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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 292 Fingers Where?

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When Tara left Charming, she'd been especially happy that she would never have to set foot in SAMCRO's clubhouse again. At least she was returning in a position of power. This she might enjoy.

Tara walked in first followed by Sack who was pulling a large white trunk on wheels with a red cross on one side along with the words "Surgical/Medical Supplies". Scarlett walking slowly and haltingly brought up the rear.

Gemma was impressed. Tara didn't know whether that was from the trunk or the fact that Scarlett had actually gotten her to make this return to the clubhouse to save Jax.

Bobby was still with Jax. Chibs warned Bobby when he saw Sack unlock the gate so Bobby could remove the weed from the room. He'd even gotten the air freshener from the bathroom and sprayed it around the room hoping to mask the distinctive odor of weed and make it smell more like fields of wildflowers.

"Did you really think we wouldn't smell the weed?" Scarlett demanded.

"You didn't say no weed," Bobby said.

"It's OK, Scarlett," Tara said. "It's better than pouring whiskey down his throat."

Tara noticed the way Jax's eyes lit up when he saw Scarlett.

"How are you feeling?" Scarlett asked softly.

"Better," Jax insisted. "You didn't tell me you were bringing back Tara with you," Jax said to Scarlett.

"I thought you might insist you would be fine with Chibs digging into you. I was going to get Tara to help whether or not I had your permission."

"Thank you Scarlett," Jax said. "Tara, thanks for coming. I think I might be beyond Chibs' training."

"Jax, I'm here because Scarlett came to me and it's you. I wouldn't do this for anyone else. I have some conditions. Could you, Sack, get one of those tables out in the clubhouse and put my trunk on it."

"If you need any more weed . . ." Bobby said.

"No. I'll be dealing with Jax medically," Tara said tartly. "No weed. I only want the very minimum of people. I need someone to hand me things."

"I'll do that," Scarlett volunteered quickly.

"Are you going to be OK with the blood?"

"I will have to be."

Sack brought the table in and put the trunk on the table.

"OK, I don't need you anymore," Tara said. "Let's clear everyone else out."

Bobby and Sack left.

"I'm Juice. I've got my fingers in some of Jax's bullet holes."

"You get to stay then, Juice."

"I have a couple of conditions for treating you. You don't have bullet wounds. You're going to say you injured your ankle. We'll get crutches and I've got ankle bandages. You get out of town for four or five days to recover. You follow my instructions to the letter and to make that happen, Scarlett takes care of you. She's the only one I trust to do it right."

Jax nodded.

"I know this is a huge risk for you," he said. "You have my word that I will follow your instructions and take every precaution you want me to. I need to be at a club meeting tomorrow afternoon. After that, I'll leave town. Scarlett has a place that no one knows about."

"OK."

"I don't have everything with me. I need a few things," Tara said.

She began writing out prescriptions and a separate list.

"Come with me," Tara said to Scarlett.

She waited until they were out of earshot.

"I might need back-up."

"I've got my gun with me if we have to shoot our way out," Scarlett whispered.

Tara laughed.

They returned to the bar area of the clubhouse.

"OK. Gemma, I've written some scripts for you but they're for Jax. You need to take them in person and get them because some of them are for controlled substances and you have to show ID. One is for Oxy. No illegal Oxy for Jax. That stuff is dangerous. You don't know what the hell you're getting. Sometimes it's laced with Fentanyl and a little bit of that stuff will kill you. There's a 24 hour pharmacy on 3rd and Marsh you can get them filled at. I've also written down crutches and the bandages on a list. They have them there.

"Jax has agreed to all of my conditions. He didn't get shot. He has an ankle injury. I can't be connected with this. Scarlett and Jax are leaving for a few days right after some meeting tomorrow. She'll take care of him. She's the only one I trust."

"She can barely take care of herself," Gemma said.

"At least I wasn't the one who got him shot," Scarlett said.

"That's a good point," Bobby said.

