Tara had been back for about two weeks now and falling back into old habits seemed like a strange notion to her. She hadn't seen him or any of the Sons yet, which was a good thing. Truth was, Tara didn't even know why she had come back to Charming in the first place. Maybe it was because she wanted to feel safe, maybe because she thought her crazy, stalkerish ex wouldn't follow her there when he had everything going for him in Chicago... She didn't know. Yet, there she was, starting her second week at St. Thomas, laying low and minding her own business. Most people there didn't seem to know her, which was nice. It gave her a nice feeling of being someplace new, where she was going to have to go through the process of learning names and positions, who to speak with when something came up, things of sort.
It was supposed to be a quiet evening, or so she thought. Doing rounds was going smoothly, since not much happened in Charming. Perhaps that was why she had chosen the small Californian town instead of the busy, dangerous city in Illinois. Perhaps, but she still wasn't sure. Her father's house didn't feel like home, she was tired of dealing with his shit on top of hers... Old bills, the man was a complete hoarder, the car wasn't working that well, the mattress hurt her back, to name a few of the problems that being back in Charming meant. Oh well. She would live, Tara reckoned. Anyways, yes. It was supposed to be a quiet, normal evening in St. Thomas' Hospital, but, before she knew she was bringing in a pregnant woman who was overdosing, and who, was also tied up to that one family that Tara was trying to steer clear from.
The poor baby was one hell of a fighter. Tara feared for his life, but she wanted to help in this case. If anything, she wanted to do for old times' sake maybe? Hell if she knew. But what mattered was that the baby was alive, although in a bed shape, but alive nonetheless. Things happened so fast, that she didn't even remember if they were still on the same day or if one or two days had passed. She couldn't even remember the last time that she had slept properly, so a couple of days had possibly gone by. Tara remembered talking to Axel about the baby's condition, the procedures they would have to put him through and what could happen during those, but it wasn't until she saw Jax standing in that corridor in the light of day that she felt the weight of her tiredness. The brunette had been living off coffee and energy drinks, but at least, she had been able to help save that baby's life.
Pressing her lips together, she shoved her hands down her white coat's pockets and took a deep breath through her nose. Axel had told her beforehand that Jax was in town and that she was looking after his older brother's baby, and she thought that this would make things easier, but seeing him was something else entirely. "Hey." Tara sighed, pulling one hand from her pockets and to scratch her brow with her thumb, before her green eyes met his blue ones. "So, your baby is going to be fine." She offered him a small, tired yet genuine smile. "Wendy didn't make it... I--I'm sorry. I didn't know if you guys were together or not, but." With a shrug, the brunette looked away for a second, taking in the bright shade of gold from his hair, that seemed to gleam under the light of the sun, coming in from the windows. "Dr. Namid did an excellent job. I think you'd be happy."
