drownedindreams: ([s6] crushed)
Tara Knowles ([personal profile] drownedindreams) wrote2014-04-18 12:21 am

the crowd is waiting for the final kiss, the one that allows them to sleep well

She was able to get in to see him because she was a surgeon. Jax was in the ICU; he'd experienced massive blood loss, trauma - his O2 levels had been shot, but now he was in stable condition and they were waiting for him to wake up from the sedation from post surgery. He'd woken up briefly in the recovery room, but he'd been moved to the ICU and even though visitor's hours were over, she'd stay. She'd just stay, because she couldn't not stay.

He had a pain pump, and his assets - his assets, which included his kutte that had to be peeled off his back - they'd been gathered up by the nurses after the fact, and put into bags that sat in the drawer by the bed. She sat by his bed, holding his hand. She'd never put back on her bandage after his surgery, and she was still in scrubs; she'd been awake twenty two hours at this point, but she wouldn't sleep, she'd be here. She'd be here, for him, until he woke up. Her free hand that wasn't holding his scrubbed at her cheeks as she pulled in a breath, and she exhaled slowly, just watching his chest rise and fall.
consciencedcowardice: (Lost my center)

[personal profile] consciencedcowardice 2014-04-18 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
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?"