Disclaimer - The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of 'Boo' Trager, who is an original character created by me. I make no profit from this work.

"Tig was taken to St. Thomas first thing this morning." Gemma admitted with a reluctant sigh. Boo gasped in horror and dropped the phone at once, her eyes flooded with tears and she began hyperventilating. Tig was in hospital? Why? What was wrong with him? Was he ill, injured? Or worse… dying? Boo wanted to pick up the phone and demand answers from her stepmother but she was suddenly barely able to function. She sat on the edge of her bed, raked her shaking fingers through her hair and tried to catch her breath but she was in such a panicked state about Tig that she couldn't. Worried and eager to know what was going on, Chibs grabbed Boo's phone off the floor and put it to his ear.

"Gemma? It's Chibs." He explained at once. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded fiercely. He wanted answers and he wanted them as soon as possible; he couldn't possibly imagine what had gotten his girl so worked up and anxious but knew it had to be something to do with Tig. The Scotsman's stomach contorted painfully in fear as he tried to imagine what the Sergeant at Arms could have done to warrant such a reaction from Boo. He felt near certain the man had been idiot enough to get himself caught doing something that would have him in jail for years to come.

"I went round to Tig's to check on him this morning as he wasn't answering his cell." Gemma explained with a weary sigh. She felt guilty for having told Boo such awful news over the phone but knew explaining to the young author why Tig wasn't at the garage was the best way to get her to come in and cover a shift. Besides if Boo had let her explain why Tig was in hospital, she wouldn't have gotten so distressed. "He was passed out in bed covered in his own vomit; his skin was practically fucking blue." Gemma went on, shuddering softly at the memory. It had taken Gemma near ten minute's to wake Tig – who was bloated and filthy, like he hadn't washed in days – from his drink induced coma-like state. He'd obviously been out for a while as the vomit on his clothes was dried on. "When I finally managed to wake him, he was confused and disorientated, kept bumping into things. He didn't even know who I was." Gemma sighed as she shook her head. Once awake, Tig had rolled out of bed, muttering incoherently to himself. He'd ignored Gemma at first and had stumbled towards his closet, looking around the room as he did so like he wasn't quite sure where he was. He'd only taken two steps before he'd walked into something – the chest at the end of his bed – despite the fact that he'd been looking right at it. Gemma had caught him before he'd fallen and it was then that Tig finally noticed her. He demanded to know who she was, his words slurred and distant, his eyes unfocussed and bloodshot. Gemma had realised then that she needed to call an ambulance and so had sat Tig down in the kitchen with a glass of water and dialled 911.

"Alcohol poisoning?" Chibs asked, recognising the signs. As an army medic, alcohol poisoning was one of the most common things he'd treated. Most of his comrades would sneak away from the base on Friday nights so they could drink themselves stupid, with one or two always going that little bit too far…

"Yeah, it's pretty bad." Gemma replied. Tig had gotten to hospital in time but he'd had to have his stomach pumped. He was also hooked up to a drip and had had a catheter fitted to drain his bladder to prevent him from wetting himself. All in all he was in a very embarrassing state and Gemma knew he wouldn't be up for visitors just yet so she decided to tell a little lie. "Look, he's going to be out all morning while the doctors treat him but then he'll be fine." Gemma explained, hoping that Chibs wouldn't realise she was stretching the truth a little. "I just need Boo to cover some work until lunchtime then I'll close up and she can go and see him." Gemma wasn't just going to shut the garage for Boo's sake; with so many people off work that day they only had the staff to cover the jobs they already had and wouldn't be able to accept any new ones – even with Boo covering.

"Aye, alright I'll ask her if she'll do it." Chibs sighed. He was glad that Tig hadn't done anything too stupid and that he wasn't in jail or dying but that didn't mean he was looking forward to explaining to Boo – who was now calmed somewhat and just sitting on the bed staring at him, her face drained of colour – what was wrong with her would-be father. "Thanks Gem." He added before hanging up and placing Boo's phone on the side.

