Oddly enough in the middle of her sleep, Ginger woke up and looked up at Opie and smiled before feeling inspired by how he rescued her. She felt the need to sing an acoustic version of a song written by artist David Archuleta, Crush,
"Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you... You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized.
I just got to know, do you ever think, and I've just got to know…
Do you ever think when you're all alone, all that we could be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or just falling in love?
"Is it real or just another crush? Opie smiled down at Ginger feeling her lace her fingers through his own, and he felt like he could try harder to move past the heartbreak Donna left him with. His heart seemed to be beating and stitching itself back together metaphorically even as he cradled her across his lap. "Ginger? Do you know the song A Thousand Years? I believe Christina Perri sings it if you do." Did Ginger know the song her new potential lover mentioned? You bet your ass she did. It happened to be one of her favorite songs as well as being featured in the final movie of the books she adored to read. Smiling at Opie once more, Ginger cleared her throat before entertaining the interior of the van with her singing again, not that they minded she was sure.

Ginger felt the van driven by Chibs come to a stop slowly to as not to spill her off of Opie's lap. She clung tighter to Opie even as the van doors were opened and Opie stepped out of the van carrying her into the hospital. "I'll be with you the entire time…" He whispered into her ear as she was set in a wheelchair and pushed to the registration area. Ginger simply sighed as he worked on figuring out how to get her a room to see a doctor. "Opie? Think we could see Jax?" Opie quirked his mouth bending down to her eye level, "What's the matter? Am I not fun enough for you?" He joked pretending to sock her across the face. "Nah. You're totally fun… I just wanted to have more fun than sitting here staring at a wall you dork." Opie rolled his eyes before kissing the top of her head softly. "Your wish is my command Princess." He found out where the labor and maternity ward was before pushing her in that direction. Jax paced back and forth in the small hallway thinking about whether he would be a good father for his son Wendy was in the process of giving birth to. He looked up, seeing Opie and breathed a sigh of relief; "You look how I feel…" Ginger stated before an announcement stated she was needed back in the patient ward. "Jax… You'll be fine. Besides, you'll be a great father." Opie stated simply before pushing Ginger away to get checked out. He waved seeing Gemma with a nurse to assist in Ginger's recovery. "Gemma? I think I've fallen in love with her… Is that normal?" Gemma punched then hugged Opie. "Don't mess with me boy. If you aren't messing, then yes it is perfectly fine!"

"The nurse bent down to Ginger's eye level and smiled softly, "I understand you were in quite a bit of a shattering mess today, but we'll fix you up even though it may take a bit to get you up to one hundred percent again. My name is Tara Knowles and I've been friends with the club for years to help them whenever they've gotten into pinches of trouble." Tara smiled motioning for Opie to push Ginger along the linoleum path towards the operating room where the doctor would be along shortly. Gemma followed behind and motioned for him to leave the room once he helped her onto the bed. Gemma helped the rest of the way with getting her into the cute operating gown that was pink and had motorcycles over it. Ginger giggled at the look of the gown, but after she was tied shut in the gown, she heard a knock on the door, and seeing it open it was Clay, Gemma's husband and First Nine President walk in. She reached for his hand squeezing it gently as she could see that he was dealing with an issue in his hands. "Would Opie or another member be able to help shift me onto the bed? I don't mind people being here while the doctor does what they need to…" She trailed off even as Opie shifted her into a more comfortable position followed by the doctor to examine her lower half of her body and understand why she could not feel anything below her hips. Upon viewing the x-rays, "I have to believe when the train smashed into your vehicle, which thank heavens you were wearing your safety harness, you need physical therapy and assistance to walk. Basically a partial wheelchair and crutches that attach to the backs of your arms for you to hold on to while you walk around after completing your therapy."

Hearing the news, while Ginger knew there was always the possibility of what she heard, thoughts filled her head and her head fell into her hands sobbing over the news. Looking at his club brothers, Opie motioned for them to leave until she ceased her crying, and Clay managed to guide them out kissing Gemma's cheek, but Piney remained behind. Ginger grabbed Opie's hand eventually, her sobs beginning to wane and taking a box of tissues from Gemma drying her tears before blowing her nose. "I apologize, but I did not expect to be hit emotionally with that particular news." Piney nodded as he breathed through his oxygen tank and patted her leg; he knew she was unable to physically feel anything below her waist much like him. "I do have plans to look into the possibility of surgery to at least get some feeling in my legs. I'm young... I shouldn't have to go through the rest of my life not having any feeling in my legs. I'm stubborn enough to do it too Opie." She gave him a legitimate serious look before the doctor entered to hear the last part of what she was saying. "If you want that particular surgery, I can look into it while you're going through physical therapy Ginger. Where will you be living?" Gemma spoke up at that point, "She will be living with Clay and I as our adoptive daughter. I'll make sure she gets the care she needs and will go get the adoptive paperwork today." Gemma winked at Ginger in a way that said she was family no questions asked.