Mina slept on and off, only staying up long enough to eat and take more medicine. Each time she awoke, Gemma or Molly would be there with a plate of food, a pain pill, and a glass of water. Molly was usually the one to help her go to the bathroom or clean her with a wash cloth. It was dehumanizing, but considering the state she was in, what else was she to do? It was either this, or constant pain. Whenever she felt the need to question, all she had to do was put weight down on the leg and the blinding pain overcame her judgement. Tara had discussed trying to stay awake, but Mina chose sleep over pain. When Molly couldn't help move her, Bobby or Chibs was there, despite Clay suggesting prospects.

During her slumber, she replayed the events of the last week over and over in her head. When she dreamt, she felt as though she could feel the knife slice her again, she remembered the stale, rank smell of his breath, and she remembered how young he seemed to be.

She also remembered Tig. She remembered him coming in, and she remembered the warmth of the blood on her chest as Tig stabbed the kid in the neck. She remembered sobbing into Tig's cut, remembered his soothing voice as he tried his best to calm her nerves. She'd never been so terrified for her life, and she was grateful to be alive.

…..

"Clay, what am I supposed to tell the precinct? They're gonna want answers as to why there's blood all over a tattoo shop but no bodies." Unser had usually kept his distance when speaking to Clay. The man was taller and broader than he; he was truly intimidated. Unser watched Clay pace back and forth in the office. "You know, that Johnny Boy went missing."

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that."

"The boy?" Unser had done this for the club before, covered up crimes for the good of Charming. He had an arrangement with the Sons that worked well for both of them. They were allowed to continue their "motorcycle enthusiasm" all while helping keep all the really bad shit out of Charming. Unser appreciated the gesture, until he actually had to clean shit up for them. Then he remembered how much he hated it. The only thing still keeping him going, along with the obvious, is he had grown quite fond of the club and its member's.

"No. We got problems trying to come into Charming. Seems a little trike club wants to stomp our territory-sell drugs."

"Here? In Charming?"

"No, in fucking Vegas, of course in Charming. You haven't heard anything or seen anything?"

"No, I know what you've just told me."

"Well, maybe, these bastards came in and killed that poor, little tattoo artist."

"You're not hearing me Clay, there's no body."

"I know nothing about this."

Unser stood with his mouth agape. "Alright, lemme try this again-I've got a crime scene, just blood-no body, and a missing tattoo artist."

Clay finally stopped and plopped down in Gemma's chair. A Cheshire grin strewn across his face as he said, "Sounds like someone killed the tattoo artist, but wasn't us. We were all here, and that's all I know. Now, what's the problem, officer?"

….

Chibs, Molly, Penelope, and Bobby watched Tara change the bandages for the umpteen millionth time on Mina. This had gone on for a week or so. As Tara inspected the wound, it seemed to be healing nicely. Tig, who was standing in the doorway, inhaled sharply as he saw the wound, reliving the moment over and over in his head. Like the other four, Tig had been there every time the bandages were changed. When Molly or Gemma didn't, he made sure Mina ate, got her pain pills, and even grabbed her things from the apartment. Clearing it out, he asked Juice to find another place that she could possibly move to, but no such luck as of yet.

"The wound needs to breathe. I'll come back tomorrow to remove the stitches, but when she wakes up again, keep her up." Molly nodded, as did Bobby and Chibs squeezed their shoulders. Molly leaned her head into his hand as Penelope looked at Mina. Tig sighed quietly as not to be seen and moved quickly when he saw Tara turn in his direction. Tara knew Tig watched in the past when she did this, and knew he had been watching only moments ago. "Uh, give her coffee or tea, but make sure she stays awake. We also need to cut back and try to wean her off the pain pills."

"Thanks Tara," Molly said as she looked up to her. Tara nodded and gathered her things before exiting the room. When she did, she practically ran into Tig. Tara looked into Tig's eyes, probably for the first time in a long while and saw guilt. She could only speak for Jax, otherwise she felt the other's had no room for guilt. These were men of mayhem, larger than life examples of ruthless and reckless behavior and here was the Sargent At Arms with eyes of guilt and worry. Sometimes the best thing to say is nothing, so instead, Tara placed her hand on Tig's upper arm before she left the clubhouse.

….

"Is Auntie Mina okay?"

"She'll be fine baby." Molly looked at her daughter and placed the loose hair behind her tiny ears. Bobby sniffled before getting up. He reached over and patted Molly on the shoulder before leaving the room as well. Chibs took the empty seat next to her and the three stared at Mina. "What are we gonna do?"

"Lass, one day at a time. We gotta wait 'til she wakes up and keep her up. Everything else, we'll worry about later."

The last week had been hectic for the Sons. When Jax had confronted Johnny Boy, the club found out he knew about the attack on Mina. He had been paid by the Outlanders to leave Mina alone so they could kill her. "They wanted to cripple your fucking club," he spat before Opie and Jax beat him to death with a lead pipe and left his body 70 miles outside of Charming.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," Penelope announced and Chibs looked to her and smiled.

"I know, honey." Molly placed her head on top of Penelope's and began to rock a bit.

