A metallic taste on my tongue. A woman's shriek rattled through my mind. A child's body. Flashing blues. Fillip. A pool of blood. Fire.

Tommy. Where's Tommy?!

Fillip?!

The woman shriek's again. I feel nauseous. The ground's moving. Why can't I move?! Where am I?!

Riley!

Riley.

Riley…

"Riley." Blinking, my sight slowly returns. It's dark. I'm cold or is that just the cold sweat dripping down my forehead. My shoulder is numb and my neck pops as I straighten up in the uncomfortable chair.

"Mom?" I croaked. My throat feels dry, how long was I asleep? When did I fall asleep?

"Here baby." Blinking and regaining my sight, mom was holding a cup of water as she knelt in front of me. The room was still quiet. I turn to see Tommy lay in the hospital bed, right where I left him. Still unconscious with a blue brace on his right arm. Broken arm, but he was still alive. He was saved.

"Where's Filip?" I ask as I stand up. My knees were wobbly but I wouldn't let myself fall. Although my ribs had something to say about that as I hunched over and groaned.

"Doc says you gotta take these painkillers, should numb the ribs." I took the pills reluctantly from her hand and washed them down with the cup of water. Groaning at the horrid paste taste as they touched my tongue.

"Where is he?" I ask again as I stand up. I try to ignore the pain in my ribs, but grip onto Tommy's hospital bed for support.

"He just got out of theatre. He'll be okay." Mom assures me. But that's not enough to dull the ache in my chest. I need to see him. I need him here. I can't lose him. I can't go through it all again. I can't have him gone. He can't… I can't…

"Baby, breathe."

I gulp in shaky breaths. I can hear my blood pounding in my ears. My hands are shaking. My legs feel numb. Something grabs my arm when my knees bend.

I'm crying. I'm on the floor, mom holding onto me and I'm crying. I can't breathe. It hurts.

The hole in my chest is spreading. Its consuming me. I'm falling into the void and I can't breathe. I'm going to lose him. I'm going to lose my boy. I can't. I won't.

"She isn't okay."

"Of course she isn't, her kid just got blown up."

"She keeps asking for him. She broke down, had a panic attack. Doctors had to help me get her off the floor."

"I'll see what Tara can do. Might make things easier for her."

"Jax. Listen to Clay on this one."

I groan as I feel someone tapping my face. I stretch my arms out besides me and hear the popping from my joints as I regain consciousness. I'm lay down. When did I get into a bed? I rub my eyes before opening them and being met with the sight of Tommy. He was poking me in the cheek.

"Mommy!" He smiles as I start to sit up. I carefully pull him into my arms, making sure he was comfortable before I hugged him.

"I'm so happy you're okay, baby." I mutter into his hair, pressing a kiss to his head before resting my chin on that spot.

"What happened?" Tommy asks as I let him pull away from me.

There was fire. Blood. They're unconscious, barely breathing. Someone's screaming. There's static.

"Do you remember the van?"

"Yeah. Chibby picked me up and ran. We heard a beeping." Tommy's face scrunches up as he looks at the blue cast on his arm. "Is the doctor going to chop my arm off?"

He had screamed for me. Tried to warn me. But it was too late. No one could stop it.

I can't help but laugh at his question. At the pure innocence that came from him and how he didn't seem as scared as I originally thought.

"No baby, you just got to keep that on for a while so your bones can grow strong again." I reply as I rub his shoulder. I can't help but find myself trying to keep in physical contact with Tommy. My anchor in all the tough times that came my way. Having seen him so still in the hospital bed had shifted something in me. I couldn't bare the thought of losing my only means of existing and seeing it almost become a reality had really terrified me.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Tommy climbs into my lap. My cheeks were wet and my heart is heavy and my throat burned. I'm crying again. But these weren't tears of sorrow, but rather joy.

"I'm just really happy you're okay." I reply as I wipe away the tears. We both turn our heads to the door as Tara pops her head around it, smiling when she sees us.

"I see you're up and about." She addresses Tommy, moving into the room and closing the door behind herself.

"Do I have to keep this on?" Tommy pouted to Tara, lifting his arm up to show her his blue cast. "It's itchy."

"Just for a while." Tara assures him, sitting at the end of the bed. "Got to make sure your arm is fixed."

"Mommy said that too." Tommy smiles and hugs himself into my side. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and kiss the top of his head again.

"Well mommy is a very smart lady." Tara glances at me and I smile in response. "Why don't we go some cookies? I'm sure you're hungry."

"Yeah!" Just like that, Tommy left his bed and stood besides Tara. Said woman turned to me and handed me a piece of folded paper.

"What's this?" I frown.

"Room number."