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"Hey Pops. How are you doing today?"

Opie asked his father as he walked into the older winstons room. His father was sitting up in bed and looked pissed off. He no longer had on a hospital gown that was covered in pink roses but rather this time it had tiny blue polka dots on it. He had scared them all a few days ago when he had had another heart attack following that spiteful nurses news that Juice had died on the operating table. She was not working at the hospital today following her little spiteful joke on his father she had been suspended pending an hearing with the hospital administration who would decide wether she still had a job or not. If Opie had his way she would be dead already!

"How do you think I'm doing?" Piney snapped at his son.

Opie smiled and bite back a laugh. He knew his dad hated being in the hospital but at the moment it was the best place for him. Since his two heart attacks just a few days earlier, Opie felt better knowing his dad was here at the hospital being looked after and not at home on his own.

"Well it's for your own good Pops, we don't want your old ticker going on you again do we."

Opie sat in the chair next to his fathers bed, his father sitting annoyed on the bed, 'God' he thought 'there were times when his Father was worse thatn his kids for throwing tantrums. He was brought out of his silent reverie when he heard his Father talking to him.

"How's Juice doing?"

"He's doing alright. The Doctors reckon he will be here longer than you will, which should please you. I know how much you love hospitals Pops." Opie smirked at his dad.

"Well I want to see him for myself."

"Pops you can't walk down to his room, remember the Doctors said you had to be off your feet for the next few days...and no stress."

"There's wheelchairs in this hospital isn't there. You can push me down to his room in one of them."

Opie sighed and got up to go and fetch one. He knew if he didn't his Father would get out of bed and walk even though he was not meant to. He found one near the lift and pushed it back to his Fathers room, opening the door and pushing it into the room just as Piney was about to get out of his bed.

"Pops."

"Stop babying me."

Piney snapped once more at his son. He had been snapping at everyone for the last few days but it was because he was so fustrated at being stuck in the hospital. He had finally been told the truth about Bobby that morning and it had hit him as hard as it had hit the others. He had known Bobby Munson for 30 odd years and had regarded him not just as a brother but as a dear friend also. He was angry tha they had not told him that Bobby was dead straight away but e thought considering how he had reacted to hearing about Juice's 'death' maybe it had been a good thing. He still remembered the pain of it as it had caused another heart attack.

Back at Teller Morrow Gemma was on the phone talking to the funeral director that they always used for any funeral that they had had in the past he assured her that everything would be taken care off in their usual professional manner. After twenty minutes of talking about how the funeral would be sorted she hung up and got on the phone to the florist. Tig wandered into the room, looking and feeling a little worse for wear. He slumped into one of the couches and one of the croweaters wandered over to him with a pot of coffee in her hand and a mug in the other.

Tig groaned and clutched his head, it was thumping, he realised that he must have drunk a good portion of the alcohol that they had left in the bar if not all of it. His stomach was churning and he felt as though he was going to throw up at any momnet. He saw movement to his left and came aware of the welcoming smell of coffee, the croweater handed him the mug and poured a large helping of black coffee for him.

"Thanks Doll."

He mumbled at her, wincing slightly as his head started to throb again.

Opie had just wheeled his father into Juice's hospital room when he caught sight of Dog's daughter in the corridor outside, he was surprised to see her at work. When he had heard that her father had died not long after being brought into the hospital it had almost been as big a shock as it had been finding out about Bobby. He left his father at the side of Juice's bed to go and talk to her.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

Carly had not heard Opie come up behind her and she jumped slightly.

"Hi Opie, I'm fine really."

She knew Opie a little having gone to scholll with him and Jax but she had never been one of the kids that they normally hung around with. Although her Father worked for Jax's family at the garage and was considered a friend by them, he had notwanted his daughter to get too involved in the Club and had discouraged any friendship between her and the boys.

"I didn't think you would be working today, What with what happened to your dad?"

"I perfer to keep busy Opie and there not much I can do at home till the mortuary releases dads body."

"Well if there is anything we can do for you, you will let us know. I mean it Carly, anything you need, let us know and I'm really sorry about your dad, I liked him."

"Thanks Opie." she smiled sadly at him.

Piney looked at Juice lying on the bed, the kid had been put into a coma by the Doctors so his body could heal more quickly. He had a bandage covering his head and Piney knew from what he had been told that Juice had suffered a fractured skull, propbaly when the roof had caved in on them, he remembered having to pull rubble off the kid when he had tried to dig him out when they had been trapped, a large piece of it had been on Juice's head. The kid had been lucky that it had not killed him outright. His face was just covered in bruises and the cuts and abrassions had been cleaned up and treated, he looked as though he hd gone ten rounds in the ring with Happy or Tig. His left arm was in a cast and he was hooked up to machines. Tara had said that Juice was breathing for himself but they had put a tube down his throat to help him out just before he had been put into the coma. He heard the door opeing and saw his son reenter the room.

"How's Carly doing?"

"She says she's fine but I don't think it has really sunk in yet that Dog is dead."

Piney had been sorry to hear that Dog was dead, he had been a good friend to the SONS over years as well as a damn fine mechanic. In fact he was one of the best they had ever had at the garage and was reliable enought to have been left in charge of the garage more than once when they had all been off doing club business or in jail.

A/N Thats all for today folks. Hope you have enjoyed it and stay for the next chapter: Bobby's funeral