"Holy fuck..." Jax drags her in, the dogs nudging at her knees and calves from behind. Though they've always been friendly to him, Jax thinks that they're far more empathetic with Tara, especially as they whine plaintively and look at her with wagging tails.

Not giving damn about the blood, Jax holds her in his arms and kisses her hair. This isn't supposed to be their life, not anymore. "Figures you were busy saving live."