Hanna's bad mood still hadn't subsided by the time she arrived at Stockton Memorial. If anything, twenty minutes in the car had only made it worse. She all but demanded the nurse on duty take her to see Juice.

It was obvious which room was his; there were two police officers stationed outside. Hanna rolled her eyes and pushed the door open. She breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes fell on Juice. But quickly narrowed when she saw the handcuff. She whirled on the nurse. "Two cops and handcuffs? Seems like overkill, don't you think? He was stabbed. Twice. He's not going anywhere."

"It's policy ma'am," the nurse mumbled. He was a scrawny little thing, and stepped back as Hanna took a threatening step toward him. "Visiting hours are almost over."

Hanna shook her head once. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you family?" He asked

"Family is a fucking joke," Hanna snapped. "Blood doesn't make people family." The nurse looked unconvinced, but unwilling to pick an argument with the hostile blonde. "Does the name Donnelly not mean anything to you?"

The man looked at her for a moment before paling. "I voted for your mother."

She'd been "Elliot Oswald's daughter" for so long, that playing the Governor Donnelly card had almost slipped her mind. But outside of Charming, that was the trump card. Hanna raised an eyebrow. "What was that about policy?"

"I'll, um, let the officers know you'll be staying," the nurse relented. "But the handcuff has to stay." Hanna rolled her eyes, but waved the nurse out of the room.

She dragged a chair as close to the bed as she possibly could, and dropped down into it. "Bad day?" Juice teased.

"Supremely shitty." Hanna looked him up and down. "But I have a feeling yours was worse." She reached out to hold his hand. "I never want to hear the phrase Juan Carlos Ortiz listed you as his emergency contact ever again."

"I'm sorry."

Hanna made a face. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault you were shived."

"Usually we just list Gemma as our emergency contact," he explained with a shrug.

The blonde leaned forward and squeezed his hand. "Don't you dare replace me with her. I'm glad you put me there. It's just a terrifying call to get. They didn't even preface it with a don't worry, but they just jumped right in with the suspense." Juice laughed, and then winced.

Hanna grimaced. "Sorry, my bad. No more hospitals, okay? I'll go prematurely grey." She paused and thought. "You think the stress is why Gemma dyes her hair? I don't want to dye my hair."

Juice shook his head. "Next time someone pulls a gun on me, I'll make sure to tell them they can't shoot because my old lady doesn't want to go grey."

"It's a valid reason to avoid stress," Hanna said with a shrug. She cracked a smile, and leaned forward, resting her chin on top of their hands. "You make it so easy to forget everything else. I was royally pissed off a few minutes ago, and now I'm just happy you're alright." She paused, just looking at him. "I've never been that scared in my life. That moment when I didn't know if you were safe, or alive." Hanna shook her head. "I can't lose you."

Hanna leaned back to swipe at the tears welling up in her eyes. "Fuck, I hate crying. I just reapplied my mascara too. Shit." She took a deep breath. "Okay, that's gone."

Juice gave her a soft smile, and reached across to put his uncuffed hand on her cheek. "I love you, Hanna."

She batted his hand away. "Nope, none of that. We're not doing that. I'm not crying in a hospital, everyone cries in hospitals." He started to laugh, but winced again as his wounds pulled. "That's what you get for laughing at me," Hanna said with a huff. She stood up so she could kiss him. "I love you too, you big idiot."

The handcuff jangled against the rail of the bed, as Juice tried to move his hand. "This has got to go," Hanna muttered. "I need to start wearing my hair up so I have bobby pins on hand."

"You pick locks now?" He asked.

"I have many hidden talents." She shrugged. "Plus after a while Clay got tired of keeping an eye on my wild teenage ass, and started cuffing me to things so I couldn't get into trouble."

Juice raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack." She held up her hand and counted off the things she could remember being tethered too. "Multiple chairs, tables, barstools, the picnic bench outside. Oh, the ropes on the wrestling ring after I complained I couldn't see from the picnic bench. Gemma eventually taught me how to pick the lock."

"It's almost like Gemma wanted you to get in trouble."

