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Technically, it's her day off. That's why she wasn't in her labcoat or her scrubs, why she settled herself in the chair next to Jackson's bed early in the morning after she's dropped off the boys with the McCalls because... because they were lifesavers. Because she and Jax had been so lucky to find people who were truly compassionate and who cared.

Sunlight streamed through the windows in his room, and he was still asleep when she moved to pull his kutte out of her bag, and slowly kept working on sewing it back together. She had sinew and suturing needles, and skin was skin, as weird as it sounded. She hadn't told him that it had to be cut off of him, didn't tell him what bad shape it was in - but it could be repaired, and she was working on it.

He'd been in the hospital for three and a half days now, and things were... better. Not great, still, but better. They hadn't talked about the ring thing, again. They hadn't talked about her complete breakdown, and if Tara had her way.... they wouldn't talk about it. Her head was bent as she carefully worked on putting the left shoulder back together; luckily they'd missed his patches when they'd cut it apart. She didn't notice that he'd woken, instead staring down at the black leather with her lower lip between her teeth as she carefully sewed it back together.

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She really should have expected it sooner. She should have expected him to say something that he'd already said to her, and it was the reminder - both a good and bad reminder, that he was the same man. He was the same man that'd only changed because of his circumstances.

She sobered just a little, still smiling. Her fingers twined tight with his, and she took his hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Yeah, well. We're not going to talk about the things that Prince Charmings do for their ladies." She leaned forward, and kissed him then, her voice low. "I love you. And I've been swept since I was fifteen. It's never going to change, I will always love you."

She smiled, and really... there was nowhere she'd rather be than with him in that hospital room, letting all her worries pass her by, even if it was just for a little while.

He'd come to love those golden moments, probably because they were so fleeting. They were like treasures he had to fix into his memory while he tried to polish other moments until everything gleamed.

"Well I never said I was Prince Charming. I'm just Jax and I'm all yours." Tara didn't need an ideal, he was slowly learning, nor could he ever be one. He needed to be Jax, the best version of himself possible.

"But I'll try to keep sweeping you away."