Sometimes he felt like he was rising up out of sleep only to realize that it was so much more beneficial to fall back down. Not permanently, some voice in the back of his head promised, just until he felt better. Stronger. So he drifted in and out, squeezed the hand that was near his.

Today his eyes blinked open and he tried to close them again, only to be run over with pain. Confronted with the fact that he felt like shit, Jax opened his eyes fully and looked at Tara.

"I'm in trouble, huh?"