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Anna didn’t know what was happening outside of this hospital room. She didn’t know if the Ukrainians had been in touch with her dad or the rest of the club since she had been dumped in front of the clubhouse and kept business rolling like nothing had happened. She didn’t know if the club was planning on retaliation for what they had done to a daughter of Samcro or if they had decided that now wasn’t the time to strike back for such a gruesome act of violence on Anna. She was sure that the cops had spoken to her father by now and anyone else that had been around when they found her laying on the pavement in a bloody, writhing heap. Right now she couldn’t remember their faces; they were just blurs to her as she tried to hang on for her life instead of fighting sleep that may cause her to slip into a more permanent slumber.
The cops had already tried talking to her but between the pain that had her incapable of answering questions without groaning and the morphine that kept her asleep through most of her hospital stay, she hadn’t given them much to go. Whatever she said, she kept it vague until she managed to talk to her dad and see what she should say or not say to protect the club. What a funny thing to think. Here she was cut up and wrapped in bandages and she was still thinking about what was best for the club.
❝ Yeah… ❞ She just managed to breathe out a response to his small joke, trying to keep everything lighthearted for her when she was in such a fragile state right now. Anna had to wonder just how fragile and vulnerable she’d be from this point on and prayed that she could somehow snap back into her old life. Right now, it didn’t seem so likely. Only time would tell how her wounds, both literal and figurative, would heal. ❝ I don’t know. Nobody’s really told me anything. Probably until I can move again. ❞ Not that she had tried to move at all, but just shifting when they needed to change her bandages or check out the different IVs in her arms hurt to just lean more on one side than flat on her stomach.
HOW HAD THE CLUB SCREWED UP SO BADLY ? never before had they made such a huge mistake ; at least DONNA didn’t have to LIVE with their fuck up . but anna was going to be scarred for life , probably HATE them for the rest of her life . he had no clue how to fix this , no clue how to heal her . he didn’t even know how to apologize , much less make up for shit he’d done ; but was this HIS fault ? or was it august ? clay ? he had no idea , supposed to doesn’t fucking matter considering she’d still be laying here with a destroyed back regardless of who was responsible . ❛ 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 . ❜ sure he’d be able to annoy staff enough to get some information out of them ; already had plenty of experience there . his hand lets go of hers , leans back in his chair && lets out a long sigh . a hand running over his face , through black curls && tugging lightly as blue eyes shut . ❛ 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ? ❜ a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that THIS had to be one of his concerns , but the club had to be protected .
