Sons of Anarchy (I need a proper title)

"Not while you're drunk"

Opie and Happy came out of the Clubhouse when they saw us coming.
They knew something was up.
Chibs backed up his bike slowly to park it.
Happy then helped me of the bike, but he didn't know about my shoulder and pressed onto it. I hissed loudly out of pain, Happy looked shocked and saw what he had just done, as the blood was all over Jax's flannel
"I am sorry" he quickly said.
Chibs took of the Helmet for me and hang it back over the handlebar.
"Let's get her inside!" he said and Happy hold on to me, helping me walk.
Clay looked up "What the hell is she doing back here?" he shouted
"She just got shot Clay, and she is going to stay at the Cabin" Jax said, who had been told by Chibs what had happened
"Since when does the VP make decisions without asking his President?" Clay hissed through gritted teeth
"You want a Vote on it?" Jax glared at him, Clay looked around and saw he would lose that vote "Do what you want! But if one of you gets killed because of her, don't come crying to me!" Clay walked to the Bar and got handed a beer.
"Where do you want her?" Happy asked Chibs "Bring her into the Chapel".
Chibs then quickly got some wound cleaning products.
Happy pulled up a Chair for me
"The wound is in the back of the shoulder" he said, so I sat down facing the lean.
My Arms on the lean. Chibs came in
"You will need to take your shirt off" , he put all the things he needed on the table, I threw a look at him
"Well how am I or Tara supposed to look at that shot wound?"
~Alright that makes sense~ I took Jax's flannel off and pulled the black vest I wore underneath over my head.
Now I was just sitting there, in Joggers and a black lace bra. For a second Chibs just starred at me, an awkward silent surrounding us.
Heat went into my face and I quickly looked away
"You going to get on with the Job or what?" Chibs raised one eyebrow but didn't say anything. Pulled up a Chair behind me, I saw his legs on each side of me.
He put on some surgical gloves, then he took some cotton pads and put some liquid on it "This is going to sting" he warned me. One hand pulling back the band of my bra, which he did very gentle and gave me Goosebumps, I heard him chuckle behind me
"Shut up" I just hissed and leaned my forehead on my arms, preparing for more pain.
Then he started cleaning around the wound, blood still coming out of it.
After about 5 min he had done what he was able to do so far. With his brothers it wouldn't have been a problem getting out a bullet, but he was a bit uncomfortable doing it to me.
"Tig, can you hold this towel onto the wound? Trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible?" he asked, Tig came over, took Chibs place and hold a towel on the wound.
Now Chibs stood in front of me and couldn't help himself but look at my décolleté
"Hey, I am not a painting you can stare at like that!"
"Oh, you are" came from Tig behind me and I stepped on his foot
"I say it again, this is a feisty one" he let out a whistle
"Tig, please stop talking and just hold that damn towel" I cried.
I really was NOT in the mood for all of that, my bloody shoulder hurts, Tig behind me making naughty comments and Chibs constantly staring at me, the last one was the least of my problems.
After Chibs had cleaned up his stuff, he came back with a small glass and a brown liquid in it "Some Jameson?" he asked and handed it to me
"Thank God!" I howled and gulped it down in one hit. Chibs walked away and came back with the bottle, pouring more into my glass
"Thank you Chibs" I really meant it and looked up to him
"No problem" his Scottish accent and his rough voice like music in my ears.
"You two need to stop flirting like that, it breaks my heart" Tig cried behind me
"Shut up Tig" Chibs and me said at the same time, which made Tig laugh out loud, I took another shot of Jameson.
When I handed Chibs the glass back his fingers brushed over mine, not by mistake but it seemed like he had done that on purpose, I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed.

Then at long last Tara came back.
Chibs now sitting in front of me on another chair.
She put down more disinfector, some sort of surgical tongs, needles, thread and all sorts of bandages and stuff.
She looked at Chibs, he nodded and took my hand.
I wanted to pull back but he tightened his grip "Believe me, you will need mine" he said, he was all to aware on how much it will hurt to get that Bullet out and he will probably get his hand squashed.
Tig stood up, Tara now sitting behind me.
"Good Job Chibs!" she said, Jax now came in and gave Tara a kiss on her cheek
"I will keep the old man in good spirits" he smirked, everybody left the room and he closed the doors.
This kind of made me nervous.
I have had a lot of injuries in my life, but I never have had a Bullet stuck in me and get it removed in a Clubhouse, while holding the Hand of a man who gave me funny feelings.