"Chibs, do you know how much blood Jax lost?"

Chibs was only slightly more sober since he'd quit drinking a half hour ago.

"A unit, maybe a bit more."

"Get these filled now," Tara said handing the stack of scripts to Gemma. "and get the stuff on the list."

"Can you save him?" Gemma asked.

"As long as he doesn't get an infection."

"Have you ever even treated a bullet wound?"

"Yes I have, but maybe instead of having a real doctor you would prefer to call a zoo and see how that works for Jax."

"Tig, take Gemma to the drugstore," Clay said.

"One last thing," Tara said. "I need something to use as an IV stand."

"You can use the coat stand in the chapel," Chibs said. "I'll get it."

Tara and Scarlett returned to Jax's room. Chibs brought in the coat stand and helped Tara hook the saline sack to the stand.

"I'm sorry, Jackie boy. Should have known better than to dig around on you like that."

"You did your best," Jax said.

Scarlett just looked at Chibs.

"It wasn't good enough. Shouldn't have been so drunk. That didn't help."

He gave Scarlett a nod and left.

Tara inserted the IV in Jax's hand started the saline flowing and pushed a vial of antibiotics through the line.

"I'm going to clean out everything, numb you up so you don't have as much pain and then I'll get the bullets out and sew you up. The cleaning out part may hurt, but it shouldn't be any worse than the pain you've already gone through.

"First, though, I'm going to take a few minutes get the tray out of the kit and lay out everything I'm going to need. It saves time. Scarlett, why don't you sit by Jax while I'm doing this."

Scarlett sat down and spoke softly to Jax, soothing him.

"Almost ready," Tara said putting a disposable surgical gown on. She went into the bathroom to wash her hands. She returned and put a paper surgical mask over her face. Scarlett put on gloves and helped Tara put on the heavier surgeon's gloves.

"All doctors carry such a huge trunk of stuff?" Jax asked.

"No, it's an emergency preparedness deal for the hospital. They got a grant so all surgeons got a trunk of stuff. Never thought I'd really use it."

Tara removed the sheet. Jax was naked from the waist down since Chibs had cut his jeans off. She draped off all the areas with disposable sheets so only his left butt cheek and upper left thigh were exposed.

"Did Chibs at least clean the area with alcohol?"

"I don't think so."

"It's going to burn a little, but I don't want to put another hole in you until everything is sterile."

Jax groaned.

"Now, the fun part," Tara said.

"There's a fun part?" Jax asked skeptically.

"Yeah, Juice, exactly where are your fingers?" Tara asked.

"Well, Chibs grabbed them and shoved them into the bullet holes."

"I know that. Where exactly did he shove your fingers?"

"In his ass," Juice said looking down.

"What?" Jax yelped in surprised. "I just felt pain. I didn't know where they were."

"Well, Chibs did it. It was less shoving them into Jax's ass and more ramming them up his ass. That's not gay though, right?"

Juice asked Tara. He hadn't made eye contact with Jax yet.

"Fuck me," Jax said. "I'm never going to live this down."

"How do you think I feel?" Juice demanded. "Why didn't Chibs use his own damned fingers?"

Scarlett and Tara exchanged looks.

"OK. I'm a doctor and a surgeon. This is the official medical opinion. If one guy shoves his fingers up another man's ass as a medical necessity to keep the guy from bleeding out, not gay. If it's for sexual pleasure, it's gay."

"That's still not going to stop you two from being the butt of many jokes," Scarlett said.

Scarlett and Tara giggled. Jax and Juice still couldn't make eye contact.

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A/N During the regional charters meeting to talk about the Mayans and war, there will be a SHOCKING development that no one will see coming and I'm not overselling it.

Another Note: I usually try to base things I write on reality, but the medical stuff in this chapter is completely made up including first responder surgeons carrying a handy trunk of supplies. About the only thing that is correct is how dangerous illegal Oxy is because users don't know what they are getting.