"Is he alright?" Boo demanded as she leapt to her feet, her eyes even wider with fear than they had been before. She'd heard Chibs side of the conversation of course, and knew Tig had alcohol poisoning but didn't know enough about it to be able to know what kind of condition Tig was in. All she knew was that it made a person very ill and that in the worst cases, it could kill people. "I don't really know anything about alcohol poisoning but it can't be good can it?" She rambled frantically, searching Chibs near emotionless face for answers as she spoke. The Scotsman offered her a weak smile, put his hand on her arm.

"He'll be fine lassie." Chibs assured her, pecking her on the end of her nose to help calm her down a little more. "He's getting treated for it this morning so yeh can't go and see him just yet." He explained. Boo scowled at that, unhappy that she couldn't go and see her daddy right away but nodded her head. At least once he had been treated he would be in a much better mood and be in a much better condition too. Boo was hopeful that Tig's alcohol poisoning would finally snap some sense into him and would convince him it was time to finally make amends with her. "Gemma needs yeh the cover until lunch, but then she's shutting the garage so yer able to visit him, okay?" Chibs added. He didn't know if Boo would be willing to work after receiving such awful news but he had to ask her as he'd promised Gemma – and there was no going back on promises you made Gemma Morrow, not unless you wanted a good tongue lashing that is.

"Yeah I… I need the distraction." Boo sighed as she rubbed at the bridge of her nose. She didn't really want to go to the garage – she had a headache forming and the place would be too much of a reminder of better times with Tig – but if she stayed home or waited in the hospital waiting room until Tig was allowed visitors, she'd drive herself up the wall with worry. "I'll get dressed." She added as she pulled off the pair of Chibs' boxers she'd worn to bed and replaced them with her own panties.

"He'll be just fine Hen, don't yeh worry." Chibs promised as Boo pulled on her Teller-Morrow shirt. Her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't do up the buttons, so Chibs pushed her hands aside and did up her shirt for her. "He's just been an idiot and had far too much teh drink." He added as he brushed his knuckles over Boo's cheek. His girl leaned into his touch, sighed contently and nodded her head. She felt Chibs had summed things up quite nicely! "This'll set things right between yeh, I'm sure of it." Chibs concluded for surely Tig would now notice the magnitude of not only what he was doing to Boo, but to himself as well and all over something as petty as Boo moving out!

"I really hope you're right." Boo sighed as she finished getting dressed.

SAMCRO

Boo left Teller-Morrow as soon as she was able to, racing out after her last job without bothering to check in with Gemma or say goodbye to Chibs before she left. She was just so desperate to see Tig and was still dressed in her work shirt and covered in oil when she arrived at the hospital.

"I'm here to see Tig… I mean Alex." She rambled breathlessly to the middle-aged redhead behind the reception desk. The woman gave her a mildly appalled look after taking in the oil staining her hands and clothes, so Boo quickly stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Alexander Trager, he was brought in this morning with alcohol poisoning." Boo added, scowling in frustration and impatience when the receptionist didn't immediately check her computer for Tig's room details.

"Right okay, let me just check which room he's in." she said with a sickly sweet smile before turning to her computer. She tapped in the details Boo had given her, as well as Tig's date of birth after Boo gave it to her but didn't immediately give Boo the number of Tig's room. Instead she scowled momentarily and then forced the sickly sweet smile back onto her face. "Can I ask how you're related to Mr. Trager?" she asked as she turned back round to face Boo. Boo had to clench her fist tight to stop herself from screaming and lashing out at the woman; why wouldn't the idiot just give her Tig's room number? Why did it matter how she was related to him, he wasn't in critical condition and therefore wasn't restricted to just family visitors.

"I'm his daughter." Boo snapped, regretting the harshness of her tone in an instance when the receptionist arched an eyebrow and frowned at her in a disapproving sort of way. She took a deep breath and attempted to calm herself down a little, forced herself to smile kindly at the receptionist. "Can I just go and see him? Please?" she asked, as calmly as she was able to.

