Lana spent the night sitting in the uncomfortable chair next to Kozik's bed in the ICU. Gemma's efforts to get her to go home and sleep were useless. Happy had no clue how to comfort her and felt awkward at even the thought of trying to do so. He needed to take action and deal with this shit so he had taken off back to the clubhouse with the rest of the club so they could decide on their next move.

Lana had finally passed out in that same chair, resting awkwardly on the bed, hand holding onto Kozik's arm. Gemma walked into the room the next morning. She had finally given up and went home around one in the morning, needing some sleep herself.

"Lana." She said gently, her hand on Lana's shoulder. Lana didn't respond. "Lana." She said more firmly.

Lana jumped and sat up suddenly, her eyes going straight to Kozik.

"You want some coffee baby?" Gemma asked, holding out the cup in her hand.

Yawning, Lana rubbed her hands over her face. "No."

"You gotta eat or drink something."

"I'm fine Gemma." She snapped.

Gemma sighed. "Happy and the guys are heading out in a little while."

"What?" Lana turned towards the other woman with a furrowed brow.

"Rival MC, same guys that were giving Tacoma trouble. That's who's responsible for this shit. They're heading up to deal with it. Retaliation."

She wanted to cry, but the tears weren't coming. Hap couldn't leave her now. She needed him, but she didn't know how to tell him. She knew he was pissed and needed to do something about this and if she cried and said she needed him, it would only piss him off more and chase him further away.

"Fine. Fuck him. Fuck all of them." It was her emotions talking, they both knew it.

Gemma sighed again and set the cup of coffee down next to Lana. She turned and walked out the door, on her way back to her car.

Pulling up to the clubhouse ten minutes later, she walked inside and went directly to Happy's room. The killer was packing some stuff for the run to Tacoma. "What the fuck do you think you're doing leaving your girl alone to go through this shit by herself?"

"I need to handle this shit Gemma. I ain't doing her any good here."

"Have someone else handle the bloodshed. Your old lady needs you here, whether you wanna deal with it or not." She wanted to tell him Lana was pregnant, knowing it would change everything, but it wasn't her place.

Happy stopped before walking out of the room. "Club comes first." He said, ending the conversation.

SOA

How could they leave her all alone? She wanted to hate them both. Happy for taking off, for putting the club before her yet again. And Kozik so she wouldn't be going through this hell right now. But she couldn't. She loved them both and she couldn't change it.

It had been over a week since Happy had left. Gemma and Lyla had combined forces trying to urge her away from Kozik, succeeding in getting her to at least go home and shower a few times and getting her to eat a little occasionally, but she mostly just sat there in Kozik's room hoping he would wake up. He was stable, but other than that there'd been no change.

Meanwhile Happy was making progress in Tacoma. He'd pushed all his problems to the back of his mind, distracting himself from his thoughts by killing. He was bound and determined to kill every last one of the fuckers and end the shit with them for good.

He entered the Tacoma clubhouse one night, covered in blood yet again, and made his way back to his room to shower. He'd tried to call Lana a few times over the last week, but he'd only gotten through to her once and she hadn't talked much. He was worried about her and felt guilty for leaving, but he knew he had to end this shit before he went home to her.

After he had cleaned up he headed back out to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He sat down for a minute and took a few swigs. Pulling out his phone, he tried calling Lana again, but got no answer. He tossed his phone down on the bar, clearly frustrated.

"Ya know brother, I think it would do you some good to bury some of those troubles in some pussy. There's plenty of it here." Happy looked up to see Donut standing there, eyebrow raised, and shifting his eyes to the girl twirling around the pole in the middle of the room.

"I got an old lady." He grumbled.

"What happens on a run…" The other man shrugged his shoulders.

"She don't put up with that shit."

"You going soft on us killer?" Donut smirked at him.

Happy scowled at him. "Fuck off." He said, downing more whiskey.

A couple hours sitting at the bar by himself and Happy was nearing the bottom of the bottle. He was drunk and what Donut had said kept repeating over and over in his head. The asshole had even gone as far as sending a couple girls over to him to try and urge him further. Happy had sent the first two away, but was seriously reconsidering his decision when yet another girl made her way over. She'd come over on her own, but he couldn't help but look up at Donut when she sat down on his lap.

Donut looked back at him with amusement and he knew the fucker was convinced he would push this one away too. There was a challenge in the other man's eyes and all the liquor in his system was making it difficult for Happy to turn it down.

With a growl, Happy grabbed the girl's arm and bent her over the pool table. He pushed her skirt up and shoved her thong aside as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out, shoving it inside of her. He thrust in and out of her, not giving a shit that nearly everyone was watching. He wanted them to, he was proving a point. Fuck Lana. He wasn't going to sit here and mope around because the bitch wanted to sit in a hospital room and cry over Kozik, who was as good as dead, rather than answer his calls.

