Day 26

Jax stood in a long line of other inmates waiting to use the collect call phones. Not even a month on the inside and he was already going stir crazy. The routine was mind-numbing; especially for a man who never did the same thing day in and day out. Jax was use to going where he wanted when he wanted. The last time he could remember having any sort of normal routine was when he was in high school and even then when it got to be too much he just skipped classes.

Jax was lost in his revere when he felt a violent shove from behind. Just as his brain was registering that he was under attack, the metal from a phone cord bit into his throat. His brain went into overdrive reading him to fight back. Then, from out of nowhere, a man approached him.

In a heavily accented voice, the man said "Nothing personal. It's just business." Then there was a searing pain in Jax's chest as the man sunk a shank into his chest three times.

The pain was overwhelming and blood starting seeping from the wounds. Jax fell against the wall and slipped to the floor. He could feel his blood leaving his body, a hot pool forming under him. He was fighting to stay alert. He knew if he let himself lose consciousness that he would be dead. He focused his mind on his son, Abel, and his mother, Gemma. They were both waiting for him to return home in under 14 months.

"Inmate down! Inmate down!" Jax heard a guard yelling. It sounded far away, like it was in another part of the prison. It would be just his luck that these assholes had hit another inmate in another part of the prison to distract the guards from the attack on him.

Jax felt hands move him onto a gurney. "Talk to me, Teller." A guard demanded. He knew the voice. It was one of the regular guards on his pod. This guard was one of the good ones; he cared about the inmates and actually took the time to talk to him and get to know him a little bit.

All Jax could manage in response was a moan. Jax could feel the gurney moving, he could see the light change behind his eyelids. His chest felt like it was on fire. It hurt with breath. He felt the guards secure the straps around his wrists, binding him to the gurney.

"Jackson, you need to talk to me." The guard said again.

"Monty," Jax whispered letting the guard know that he was aware of what was going on.

"Give me the story," A female voice commanded.

"Jackson Teller, 32, shanked three times in the left chest." The guard, Monty, explained to the female voice. "Lost a lot of blood on the pod before we got him here."

Jax's eyes were forced open and a light was shined into them. He focused on the woman hovering above him. She had light brown hair and deep blue eyes. "Am I dead? Is this heaven?"

"Honey, if this is heaven, I want a redo." The woman laughed. "I'm Doctor Samson, the attending physician today." She quickly set to work examining his wounds. "You're very lucky, Mr. Teller."

"Don't I know it." Jax whispered.

"Three more inches to the right and we wouldn't be having this conversation." She said seriously. "Whoever did this missed your lungs and your heart, not for a lack of trying. You'll be in the medical ward for a couple of weeks. We'll want to make sure that these wounds don't get infected. Is there anybody you want me to call?"

"His step-father is on the same pod as him. I can let Clay know what happened." Monty said.

"I'm going to get a nurse in here to help me stitch you up; you'll likely need a blood transfusion. If all goes well, you'll be walking out of here as good as new." She said.

Jax nodded, not able to form words at that moment. He just wanted to sleep until he could leave this hell hole and resume his life outside of the cement walls that he currently lived in. He got an hour outside daily. It was torture having to spend so much time inside. He was a California man born and bred. He spent the majority of his time outside, in the sun.

"You want me to go get the step-dad?" Monty asked the doctor.

"I'm sure he's heard all about the attack already. Just give him an update, let him know that Mr. Teller's in the medical ward and is stable." Doctor Samson said. "He can have visitors in a couple of days depending on how things go."

The guard nodded and opened the door that led out into a hall and into the rest of the prison. "Deke's down at the end of the hall if you need him but you're safe with this one." Monty said hooking his thumb at Jax.

"Don't they all say that?" The doctor said, shooting Monty a smile.

Jax grimaced as he felt a poke. "You don't have to worry about me, darlin." He said. His voice was gravely and sounded foreign to his ears.

"All criminals say that." She smiled at him. "I don't trust anybody in here except Monty and Karina."

"What about me?" A redheaded nurse asked as she entered the room.

"I trust you. Help me stitch him up." The doctor said.

"Yes, ma'am." Karina smiled. "Heard you took the graveyard shift tonight at St. Thomas. Are you fucking crazy?"

"You work at St. Thomas?" Jax asked as the doctor positioned his arm to give her full access to his wounds.

"I've worked there for three months." The doctor said. "Some of us decided to volunteer our services here."

"That's because some of us have to escape our homes as much as possible." The nurse said. Jax caught the look the doctor shot her. He wondered what it was about. What could the doctor have to escape from?

"I haven't seen you around Charming." Jax said trying to stay focused on the two women who were stitching him up instead of the pain in his chest.

"I'm usually at the hospital or here." The doctor said simply. "The pain meds should kick in soon if you're uncomfortable."

Jax wanted to smirk at the way she changed the subject but he was starting to feel exhausted. He listened with half an ear as the two women talked as they worked on sewing his cuts closed. He heard the doctor ask the nurse to get some blood to give him. He was starting to feel cold. As if the doctor could read his mind, she pulled a blanket over him.

