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Chapter 37
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It was another couple of days before Tara could release Savannah. She was rolling around the hospital in a wheel chair while she was waiting for her mom to come and get her. She thought about going to see Chibs, at least going to see how he was holding up, but she saw that someone was already in there with him. She was just rolling down a random hallway when she heard her name be called. She paused and looked behind her, only to find that no one was paying any attention to her. At least in the hallway. She turned around and rolled back down the way she had come. "Savannah!" the person called out again as she rolled by one of the rooms.
She rolled back again confused until she stopped at the room the voice had come from. She felt her heart drop at the sight of Juice in the bed. She hadn't meant to find his room, she hadn't even been looking for it. If anything, she was trying to avoid finding him. It wasn't like she could just leave now though. It would make him come after her and confront her on why she left, and she couldn't answer those questions. "Um, hi." she said awkwardly as she pushed the wheel chair into the room. "Nice, um, h-hair." she told him as she took noticed of his hair. It was no longer a mohawk since it had grown out into a buzz cut. She didn't really know what else to say to him, especially when she couldn't find it in herself to say the one thing he deserved to hear from her.
He winced as he sat up in his bed. His stab wounds were healed for the most part, but he was still really sore. He was just itching to get out of here. Not just because he wanted to be able to go check on Savannah and Chibs, but because he was just dying to get out of this place and get back to helping the guys. "Thanks." he told her, pausing for a moment since he didn't know what to say to her. "Hey, I was wondering when you would stop by. This place is starting to drive me insane." he told her, giving her a weak smile. He didn't want it to be awkward between them still. He was hoping that after saving her life would get them past that point now.
Savannah couldn't help but give him a weak attempt at a giggle. Even if this was the last room she wanted to be in, and she wanted to be as far away from Juice as she possibly could be, he could still make her laugh. "I-I'm sure you'll figure something out. I was just, um, waiting for my mom to show up and spring me. This gown really isn't my thing." she told him shyly as she looked around the room nervously. She was trying to act normal, but how could she when she was keeping such a big secret from him? She wanted to tell him, every fiber in her being was screaming at her to tell him, but her mouth just wasn't working right. She couldn't actually get the words out to tell him.
He chuckled, looking her over without thinking. He couldn't help it, she might think she looks bad but she'll always look amazing to him. No matter what she's wearing. He strained to sit up more in his bed, wincing slightly when he felt a soreness where he had been stabbed. "Well, you might be the only one to pull it off, Sav." he laughed to her, hoping to make her smile again. He succeeded. "So, uh, you wanna hang around until Gemma gets here? I've got a pretty good movie going." he asked her. He was really hoping that she would say yes. He didn't want her to leave so soon. He had been dying to see her all week, he didn't want the one visit he gets to be this short.
She bit her lip, debating it over in her head. As much as she wanted to stay and just hang around with him, she would be lying to him every second she didn't say the two word 'I'm pregnant' to him. She looked back at the hallway, knowing that she should just wheel back out and go back to her room and wait for her mom to show up. Yet she was wheeling herself forward toward his bed instead. "You've got my attention. What movie are we watching?" she asked him as she pulled up beside his bed. He looked completely caught off guard as he stared down at her in shock. "Well, move over so I can get in with you." she giggled to him, trying to keep this from getting so awkward that she couldn't stay anymore. Even she had her limits on what she could handle.
He seemed to snap out of it then as he nodded his head and moved over to make some room for her in the bed. She used the bed to hold onto as she got up out of the chair. It hurt a little, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She climbed into the bed, slipping into the spot beside him. They shared a quick look before looking away. She looked up at the tv and couldn't help but laugh seeing what was on. "You're watching Toy Story?" she giggled as she relaxed beside him. It was like just seeing him watching a cartoon reminded her of who he was before all of this mess. He was the fun loving guy who acted like a kid still and loved to make her laugh.
He glanced down at her, smiling at the sight of her watching the movie. He couldn't believe that she was actually here, enjoying herself even though he was sitting beside her. He glanced at the tv before looking back at her. "Nothing else was really on." he told her, not bothering to mention that he had been waiting all morning for this to be on. He figured she didn't need to know that much of how bored he was. "Do you remember the first time we watched this together? I think I still have chocolate syrup in my ears." he chuckled as he glanced down at her again. He was waiting practically on baited breath to see if she would laugh or not.
His waiting was rewarded with the sound of her laughter filling the room. It sounded like music to his ears after not hearing it for so long. He took the risk and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He was expecting her to tense up and stop laughing, but she didn't even seem to notice as she kept laughing. If she had done anything, it was hide her face in his chest as she kept laughing. "I can't believe you remember that. You know, that stupid stain is still in Jax's rug." she told him as she calmed down. She shifted around so she was more comfortable under his arm. She knew that she should have run for the hills when he had done it, but she couldn't find it in herself to run and hide from him anymore.
