Requested by an Anon: Reader is a night trauma nurse and she comes in when Jax is rushed in with a GSW to the test. Over time the two fall in love during Jax"s recovery. Reader ends up breaking off whatever they had between and disappears from Jax
The rules were simple, you never said the Q word; or any variation of the word. I sat at the end of my patient’s bed, wondering what asshat had uttered the word.
It couldn’t have been anyone on night shift, we all knew better. Most likely it was someone leaving from day shift, as they left, uttering the phrase. “Have a quiet night!”
It wasn’t a well wish among coworkers, it was an evil wish from some bitter being. An hour after my shift started, all hell broke loose. A horrible car accident, a knife wound, meth lab explosion, and my patient a gun shot wound, to the chest.
I glanced at my patient, still out of it from surgery, I smiled. I didn’t know him personally, but I knew of him; what he and his club did for our town. Their methods may be unorthodox, but it kept out town safe.
I heard him let out a groan. his eyes fluttered open. He tried to sit up, I jumped up from my seat, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Whoa! You just had major surgery.”
I started to do a neuro an assessment on him. “Mr. Teller, do you know where you are?”
“It’s Jax and heaven?” He smiled at me, he breathed slowly.
“Not even close!” I smiled.
“St. Thomas Hospital, I was shot.”
“I’m (Y/N), I’ll be your nurse tonight, you’re in the ICU. What is your pain level. from 1-10″”
“10 plus!” He grimaced in pain.
“I can take care of that for you, don’t be afraid to ask for your pain meds.”
Jax stayed in the ICU for a total of two weeks, he was my patient every night I worked. He grew stringer, and we got closer. When he went to the Med/Surg floor to finish his recovery, I’d stop by to visit him before and after my shift.
On my nights off, I’d come in and see him, by the time he was released two weeks later; we’d been “dating” for that long. We’d had hours to get to know each other, and had fallen in love.
Nothing prepared me for “the life”, for being Jax Teller’s old lady. The always being in danger and having someone guard me or on lock down; was something I never got use to.
Then there was Gemma, always butting into our business. Telling me how to be a good old lady, while some lessons were appreciated, others were ones I never wanted to learn.
Some of the guys I could tolerate, believe it or not a few of them had manners and knew how to act. Opie and Chibs were like two big brothers, and protective over me. Happy scared the hell out of me, and Tig was disturbing. Then there was Juice, he was just a sweetheart.
Last but not least, the club whores; it didn’t seem to matter to them that Jax had an Old lady. It was the fact that I hadn’t taken his crow yet, it wasn’t official, therefore he was free game. I was too old to be knocking bitches out, I had to trust him.
He had asked me to take his crow, and I was thinking about it, but it was a tattoo; it was permanent. He said he understood, and was being patient, and was waiting. I mean we’d only been together for three months, this was a big commitment.
I didn’t take time to change out of my scrubs, because of low census I got sent home early and put on call. Between runs, other club bull shit, and my job; Jax and I hadn’t been able to spend much time together.
Maybe that was my fear with the whole commitment issue, what if he woke up one day and decided that he didn’t want me anymore. That he was only “in love” with me because I helped nurse him back to health,
I pulled into the lot, the party was in full swing. I waved to Opie as I walked in, the funny look on his face should have tipped me off. Chibs trying to distract me should have been another clue.
I passed him off to a croweater, making my way to Jax’s room.Opening the door quietly, my jaw dropped. The occupants too “busy” to notice me. I shut the door quickly leaving. I couldn’t erase Jax being blown by a croweater, while another rode his face from my mind.
I drove to the hospital, telling them I needed to leave immediately for a family emergency. I wasn’t sure if I would be back, that I was taking my PTO as my notice.
I ran to the house, leaving my phone on the counter, packing some clothes, I left his house for the last time. I took a cab to the airport. I bought a ticket for wherever was leaving in the next hour.
SIX MONTHS LATER
QUIET! I really loved that word, sitting in my house in the middle of southern Illinois, I relaxed because I didn’t have to deal with biker chaos anymore.
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