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Taming Ava & Fixing Jax - A Modern Fairytale

Chapter 20 Freaking Out Ava

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TB had his laptop in its bag slung over his shoulder as he led Ava into the hospital and to the prison ward. They walked up to a counter with a man in turquoise scrubs sitting behind it.

"My daughter is married to Jax Teller," TB explained to the nurse. "We want to know his medical condition."

The nurse consulted a list of names.

"He's wake now, but very tired. You can see him for a few minutes, but that's all. He needs his rest. Tomorrow, he'll be more alert."

"How did the surgery go?" TB asked.

"It went well. As long as there's no infection, he should be released to the prison infirmary in a day or two," the nurse replied.

Ava had never had to deal with anyone in the hospital before so she was glad that her father was helping her through it. She was still a little shocked that he'd actually gone with her. It could be that he didn't have anyone to send with her.

She didn't even know the questions to ask the nurse. She vowed to pay more attention the next time she saw this stuff on TV maybe take notes or something.

The nurse released the door so they could enter the prison ward. There was a guard sitting outside Jax's door. He searched TB and looked at Ava but didn't touch her.

"You have less than twenty minutes before they bring around the night meds and then the lights are turned out. You can come back tomorrow anytime after 8. Three visitors at once max as long as you're quiet."

"Thank you," Ava said politely.

The first thing Ava saw when she walked into Jax's hospital room was the handcuff that bound him to the bed. It just really hit her that he couldn't even be in a hospital like a normal person. He was still in prison in the hospital. She actually felt bad for him.

Jax was asleep and Ava thought he looked a little like a warrior angel. His pale thick blonde eyelashes rested against his cheeks, the curve of his lips looked a little like a cherub's—they were usually twisted in a smirk or in annoyance at something she'd said and his normally tanned face that was brimming with health and toxic masculinity was almost as white as the pillowcase his head was resting on. There was a bandage covering a cut over his eye, there was some bruising and swelling to his face and his hands were bruised and bandaged.

He woke with a start clearly surprised by his visitors.

"How are you feeling?" Ava asked softly. She went to the head of the bed and lightly rested her hand against his shoulder.

His hospital gown was loosened to allow room for the bandages on his chest. His finger was hooked to a pulse/oxy meter, there was an automatic blood pressure cuff on his arm and an IV was inserted into the hollow of his elbow. Machines provided constant monitoring of his vital signs.

"I'm not going to lie. I've been better," Jax said. Even his voice sounded weak to Ava's ears.

"We can't stay long, but we'll be back tomorrow. Is there anything we can get you?" TB asked.

"Some really good chocolate chip cookies," Jax said. "We don't get those in prison. I'm not going to be here long. Did someone call Gemma?"

"I called her. She's on her way, but I don't think she will get here before they quit allowing visitors," Ava said.

"I've got hotel rooms for all of us including your family so we can all be near you while you're in this hospital," TB said. "I have my car and driver with me and we can give your mother or your family help with transportation if they need it."

"Thanks TB. Thanks for calling Gemma, Ava."

"I'll give you a few minutes alone with Ava. I'll call your mother, give her an update on your condition and let her know she won't be able to see you tonight."

"Thanks."

"We'll talk tomorrow about the legal action we need to launch against that fucking prison over this."

Jax chuckled softly at TB's word choice. "Looking forward to it."

Ava saw the tough side to her father whenever he talked legal action. She wouldn't want to face him in court. That was an opinion shared by every person who had ever faced him in court. He was tough, smart and ruthless.

"Could you pour me some water?" Jax asked. "Surprised to see you here."

Ava poured him a glass of water from the plastic mauve pitcher. She unwrapped the straw and put it in the water for him.

"I didn't know what to do when the prison called. My dad helped me figure things out."

"I like your father."

"What happened?" Ava asked when her father left them alone.

"Three guys came up to me. Two guys grabbed me and one guy stuck me."

"Were they trying to kill you or just hurt you?"

"Kill."

"Jax, you can't let them kill you," Ava said seriously.

"I knew you were falling for me."

"You really do think a lot of yourself," she said coolly.

"You need me alive because you can't afford to rent another husband," he said, his blue eyes narrowing as he looked at his wife.

"Well there is some truth to that, but I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Your devotion is heart warming," he said sarcastically. "Your father's watching. Quick give me a kiss. No, don't turn your head and look. That's a dead giveaway."

If Ava had turned her head, she would not have seen her father looking at them from the small window in the hospital room's door. Jax was playing her.

She leaned over and Jax kissed her, slipping her a little tongue to show her who was boss and piss her off at the same time.

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Author's Note: No one looks hotter than Jax with some batttle wounds.

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I've started a short story about Jax getting quarantined with a romance writer. It's going to be fun and it will only cover the 14 days of the quarantine in the story, so it's not going to be a huge open ended story.

It's going to take a twist or two that hasn't been done in a fanfic or at least I don't think so.