He chuckled as he looked down at her. He had never seen something to right before, her being in his arms. If he knew anything, it was that she was suppose to be here with him like this. This was what he wanted, and he knew that now he would just have to convince her to believe that too. "That was your fault, Sav. You were the one who attacked me with the whip cream in the first place." he laughed to her as he let his eyes flicker between her and the movie again. The two went onto arguing about whose fault it really was. They were laughing the entire time before the movie had really sucked them both in. Juice looked down at the girl in his arms with a love sick smile. He was really hoping that this was a step in the right direction and a sign that she was going to come back to him.
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Tara was looking around for Savannah. Gemma had come to pick her up, but she was no where to be found. They had checked Chibs and her room, but found nothing. Tara had a hunch on where she could be, but she couldn't be sure until they found her. She stopped at the right room and breathed out in relief when she saw Savannah inside. "Gemma, I found her. She's in here." she said back to the older woman. Soon she joined her side and the two opened the door as quietly as they could. They didn't want to disturb the two inside of the room and spook them.
In the bed, Juice and Savannah both laid asleep. They had both fallen asleep sometime during their movie. She looked like she was actually peaceful where she was, which was a nice change from her previous nights of tossing and turning. Juice had a protective arm around her, not looking like even in his sleep was he going to let her leave again. Her head was rested on his shoulder, her arm laid limply across his middle. "As if this day wasn't bad enough. Here, help me wake her up." Gemma whispered before moving over to her daughter's side of the bed. Tara hesitated, knowing that the older woman didn't even know the worst of it.
She didn't know that Savannah was pregnant with Juice's kid yet, but she was hoping that Savannah at least told Gemma and Jax. If anyone, just Gemma. The woman needed some good news after all the hell she's been through this past month. She crossed the room and kneeled down in front of Savannah. She shook her shoulder gently to wake her up. "Sav, Savannah, it's time to wake up." she whispered to her, just wanting to wake her up. If she thought that getting Savannah to sleep while she was staying here was tough, getting Juice to stay asleep was even harder. He kept waking up from nightmares, none of which he was willing to share with anymore else.
Savannah awoke with a start, breathing shallow as she looked around. Tara immediately put her hand on her arm to get her attention. Once she had it, she motioned for her to be quiet and looked over at Juice. Savannah looked up to see Juice sleeping peacefully beside her, not affected at all by her movement. She nodded and carefully laid up, his hold on her slipping off of her waist. With the help from Tara and Gemma, she was able to get up from the bed and back into her wheel chair. "Lets get you back to your room so you can change before we go. The guys are all waiting to see you back at the club." Gemma told her as she started pushing Savannah out of the room. Tara followed behind them after checking on Juice's vitals really quick, just to make sure he was doing better. Savannah looked back at him, knowing that she had missed her chance to tell him the truth. It was too late now to say anything though, she'd just have to tell him another time.
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Gemma pulled into the parking lot to the clubhouse, driving inside with her new rental car that Jax had gotten her until her car was fixed. Most of the boys were already outside talking something over when they spotted the car coming in. Tig, Jax, Opie, and Bobby weren't among them. Happy and Half Sack moved toward the car as the passenger door opened and Savannah's head popped out as she attempted at getting out on her on. Half Sack was quick to help her get out of the car, letting her lean on him for support. "Thanks, Kipp." she said to him softly as she took him up on his offer of help. If anything, she was going to need Half Sack a lot in the up coming months.
They were half way across the lot when she noticed the limp in his walk. Maybe it wasn't just her that needed the help. They stopped at the picnic benches and they both settled down on top of one of them. "So spill. I've only been gone for a little over a week, what's up with the limp? Last I heard, you weren't one of the ones who were arrested." she asked him as she watched Gemma go to her office while Happy grabbed Savannah's bags out of her truck and put them into Savannah's car so she had them when she headed home for the night. Which, she knew that she wouldn't be doing alone. Jax had already warned her during his last visit to see her that someone was going to be guarding her until this Zobelle thing was over.
Half Sack shifted around awkwardly, making clear that he was uncomfortable and in pain just sitting there. His cheeks were reddened, showing signs that he was now blushing. He was embarrassed of what was going on with him. He had no problem telling the guys, sure they teased him about it but that was guys for you. This was Savannah. He didn't want to look like an idiot in front of her. "Well, uh, yo-you see, I, um, I got a new, um . . . uh, a new ball." he managed to get out in a stutter jumble of words. He was half hoping she hadn't understood and just dropped it, but he was never that lucky when it came to Savannah.
She seemed to choke on air when she realized what he had actually said. She tried to catch her breath before she even attempted at trying to speak again. She wasn't even sure what she could say to that. "I, um . . . are you serious?" she asked him. He gave her a weak nod in return. She cleared her throat, trying not to laugh. "Wow, um . . . I don't really know what to . . . so it's like a, um, a glass ball?" she asked him, not knowing what else she could ask. She wasn't sure if she could really ask him about it. As much as she hung around with the guy and got along with them, she wasn't a guy. She couldn't just talk to a guy about his junk and have it not be awkward.