"Can you tell me your first name Miss Trager?" the receptionist asked without bothering to look back at her screen, the sickly sweet smile on her lips still in place, her voice smug and superior. Boo had to take another deep breath to keep herself calm and was clenching her fists so tight she could feel her nails cutting into the palm of her hand.

"Boo… Hayley… I don't see what this has to do with anything." She muttered grudgingly. She didn't understand what the receptionist was doing nor why she wasn't just telling her Tig's room number. She was his daughter and she just wanted to make sure that he was okay! She wasn't a Mayan sent to kill Tig or some terrorist with a bomb strapped to her chest! "Can I please just go and see my daddy?" she asked, sounding desperate and frightened. The receptionist gave Boo a brief sympathetic look but then shook her head back and forth.

"I'm sorry Miss Trager bur according to my records Mr. Trager has requested that we prevent you from seeing him." She said as she gestured towards her computer, checking the screen as she did so to make sure that she'd gotten her facts right. Boo's jaw dropped open at that, she stared at the receptionist in disbelief and shook her head a little – she had to be kidding right?

"What?" she demanded, not even bothering to try and be polite. She couldn't understand why Tig would ban her from seeing him. Sure things were bad between them but she was still his daughter and he knew damn well she'd be worried about him!

"I'm afraid you've been banned from seeing him." The receptionist explained sternly, the sickly sweet smile gone from her face, instead replaced by a determined grimace. "You cannot go up to his room; security will be called if you do." She added threateningly, a smug glint in her eye as she spoke. Boo knew she was being serious and that the receptionist was looking for any excuse to get her kicked out of the hospital.

"But he's my daddy." Boo whined tearfully, her eyes overflowing as she spoke, stinging in reaction to the tears that had filled them. Boo didn't bother to wipe them away, mostly because she wanted the receptionist to see her tears – in hopes it would make her relent and allow Boo to see Tig – but also because she knew it'd be stupid of her to wipe at her eyes with oil all over her hands. "I just want to make sure he's okay." She added, her words shuddery and high pitched. The receptionist gave Boo a look that made it more than apparent that she didn't care.

"I'm sorry Miss Trager." She said with a shake of her head, her words deadpan and obviously a lie. "There's nothing I can do about that." And with that, the receptionist got to her feet, placed a 'Closed; please use other reception near back entrance.' sign on her desk and walked away, leaving a now sobbing Boo standing where she was feeling lost, confused and like her heart was being ripped out.

SAMCRO

Chibs held Boo's hand as he led her past the reception desk at St. Thomas and towards the elevators. She was dressed down in a baggy pair of jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, the hood of which she had up and pulled right across her face in case anyone saw her. There was a different person behind the desk at reception but it was possible that they too, had been informed that Boo was banned from visiting her father.

"Keep yer head down lass." Chibs drawled as they waited for the elevator to arrive. Boo nodded her head and pulled her hood over her face more, but didn't say a word. Chibs hadn't wanted to sneak her into the hospital, but Boo had threatened to withhold sex until he did and so the Scotsman had caved… mostly because she'd been wearing nothing but a very small towel at the time, the manipulative little minx! Once they arrived on Tig's floor, Chibs put a hand on each of Boo's shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. "Remember, yer not the go in or Tig will call security." He said strictly, tightening his hold on her shoulders to make sure she got the message. "Just check on him then come back, I'll wait right here for yeh." He added as he nodded his head towards the room Tig was staying in. He found it odd that the Sergeant at Arms hadn't banned him from his room as well, but guessed the older man didn't expect him to visit, considering how distant and cold they'd been with one another of late.