A few of others, who were well aware of the past drama that had come along with Kozik's fuck up, looked on disapprovingly. Tig nearly said something, but knew it would be stupid to interfere. He simply pinned Happy with a cold stare, just hoping he would notice and say something. Lana didn't deserve this shit twice from both Kozik and Happy. Unfortunately, the killer neither took any notice nor gave a fuck about anyone's opinion.

The whore beneath him moaned and pushed her ass back into him. Happy held her hips and she reached back to grab onto his arm. He barely noticed the scratches she made. He rammed into her again and pulled out of her as he came all over her ass. He hadn't taken the time to even think about putting a condom on and the last thing he needed was a pregnant whore to follow him back to Charming.

SOA

A few more days and still no changes. Lyla was really starting to worry about Lana. She hadn't been eating or sleeping much. She looked terrible and seemed to be losing weight already. She talked to Opie the day before and the guys were supposed to be back by that evening. Hopefully once Happy was back he'd be able to talk to Lana and snap her out of this. She could only imagine how hard this was on her, but she was hopeful Happy would be able to get through to her. Neither she nor Gemma had been able to, despite their best efforts.

"Lana, come on. Let's get you home so you can shower and eat something. Happy's gonna be back tonight." She tugged on Lana's arm, but she just pulled it back out of her grasp. "Lana." She said a little louder. "If you don't get your ass out of this chair now and go home and shower, I'm gonna have one of the guys physically drag you out of here."

"Fuck off Lyla." Lana said, not even looking at the blonde.

Lyla sighed and pulled out her phone. "Hey Gemma, can you send Half Sack to St. Thomas? I need some muscle. K, thanks."

Just as she hung up Lana stood and faced her. "Happy fucking left. He cares more about the fucking club than he does me. So fuck him. Now leave me the hell alone." She said cruelly.

Lyla just leaned against the wall and didn't say anything else until Half Sack showed up. "I need to get her home and she won't go willingly." She said when he came in.

Sack looked at Lyla skeptically for a minute. He moved closer to her and lowered his voice so Lana couldn't hear him. "You want me to force her out of here against her will? She's crazy and I'm starting to think you're just as insane."

Lyla sighed. "Who are you more afraid of?" Half Sack raised an eyebrow at her. "Ok, stupid question." She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, she's wasting away in here."

"Ya know, I can fucking hear you." Lana snapped. "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

Half Sack sighed, knowing Lyla was right. "You fucking owe me." He said to her before moving to Lana.

He moved in front of her and bent slightly to lift her out of the chair. She pushed him away initially, but he grabbed her arms and lifted her over his shoulder.

"Put me the fuck down!" She shouted at him. He ignored her and carried her out of the room as she hit his back, cussing at him the whole way. Lyla shot apologetic looks and offered the occasional quick explanation as they moved down the halls and outside. Sack threw her into the backseat and Lyla drove off as soon as he closed the door, before Lana had the chance to get back out of the car.

Lyla drove to the clubhouse and got out of her car, opening the door to a pissed off Lana. "I'm sorry, but you needed to get out of there. Now please go take a shower." She pleaded.

Lana stepped out of the car and looked at the blonde. "Fuck you." She spat and then headed towards the clubhouse. Her car was back at the hospital and she knew no one else would give her a ride back there so she had no other choice unless she walked and if she was perfectly honest, she felt too weak for anything physical at the moment.

She walked inside and went straight to Kozik's room. She showered and then collapsed on his bed, burying her face in his pillow.

She was woken hours later by what she immediately recognized as Happy's hand rubbing slow circles on her back. The room was dark and she slowly turned her head and glared at him.

Happy felt guilty seeing the hurt and angry expression on her face. "I'm sorry." He said. "Shit's been dealt with."

Lana didn't want to hear anything he had to say at the moment. She turned back over and got up, heading for the bathroom. When she came back out, she left the light on so the room wasn't completely dark. She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, watching him for a moment.

He sighed and raised his hand up to his face. "What do you want me to say Lana?" He asked desperately, rubbing his head.

Lana furrowed her brow and moved back towards the bed. She grabbed the hand he had just run over his face, seeing what looked an awful lot like fingernail scratches. She looked back at his face, but he wouldn't look her in the eyes.

She dropped his hand and reached out to slap him across the face. He raised his eyes to her and stood. The only bitch that had ever had the nerve to hit him hadn't gotten away with it. He moved toward her, but she stood her ground.

As he towered over her, she was so pissed that she couldn't help but reach up and slap him a second time. "Get the fuck out." She said quietly, but harshly. Happy hesitated. "I said get the fuck out!" Lana said louder, pushing him this time.

He finally gave in and turned towards the door. He glanced back at her as he stood in the doorway. "Go!" She yelled and he left, slamming the door angrily.