Of course, she didn't know how this conversation was ever not going to be awkward. The fact that they were talking about his junk at all made it extremely awkward. It wasn't any easier for him to explain it to her either though. "I, um, uh, got, um, a, um, a neuticle." he stuttered out to her. "It's an implant. Gives me a sense of symmetry. Balance." he told her, trying to come off as serious as he could. He didn't want her to laugh at him like the guys had. Even if he was regretting getting it now. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but the pain was just too much for him now.
"So a glass, um, a glass ball?" she asked him, trying to hold back her laughter.
Not that he didn't notice that. He knew that she had wanted to laugh, and he didn't blame her, but like always, she was too nice to laugh at him. It was times like this that he remembered why he had liked her in the first place. Even if they were crossing a line, she wouldn't say anything or laugh at him about it. "No, no, it's not glass. It's like a . . . like it feels real, like a . . . soft, you know, squishy. Like it's . . . no, like a real ball." he tried his best to explain it to her better. He wasn't sure if he had helped or made the situation worse. He was hoping that he wasn't scaring her away, that was something he definitely didn't want to do.
She was trying so hard not to judge him or laugh at him about this, but he wasn't making it any easier for her. This whole conversation wasn't one she had ever imagined having with anyone, especially one of her best friends. "So, um, what's the, you know, problem?" she asked him, hoping that they could get to their original problem and point of this conversation in the first place. Now that she knew the back story behind it though, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know the problem now.
He cleared his throat nervously, not actually knowing how to explain to her what was wrong with the implant. It wasn't just because she was a girl. This was Savannah, she was perfect in his eyes. She could smile the right way, and she was probably the nicest girl he had ever met in his entire life. She was also the most beautiful woman he had ever met either. How could he talk to her about his . . . junk problem? It wasn't like they were just talking about the weather or something just as normal. "Well, um, you see, it's kind of . . . enlarged since the, um, surgery. I don't think it's suppose to do, you know, do that." he finally admitted to her, even though it was painfully awkward to do. He might have thought it was awkward before to tell someone that, but it was beyond awkward and embarrassing now.
She coughed, trying to hide her discomfort with the situation. She had no idea what she was suppose to say, or even what she could tell him. It wasn't like she was doctor, she had no idea what was normal and what wasn't, especially when it came to problems with . . . that. "Have you, um, gone to see a doctor about it?" she asked him, not knowing what else to tell him. It wasn't like she actually could help him with this. She wouldn't even know what to ask him about it, not that she wanted to. If anything, she wanted to be as far away from this problem as she could be.
He could see how uncomfortable he was making her now, and he really wished that his mouth would stop talking now. It seemed to have a mind of it's own though, and he couldn't seem to get it to just stop. "Nah, with everything going on around here, I haven't been able to get over there. I was thinking of just havin' the doc look at it next time she's free." he told her with a shrug of his shoulder. She sighed and looked over at him, giving him a look. He rolled his eyes when he saw the look that she was giving him though. "Don't look at me like that. I know that I should go, but shit's hitting the fan here. I can't miss anymore of it. I'm so close to being patched in, Sav." he told her, hoping that she could understand. He was sure that she could understand how important this was for him. She had been here long enough to see other prospects get patched in, Juice being one of them.
She gave him a weak smile, knowing how excited he was about getting the patch. His year was almost up, and she knew for a fact that the guys would vote him in. After all he's done for them these past few months, for her, they'd be crazy not to patch him in. She still remembered how excited Juice had been when they had patched him in. When he had come back out of the church room, he had literally picked her up and spun her around, not caring that the other guys were watching them or not. "Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Just . . . just be careful and don't let it go untreated for too long. It doesn't sound good." she told him, just wanting him to take care of himself too. Helping the club was good and awesome for him, but she didn't see how turning your head at your health was helping anyone.
She looked around, no one was around anymore. Everyone had gone inside somewhere, going back to what they were suppose to be doing. She suppose that she should be heading home soon. "Hey, I'm ready to get out of here. Jax wants someone with me while this thing is going on, you up to spending the night on my couch?" she asked him with a weak smile. She really hoped that he would stay, she'd rather not have Tig or one of the other guys snooping around her house while she was upstairs sleeping. The less they knew about her private life, the better. She might have to see and work with them every day of her life, but even she had her limits when it came to them. And letting them snoop around her dress draws was one of them.
Half Sack looked at over at her in surprise, never once expecting for her to ever invite him to stay at her place. Well, he had in his dreams before, but normally in his dreams he was staying for another reason and not just to protect her. Not that he was going to ever tell her that part, this conversation between them was already too awkward for his liking. "Um, ye-yeah. Sure." he managed to get out as he got down from the table. He held out his hand to help her down, in which she nicely took it and let him help her down. Using each other to lean on, they made their way over to her car. She smiled when he opened her car door for her, holding it open for her until she was inside and it was safe to close it. He hurried as fast as he could around the car and slid into the driver's side of her car. Soon they were pulling out and on their way back to her house, not fully prepared for the next morning.