Gemma sat at her dining room table and smoked a cigarette while she pondered what was going on. Everything had been turned upside in a mere couple of days. Jax. Dana. The baby. Tara. She had no answers to her many questions. All she knew was that she needed to do something about it.
She knew that Dana would keep her secret until hers was out in the open. She just hoped that Jax didn't push her to spill her own secret. She knew Dana like the back of her hand. During a fit of rage, Dana was capable of anything. She had witnessed it herself- several times.
From Jax, she found out about the child that Tara killed. The child that would've made her dreams come true. A child that would've made Jax and Dana into a family. The family she really wanted. She tried to get rid of Tara using Wendy and that planned failed. She only hoped that Dana would get rid of her, after the baby was born.
Gemma wanted a family. A big one. She wanted all the sons and grandchildren she could get. She needed to have them. Leave her legacy when she was long gone. Leave all the memories she could. She needed to be remembered.
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Tig, Dana, Juice, Bobby and Chibs pulled into the diner parking lot, surrounding the Unser truck they were currently protecting from Mayans. As the truck's driver walked into the diner for a cup of coffee, they all lit cigarettes and began discussing the latest crow eaters that were trying to crawl into the crew's pants. Minutes later, the driver emerged from the diner and resumed his position within the truck. The sons dispersed, surrounding the truck and giving the driver the go ahead.
A few miles down, Bobby glanced down at his left-hand mirror and did a double take. "MAYANS!" He yelled over the roars the bikes were making. The sons were prepared as they drew their guns and prepared to take the Mayans on. After a few exchanges of gun fire, the unexpected happened.
A Mayan soldier caught up to Dana's bike, rear ending her and making her lose control of it. The bike fell over and slid down the pavement, taking her with. The sons gave up protecting their cargo and raced to help their sister in need as the Mayan soldier stopped in front of her and opened fire. Bobby and Juice went after the Mayan as Tig and Chibs went down to their fallen comrade.
"We need to stop the bleeding and get some God damn help down here," Chibs said, pressing down on her wounds. Tig pulled out his prepaid and dialed Clay. They needed backup. Juice and Bobby pulled up to them, putting their guns away and dismounting their bikes. "We'll deal with them later. You guys need us now," Bobby said, kneeling down next to Dana, pushing back the hair on her face.
"Jax is gonna get the doc. We need to get her back to the clubhouse," Tig said, picking up her bike and pushing it to the side of the road, behind some bushes. "She's not gonna make it," Chibs said, glancing up at his brothers. He sat her up in his arms, her blood everywhere. "Dammit," Tig said, reaching down and taking in the damage. She had several bullet holes and was barely breathing.
"Try to stop the bleeding. We can't wait for the van to come here. I'll ride in with her," Tig said, hopping on his bike and putting his helmet on. Chibs ripped strips from her shirt and tried to stop the bleeding as best as he could. The sons carried her on to Tig's lap and used their belts to strap her on to him.
They broke as many laws as they had to as they rushed back to the clubhouse. They carried in Dana, throughout the club house, where all the nearby SoA had already assembled. "What the hell happened?" Opie said, as he followed them into the chapel, where they laid Dana out on the redwood table. "Mayans. Ambushed us. We lost the cargo," Juice said, glancing down at all the blood on his hands and cringing.
Opie walked over to the redwood table and clasped her hand in his, as she coughed and spit up blood. "This is bad, brother," Chibs said, as he placed gauze pads on her wounds. "You gotta do something," Opie pleaded. Chibs shook his head and pressed down on her wounds, making her yell out in pain. "I can't do anything. She needs an operating room. She needs a surgeon," he responded.
Tig stood in the corner and shaking his head as Jax entered the chapel with Tara in tow. "Tyler," Dana whispered as Tara slipped her hands into gloves. Opie let go of her hand and stepped away, shaking his head. He was by her side. Not that asshole. She should be saying his name.
"I'm gonna need to go back to the hospital. Her arm is broken and she is gonna need treatment on the burns on her legs before they get infected. I can only treat the bullet holes with what I have right now," Tara said, injecting Dana's arm with several syringes. "You gotta fix her Doc," Juice said. Tara glanced down at the woman that was dying before her and nodded. She couldn't let her die. She couldn't kill another person.
"Clear the room out and put some gloves on," she said to Chibs, arranging her clamps and whatnots on the table. With the assistance of Chibs and Jax and Opie holding Dana down, she was able to extract the bullets and close the holes. Dana had passed out during the procedure. Tara set her arm as best she could and wrapped her leg up with gauze. "I need to go back to the hospital and get the supplies to put a cast on and a burn kit," Tara said, peeling her gloves off.
"Chibs, you have some experience. If she wakes up and the pain is unbearable, inject her with this," she said, handing him a syringe. Tara nodded to Jax and they exited the room. As they stood in front of his bike, Jax turned around and hugged her. "Thanks," he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Tara hugged him back, confused at his gesture.
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Dana began to heave, clasping at her chest. She couldn't breathe. She latched on to Opie's shirt and began to shake him. "I need some help in here!" He yelled out, as Dana dug her fingers into his skin. Chibs ran into the room glancing down at her. Her body was pale and she was covered in dried up blood, laid out on the table in only a bra and her panties.
"Where is she?" Tyler yelled as he entered the clubhouse. The crew pointed him towards the chapel, where he ran to. As he entered, he found Chibs and Opie in shambles. "I don't know what's wrong. She was fine and then she started having problems breathing," Opie said, as Tig held her down. Tyler walked around the table and picked up the syringes that were lying on it. "What did the doc give her?" He asked. "Probably some pain killers and some antibiotics," Chibs responded.
"Shit," Tyler said, walking over to her and shoving Opie away. He grabbed Dana's face and opened her eyes. "You gotta fight, baby," he whispered, glancing back to Chibs. "She's allergic to penicillin. She's gonna die unless you do something," he said. Chibs began to move with the speed of light, knowing that every second was crucial. He held his breath as he preformed an emergency tracheotomy on Dana, only releasing the breath he was holding in when she was able to get a full one. It's not pretty but it'll do, he said to himself as he pulled the syringe apart and inserted it into the hole he had just created in her throat.
"What the hell?" Tara said, walking into the chapel with several bags in tow. "You little bitch. You almost killed," Tyler yelled, pointing to her syringes. "She's allergic to penicillin? I didn't know," she said, placing the bags on the table and checking Dana's pulse. "Any other doctor would've asked or double checked before pumping her full of it and leaving," Tyler barked.
Jax stood in between the two of them and interrupted them. "Any other doctor wouldn't be involved in this. So clear the room so she can finish doing what she came here for," he said, pointing to the door. Tyler glared at Tara as he exited the room. "Jesus fucking christ," Tara whispered, running a hand over her face. "He's right, Jax. She would've died," she said. Jax shook his head and stepped towards her.
"You did what you thought was best. You did the right thing," he said, patting her on the back. She shook her head and sighed. "What if this was at work or Chibs wasn't there to clean up my mess? I don't even think I should touch her anymore," she responded. He shook his head and began to open up the bags she brought from the hospital. "You fix her. You owe her this much," he stated, exiting the room.