"I know." Boo nodded. She wasn't going to dare go into Tig's room, she just wanted to see him, to check to make sure he was okay. Chibs had had a go at her about it, called her an idiot for caring so much about a man who obviously didn't give a damn about her but she'd ignored him. Tig was just having a hard time dealing with her moving out but was too stubborn and proud to admit it is all; why else would he have drunk himself into such a state? "I won't be long, I promise." Boo assured Chibs before kissing his cheek quickly and hurrying down the hall without another word. The room in Tig's light was still on, allowing Boo to see in clearly through the window in his door. He was asleep but could wake up at any time, so Boo made sure she kept to the shadows in case he saw her – she didn't know what he'd do, how he'd react if he realised she was there. Despite this, Boo couldn't help but approach the window when she realised what a terrible condition her father was in. "Daddy, what have you done to yourself…" she whispered softly to herself as she stared at him. He was bloated and looked overweight, like he'd put on about 20 pounds since the last time Boo had seen him. His skin was sallow and still had the sort of bluish tint to it that was attributed to alcohol poisoning. His skin and hair alike, although obviously recently washed, was still greasy and grimy, leading Boo to believe he hadn't washed for days – possibly even longer – since his admission to hospital. His eyes – which looked tiny in his puffy face - were ringed a brilliant red and there were dark circles under them. Boo was certain that if he opened his eyes, they'd be bloodshot and as red as the rings around them. Despite all this, Tig looked tiny in his large hospital bed, so small and vulnerable. Boo wanted nothing more than to sneak in and crawl in alongside of him but knew she shouldn't, so simply continued to stare in, mentally willing her father to get better the whole while. She must have stayed outside Tig's room staring in for a long while for suddenly Chibs was there behind her, he placed his hand on her shoulder to get her attention, making Boo practically jump out of her skin – she'd completely forgotten about the fact that Chibs was waiting for her at the end of the corridor. It was then that she realised that she'd been crying, that silent tears were still toppling down her cheeks.

"Hey, come on darlin'." Chibs muttered in Boo's ear as he slipped his hand into hers. "We better go before someone sees yeh her." He added, for Boo had been standing outside of Tig's room for near ten minute's now. The Scotsman was surprised that someone hadn't come along and spotted Boo already. Boo didn't move, she just continued to stare into Tig's room with tears dripping down her cheeks. The sight of her so anguished was breaking Chibs' heart but he knew she'd be okay if he could just get her away from Tig's room and back home where they could share a nice hot bath and a bottle of wine. "Come on my lovely, we have teh go." He insisted as he gave her hand a firm tug. Boo relented when he did this, allowed him to lead her away from Tig's room and back down the corridor to the elevator.

"Why do you think he doesn't want to see me Filip?" Boo asked dismally once they were outside and strapping on their helmets ready for the ride home. Boo was utterly convinced that the man she saw as her father wanted nothing more to do with her, that he was glad that she was out of his hair but didn't say this out loud for every time she did, she and Chibs ended up arguing. Still she wanted the Scotsman's opinion on the matter in the hopes that maybe it would make more sense that hers did.

"He probably doesn't want yeh teh see him in such a state Hen." Chibs said with a swift shrug of his shoulders. He'd been expecting Boo to ask him such a question all evening and had been planning his answer carefully. In all honesty he knew that Tig was just being a stubborn and spiteful bastard but he couldn't tell Boo that, he had to tell her something a little more comforting that was still something akin to the truth. Tig probably didn't want Boo to see him in such a state, or rather he wouldn't if he was being his normal self. "Once he's out and feelin' a little better, he'll come and see you, make amends." He added as he got on his bike, speaking with far more certainty that he felt. He hoped his words were of some comfort to his girl and he hoped even more so, that what he'd said would come true and that Tig would come and see his daughter upon his release.

"Maybe…" Boo nodded, forcing a smile onto her lips before joining Chibs on his bike and wrapping his arms tight around his waist. Despite Chibs assurances Boo was certain that he wouldn't be coming to see her after he was released from St. Thomas to make amends and things would continue as they had been before he'd been taken to hospital.

Thank you so much for all the reviews last time, they really mean a lot to me! There are only a few chapters left in this side-story but I'm not quite sure how many yet or quite how the next chapter will play out.

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