"She and Clay had vastly different definitions of trouble. If Gemma had it her way, Tig would have married me the day I turned eighteen."

"Tig?" He repeated.

Hanna's eyes widened. She hummed while she considered her next words. "You know Gemma, she's got some wild ideas. I mean, there might have been some, uh, flirtation there at one point. But like, minor flirtation."

"I feel like minor might be one of those words we have different definitions on."

Hanna shook her head a little too aggressively. "Don't you want to know why I was so pissed off earlier? Much better story, I promise." Juice relented and nodded for her to go ahead. "I asked Elliot to post bail. Obviously he refused. When I got the call, I was with him, making a second attempt at persuading."

"That explains the Hulk Hanna that nearly took out that nurse."

Hanna shrugged. "Well, I did curse Elliot out in a church."

"Damn, someone's going to hell."

"Yeah, the man upstairs probably ignored all the other shitty stuff I've done in my life. It'll be that one fuck that does me in." She paused and narrowed her eyes. "Wait minute, did you just call me the Hulk? I don't know whether I'm offended or oddly flattered."

Before Juice could reply, Hanna's phone rang and she held up a finger, slipping out into the hall. "Tris?"

"I talked to dad," Tristen said. Hanna sighed. "I told him about us going to Lodi a few weeks ago. I think he was a little surprised to hear that I'd even left the house for more than a few hours. He knows it was because of you."

"Guess that made him feel supremely shitty," Hanna muttered.

"Umhmm, that's why he posted bail. He said it should be going through right about now." Hanna looked around, waiting for the cops outside the door to get the call. "I know it sucks that he waited so long, something really bad could have happened."

"Something bad did happen," Hanna snapped. She let out of a long sigh. "Sorry, not your fault, I know. Thank you for talking to him, Tris. But as far as Elliot goes, it's just too little, too late."

Hanna's phone buzzed again, and she checked caller ID. "Tris, let me call you back in a minute." As Hanna switched calls, she spotted the cops talking amongst themselves and followed them back into Juice's room. "Hey, Gemma. What's up?"

"Elliot just stopped by T-M," she said. "Guess he was looking for you. He posted bail."

"Yeah, I just heard." Hanna watched, as Juice was uncuffed.

"You want me to run over to the ranch and pack you a bag?" Gemma asked. Hanna perched on the edge of Juice's bed as the cops left the room. "I assume you're staying at the hospital."

"Yeah, that would be great. I'll let Tristen know your coming, she can help you find my stuff." Hanna looked at Juice for a minute and bit her lip. "Just grab everything, the boxes, the stuff in my closet. Tris will know what's mine."

"You moving into Stockton Memorial?"

"No, but I am moving out. I can't live with Elliot anymore."

Gemma was quiet for a moment. "I'll put your stuff in my garage, you can get it whenever you're ready. I'll bring an overnight bag by in a few hours."

"Thanks, Gem." Hanna hung up. Juice started to speak, but she held up a finger to silence him. She called Tristen back. "Tris, hey, I need you to help Gemma pack up my stuff. All of it."

"All of it," Tristen repeated. "You're not coming back."

"It was always meant to be temporary," Hanna reminded her. "I should've been back in San Francisco by now, but since I'm not I've got to find someplace else. I can't live at the ranch anymore."

"I'm not going to see you anymore, am I?"

"Of course you are. Don't be silly."

"The longer you stay around the club, the more you disappear. You're never here, and when you are, you can't talk about anything. I miss you, Han."

"I know, you're right, and I'm sorry. But some things I just can't explain. I swear that you're not going to lose me, Tris," Hanna assured. "Give me a few weeks to figure out where I'm going, and then you can come spend the night. We'll have a sleepover, and I'll take you to the city to do all the touristy shit Elliot never lets do you do."

"I don't think Karen will let me."

"I'll sneak you out the window if I have to," Hanna said with a scoff. "I know all the best ways to get off the ranch without being seen. It's about time I teach you."

Tristen laughed. "Will Juice come?"

Hanna glanced down at Juice. "Yeah, if you want him to."