"Well, I'm no cook but I'm pretty sure I can figure out how to make a sandwich," Chibs announced as he stood up. "How 'bout a sandwich, wee one?"

Penelope smiled as she looked up at the biker. "Fanks Cheebs," and she jumped off of Molly's lap and ran out of the room with Molly and Chibs in tow. When they walked out into the main room of the clubhouse, they saw Tig sitting on one of the couches. He stood up and approached Chibs.

"She's fine, brother," Chibs said to Tig, who had a distant look to him. He seemingly looked right past Chibs to the back bedroom.

"CHEEBS!" Penelope ran out of the kitchen and announced, "dere's no bread!" Chibs and Tig looked at Molly who came out to join her. "We gotta go t'store. White now!" Chibs bowed and said, "Yes, yes Princess, let's go," before lifting her up and patting Tig on the shoulder. Penelope did the same and Tig smiled a bit. The three left Tig alone in the clubhouse.

…

"Uncle Bobby? Molly? Chibs? Tig?" Mina was alone in the clubhouse again. She stood up out of the bed and saw she'd been wearing a rather large SAMCRO tshirt and a pair of shorts. Her leg had been completely bandaged up to her thigh, so it was a bit difficult to walk. When she reached the door, she called out again and, again, no one answered her call. Just then, her stomach growled so she hobbled her way to the kitchen.

She reached up and got out the makings for a sandwich. Just as she was about to spread mayo onto the bread, Mina could feel a presence behind her. Deciding to take no chances, she turned to face her attacker and held the knife up to his throat. It was Tig.

"I saved your ass and now you wanna kill me?"

The blue in Tig's eyes glinted with a hint of madness causing Mina to smirk. "I had thought of other ways," Mina said slyly and she went to put the knife back onto the counter top when Tig grabbed her hand. Holding the knife at his throat, he leaned in and kissed her. Mina let go of the knife and wrapped her arms around Tig's neck. As their kiss deepened, she could feel his heavy hands move down her thighs and the hardness of his crotch as he pushed himself into her.

She felt herself being lifted from the ground onto the countertop as she slid her hands under his cut. It caused a loud thud as it fell to the floor and she moved her hands to his belt buckle. She felt the coldness of the rings he wore as it moved up and down her back. Tig quickly removed her shirt and Mina watched as Tig took a step back and removed his before attaching his lips to hers.

As Tig cupped her breasts, Mina could feel him bite her neck. This caused her to moan with pleasure. To reciprocate, Mina dug her nails hard into Tig's back causing him to hiss and bite her again. This time, Mina could feel Tig suck her neck, making her wet instantly. She pushed Tig away and jumped down from the counter top. After the two had removed their bottom's, Tig spun Mina around and entered her from behind. As he pushed into her deeper, Mina clutched onto the countertop like it would give way at any moment. Tig could feel her tighten, which felt wonderful, and he grabbed her ass as his thrust increased.

Mina placed her hand on top of Tig's and pulled his free hand to her mouth allowing her to suck on his fingers before moving his hand back to her breast-

…

She hadn't been awake for more than five minutes over the last week. Tig knew because he routinely checked up on her as she slept. Remembering what Tara said earlier, he figured he'd wait around to see if she'd wake up. He wasn't scheduled to work on anything in particular that day, so he waited in Mina's room and looked out the window. He'd been there for the last 10 minutes before he heard a moan from behind.

He turned to see if maybe she had woke up but she hadn't moved. As he slowly walked over to her, he noticed that her eyes were closed as well. When she began to writhe in bed, he stepped back and watched. He was going to leave but heard her moan again. He noticed, too, that her breathing began to increase. Finally, when he saw her caress her own breasts, he knew she was dreaming and what she was dreaming about. This caused him to smile a bit.

"Tig," she moaned causing Tig to run from the room. He didn't want her to wake up knowing he had been watching her sleep through a sex dream. Tig peeked around the corner from the hallway back into the room and saw that Mina hadn't sat up or even open her eyes. Tig entered the room slowly to check on her when she moaned his name again, "Tig."

Maybe he was dreaming, or maybe she really did moan it. If she moaned it, was she dreaming about him and her having sex? Either way, Tig was hard. He exited the room and went directly into the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Before he did, he caught his reflection in the mirror. There's no way, he thought to himself, no way this girl had any feelings for him. Maybe it was that Florence Nightengale effect, or maybe he did really imagine it. He heard her moan again from the bedroom and caught his reflection in the mirror again. This thinking didn't make his dick any less hard so he figured, what the hell, and locked himself in the bathroom.

…..

The two were about to climax together when she woke up. Shooting straight up, Mina looked down at her clothes. She was wearing her oversized Vampira tshirt and a pair of shorts. As she surveyed the room, she noticed the Reaper flag above the bed-she was at the clubhouse. But, she thought, where exactly in the clubhouse am I? She heard the toilet flush from the bathroom across the hall and watched as Tig walked in zipping his pants.

When completed, Tig looked up and saw Mina was awake. The two stared at each other like deer in headlights. Their minds were blank. Tig finally broke the tension.

"I, uh-I-let me go get Molly or the Doc or something to-uh-let you know you're awake."