Hey everyone! This is just something new I am playing with. I wrote it on my phone so please excuse any errors and the way my phone formats things.

As always, let me know what you guys think!

DDM~

I tapped my foot impatiently as the elevator carried me to the upper floor of the hospital. The doors barley opened before I was hurrying down the hall, boots clicking on the tile floor on my way to the waiting room. I turned the corner and caught sight of the guys all gathered, pacing and sitting in horrible little plastic chairs.

The only woman in the room saw me first and hurried forward to greet me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Stupid gash, she OD'd. Jax asked me to go check on her because he hadn't gotten a doctor bill from her. I found her laying on the kitchen floor." Gemar scowled.

"Oh my god." I shook my head in disbelief. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and I looked up into the face of my handsome, blond best friend. He looked pale, a mixture of worry and anger making his features sharper.

"Is the baby ok?" I asked.

"He is premature, obviously, has a tear in his abdomen , and he has the 'Family Flaw'. Jax said, sighing and leaning his forehead against the top of my head. Even in heels he was taller than me.

"When do they operate?"

"As soon as they get him stable enough. He will be in the incubator for quite a while afterwards so they can monitor him." Gema said when it was clear Jax wasn't ready to come out of my hair.

"Who is operating? Which doctor?"

"That's part of the kicker," Gema grumbled. "One of them is..."

The sound of someone clearing their throat caught everyone's attention. I turned and felt my eyes go wide. Standing in the door, dressed in scrubs, was a dark haired woman with sharp but pretty facial features, holding clip board.

"Tara." I said stunned, I hadn't realized she was back in town.

She gave me a strained smile and Jax finally pulled back from his hiding place, arm tightening around my waist.

"You are going to help him?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded, "I just have a few forms that need to be signed." She indicated the clipboard she was holding. Jax finally let go of me and took the papers and pen from the doctor. Skimming over the papers he began to scribble. I turned back to Gema.

"How is Wendy?" I asked. I never liked her and she has always hated me, but I didn't wish her harm.

"She is still sedated." Tara answered from behind me. I turned to look at her again. She was frowning at me, another woman who wasn't my biggest fan. Like Wendy and every other Crow Eater who was obsessed with Jax, Tara had always been suspicious of our friendship and often accused Jax of cheating with me while they were dating. People had a hard time believing that he and I were just really good friends.

"You can go see her in a while if you want. She will probably need the company. She is in room 209." She said as she took the papers back from Jax who was still quiet.

"The surgery will take a few hours. Like I said earlier, the surgeon wants to fix his abdomen then, if he is stable enough, we will repair his heart. You can go home if you want, we will call you."

"We'll stay." Gema said simply. Tara frowned at Gem but nodded and turned to leave. Jax came back over to me while Gema left the room in the direction the doctor had gone.

I reached up and took Jax's face in my hands.

"He will be fine." I said firmly. "He is a Teller."

He gave me a small smile before taking my hand and pulling me over to a set of awful chairs.

"The kid will be tough." Tig said as I took the seat next to him.

"Of course he will be." I said. The others around the room nodded. Jax leaned forward and hung his head, hands hanging between his knees. I rubbed his back, the muscles feeling tense beneath my fingers.

"Do you want to go see Wendy?" I asked. He glanced at me with a scowl and I took that as a 'no'.

"I am going to stop by on my way to the cafeteria. I need a drink." I said as I stood. I got only 2 steps before Jax reached out to grab my hand.

I smiled sadly at him as he looked up at me with a lost look in his bright blue eyes.

"I'll be back." I promised.

It took him a few seconds of staring up at me before he nodded and let go of my hand. I left him sitting with the guys as I made my way back down the hall. Wendy's room was on the other side of the floor from the waiting room. I paused at the window and watched Wendy lay in the bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

I knocked gently on the door and her head snapped up to look at me. She frowned when she saw who was disturbing her but I walked in anyway. I sat down in the chair next to her bed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Why?" She snapped at me. "Here to gloat?"

"Why would I do that?" I asked, confused.

"I know you hate me." She said. "Everyone does."

"I don't hate you." I said shrugging. " I don't understand you, but I don't hate you."

She finally looked at me, her pretty face looked so drawn.

"How is Jax doing?" She asked finally. "Is he going to come see me?"

"I don't think he is ready for that yet." I said. "I think he just wants to focus on Abel for right now. They are doing his surgery now."

"Of course you would know what he wants." She spat at me.

"Don't start." I said firmly. "I wanted to see how you were doing, not fight with you. I know you are detoxing so I am not even going to bother going through this again. We've been over it again and again and you are just beating a dead horse at this point."

She scowled at me again.

"You ruined my marriage." She seethed.

I stood up.

"Enough," i said snapped. "Jax and I are just friends, i did not have anything to do with your marriage failing. Your love of crank is what killed your marriage, just like it might kill your son." She flinched as if I had physically struck her. "Try taking some responsibility for your actions and stop blaming everyone else for your poor choices."

She glared at me with tears in her eyes

"Since you have enough energy to pick fights, I will assume that you are feeling better." I turned and headed to the door.

"Can you ask Jax to come see me?" She asked, voice tilting towards a whine.

"You wanted to be nasty and now you want to ask for favors?" I asked as I stopped in the doorway. "Detoxing must be doing a number on your brain."

"Please, Lilly. He listens to you."

"I will ask, but I can't work miracles." I said simply as I left the room and headed toward the cafeteria.