"Once we replace some of the blood you lost, you should feel better." She smiled reassuringly at him. "Of course for the next couple of days, you're going to feel pretty shitty."

"Of course." Jax said before exhaustion washed over him.

Day 27

"How was your shift last night, Corrie?" Karina asked Dr. Samson early the next morning.

"Pretty uneventful." Jax heard the doctor from yesterday answer. He kept from smiling as the name flowed over him. Her name was Corrie. He kind of liked that. "How are our patients this morning?"

"So far so good. Nothing new came in overnight." Karina answered.

Corrie snorted. "Really? Would have thought, at least, that Delaney would make an appearance." Jax perked up at Otto's last name. "He's about due to harass us for a few days."

"I think he's scared to come back." Karina laughed as she flipped through some charts.

"I wasn't that hard on him." Corrie replied laughing back at Karina.

"You told him if that if he came back for fighting again or sent anybody else in here, you were going to send him for a psych eval and get him on meds to make him a walking zombie." Karina answered.

"I saw him nine times in 30 days." Corrie said. "It was time somebody said something. How's Teller doing?" Corrie refused to look in Karina's eyes. Karina, though 10 years older than Corrie, had become one of Corrie's best friends. Karina could see right through Corrie like nobody else and Corrie did not want Karina picking up on the fact that Corrie had not been able to stop thinking about the blonde haired inmate that ended up in the medical ward the previous day.

"They didn't report anything to me when I got here except that it was a quiet night." Karina shrugged.

"Good." Corrie nodded.

"Hey," Monty said coming into the room.

"Mornin, doll face." Corrie smiled at him.

"Gonna bring Morrow in to see Teller in a few minutes. Dan was on their pod last night and said Morrow didn't sleep at all." Monty said.

"Sounds good." Corrie said.

They got their morning routine out of the way, making sure meds were dispensed to the five inmates currently in the med ward. Monty brought a gray haired man into the ward. Corrie noticed that the man had intense blue eyes. She knew him vaguely from having checked his hands when he first entered the prison. He looked sad and worried.

"Jesus, Jax, who did this to you?" He asked his step-son.

Jax shot a pointed look at the doctor and Clay nodded understanding what Jax was trying to convey. They could discuss the who of the attack when Jax was back in his regular cell. Right now, wasn't the time or the place to talk. There were too many innocents that could hear some things that didn't need to be heard outside of the Club.

"How're you feeling?" Clay asked.

"Like I got shanked." Jax said sighing.

Clay smiled. "See you haven't lost your sense of humor." Clay turned to the doctor and was struck by her beauty. Clay looked back at Jax. It would only be a matter of time before Jax was taken with the doctor, Clay could tell. "How long he in for?" Clay asked the doctor.

"At least ten days. I don't want him in gen pop until the stitches come out." The doctor replied. Corrie walked to the other side
of the room to work on some charts.

"I don't care who this was." Clay said quietly to Jax so that nobody would overhear. "We are going to destroy them once we're out of this shit hole."

Jax nodded. He knew that the Russians would pay once Clay got word that this was over the gun shit that went down before they came inside. The Russians were pissed that the Sons had taken out their Irish pipeline.

"Morrow!" Monty yelled. "Time's up."

"Get better." Clay said to Jax. "Take good care of him, Doc."

"Always do." Corrie smiled at him.

Shit, Clay thought, Jax is going to be head over heels for that one before his ten days are up.

"How is he?" Tig asked eagerly when Clay returned.

"He's okay." Clay said. "Monty said that it was close but Jax should be back in gen pop in ten days. Don't worry, boys," Clay said, "he's in good hands."

"What's that mean?" Juice asked.

"Means he's got a very pretty doctor looking after him." Clay smiled.

"That's all he needs is another doctor to beak him even more." Juice said.

"Nah, he needs somebody to remind him what's good in life." Bobby said. "Since Tara broke his heart a second time, Jax has been just surviving. He needs a woman to help get him sane again."

"Well, we'll see what happens." Clay said. "But just by looking at her, she's his type. Dark hair, beautiful eyes, nice rack. A doctor, so she's smart. I have a feeling Jax will be himself by the time he's returned to us."

"Who did this?" Tig asked.

"He couldn't say right then but when we find out, we take care of it." Clay said.

A/N: Hope you all like the first chapter. Since I have two other stories going right now, I'll update this sporadically until I finish one of my other stories and can make this one a priority. This first chapter was just screaming in my head. :) This was supposed to be called "Doctor" but I didn't like that title. Karina, the nurse, is based on the nurse Tara works with in Stockton but she will not face the same fate as that nurse. Corrie Samson is Jax's doctor. Monty I picture to look like Michael Clarke Duncan.

A big update that I think people will be interested in is that I've decided to put Thomas into this story. And I mean Thomas as in Jax's brother. Thomas, Jax's son does not exist in this story but Abel does. Tara still lives in Charming and works at St. Thomas. She's broken Jax's heart again but I'm still trying to work out the details of how that will look.