Even over the blaring sirens of the ambulance, Jax could hear the rumble of the motorcycle engines. They helped calm him as he sat in the back of the moving ambulance. He held Tara's hand as tightly as he dared with the IV lines they had jammed into her veins, his lips resting against her fingers. The opposite hand barely lay, more like hovering, over her rounded belly. He could see the paramedic working on her, checking her vital signs, taking notes from the equipment around them and when Jax answered questions.
He heard the engines shift down gears, roaring louder briefly, then he heard them zoom past the side of the ambulance. He felt the ambulance slow as they got closer to one of several intersections between the scene of the accident and the hospital.
Ryan, the paramedic driving, pulled away from the scene of the accident as quickly as he would any other serious accident. His lights and sirens all on and blaring. He kept his eyes on the road, only looking in his rearview when he was going to switch lanes. Then when he did look behind them, he was not prepared to see a set of three Sons of Anarchy club members flanking each side of the ambulance. Approaching the first intersection, he kept the ambulance as steady as he could when he realized the club members had just shot past them and completely stopped in the middle of it.
Taking his foot off the accelerator, "Ann, we may have a problem," he yelled through the opening between the cabin and the back.
Jax could see Ann stand up and peer through the opening out the window. "Sir," he heard Ann say to him, he assumed, so he looked up at her, "Your friends have stopped in the middle of the intersection. They are aware of the severity of your wife's ….."
Without even having to see where his club brothers were he answered, "They are holding off traffic," he explained. He imagined that the driver was not used to having traffic completely cut off for them, even if the patient was in a very serious state, "If the Roosevelt has a problem with it, we will happily take the hit. Right now, I just need you to get my unconscious pregnant wife to the fucking hospital as quickly as possible," he growled out. He returned to just holding her hand, his lips gently brushing across her knuckles, "Stay with me, babe," he whispered to her.
Anna set back to working on her patient, "Is Dr. Knowles on any medications, besides pre-natal vitamins?" she asked well pushing the electronic blood pressure cuff up Tara's arm.
"Labetalol, 100 milligrams twice daily," Jax replied easily, his eyes never leaving Tara's unconscious face, "She ugh," he stumbled on his words, "This pregnancy has been hard on her."
Hearing the blood pressure cuff electronic beep indicating it was done, she jotted down the reading, "Her blood pressure is stable, so that's a good sign."
Looking out the back window briefly, she saw the club members had taken off and caught back up to them. She knew of Dr. Knowles vaguely from the times she had taken patients to Saint Thomas for emergency medical care. She had also seen this guy's mug shot in the paper plenty on times. Most of the articles were stories about brutal crimes that this guy was supposed to have been involved in. But right now, looking at him, all she saw was a man scared to death that he was going to lose his wife and child all at once.
"So how did a bad boy biker like you and good girl doctor like Dr. Knowles get together?"
"I've loved her since we were 16," he spoke softly, "Or at least that's when I realized that was what it was."