend with the Doctor. How would she go about keeping her examination results under the radar? She didn't want Happy finding out about her violated pussy. He would never want her again.

~AN~

OK so I hope you liked this. I know it was nothing spectacular but I figured this was as smutty as it could go with her current condition.

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