"He's nice," Tristen said, simply. "Plus he makes you smile, and you don't do that enough."

Hanna intertwined her fingers with his. "I'm glad you like him, because you two are the only things I'm never getting rid of. Not even the club can take you away from me."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart," Hanna said. "They'd have to pry you from my cold dead hands."

Tristen giggled. "Are you joking about dying while your boyfriend's in the hospital?"

"Eh, he's fine."

"I think Gemma's coming up the driveway," Tristen told her. "I should probably tell dad you're leaving before he hears it from her."

"Good idea," Hanna said, already imagining Gemma getting in Elliot's face. "I'll call you later, Tris."

"You better. Love you."

Hanna snapped her phone closed and nudged Juice over. "Hey, I was stabbed," he reminded her. She made a face and he slid over so she could stretch out next to him. They were quiet for a minute, while Hanna just looked at him. After a moment Juice prompted, "So, you're moving out?"

"Sorry, just thinking." Hanna looked at him for a moment. "There's this townhouse downtown, it just went on the market. Kinda reminds me of San Fransisco." She hummed quietly. "Would you want to move in with me?"

Juice pretended to think. "Are you going to make me buy fancy laundry detergent?"

She grinned. "Definitely."

"Then sign me up."

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Hanna pushed open the door with her hip, as she balanced the groceries. Gemma glanced up from her pot roast and rushed over to hold the door for her. "Oh, honey, you didn't have to bring all this. I just wanted you to come over and get some real food in you."

Gemma helped Hanna carry the bags to the counter, and started to unpack them. Fresh bread from the bakery, veggies for a salad, and a case of drinks. "What is this, organic soda?" Gemma asked, looking at the label.

Hanna shrugged. "Sparkling fruit juice I think, it was on sale. Figured you could use it as a mixer."

"City girl," Gemma muttered, but sat the case back down on the counter. "Come here." The older woman pulled Hanna into a hug and rubbed her back. "How you doing? No complications?"

Hanna forced a smile. "He's going to be okay. I'm exhausted, hard to get any sleep at the hospital, that couch is like a brick."

"You want to sleep here tonight?" Gemma offered. "Get a little nap in at least."

"Thanks, but I don't want to leave Juice alone for too long. He's all by himself; they don't even have him with a roommate. Gets creepy quiet in there at night."

"Alright, well, if you change your mind, my door's open."

As if on cue, Clay walked in with Tig, Happy, and the prospect. He came over to kiss Gemma, and then turned to Hanna. "How is he?"

"He'll live," Hanna told him, with a small smile. Clay pulled her into a big hug. "I'm glad Elliot came through with the bail. We were all worried."

"Remember that favor you promised?" Clay asked.

Hanna frowned, while she tried to recall. Her eyes widened. "For Tristen," she remembered. "I forgot about that."

"I figured you had." He squeezed her shoulder. "Consider it paid."

"I've definitely helped you guys out before this, but I'll take it."

"You hear Elliot plans on running for mayor?" Clay asked. "He'll be up against Jacob Hale, might be a tough race."

"If this is your way of trying to wiggle another favor out of me, it's too late. You already let me off the hook." Hanna shook her head. She wasn't ready to see her father again so soon. She definitely wasn't going to be helping with his campaign. "Besides, everyone hates Jacob Hale, it would take a goddamn miracle to get this town on his side."

"We'll see."

The door opened again, and Jax came in with the rest of the boys. Clay's demeanor changed like the flip of a switch. Hanna fought back a yawn. She shot Gemma a look. "I really don't have the energy for this."

Gemma nodded, half distracted by her boys. "Get Neeta to make you a plate to go." Hanna didn't argue, and let the nanny fix her a helping big enough for two.

Gemma caught her by the elbow as she was heading for the back door. "You leave your boxes here as long as you need, alright?"

"Thanks, Gem." Hanna's whisper was nearly drowned out by the sound of Jax and Clay shouting. Gemma kissed Hanna's cheek and pushed her toward the door. Hanna didn't hesitate, slipping out and letting the sounds of tomorrow's problems fade into the background.