You were in the Charming hospital, which wasn't really your style, given your resistance and hatred of hospitals, but after some Old Lady from the Mayans had picked a fight with you, ending up with a cut on your cheek, a twisted ankle and a sensitive knee, you didn't have much of a choice but to go to the hospital. At first you even tried to convince yourself that you could swallow the pain, but as soon as you regained a little more rationality you had to admit, yes, you would have to go to someone, a professional, to let them take care of your injuries

Jax was used to how much you despised hospital experiences and he also knew how much you tried to dodge and avoid them at all costs. Jax couldn't do much, you had to stay there in the hospital until you were discharged and you would still have to spend some more time avoiding your daily activities.

But with the help of the Sons, his gang who were always by his side, —regardless of any barbarity or minor nonsense he did— and his mother, Gemma. He even managed to sketch an attempt to improve his mood which was... unstable.

Entering the hospital, nervous. Honestly, the last thing he wanted was to deal with you being angry, or worse, have an argument with you. He is soon forced to put little Abel down, who runs to hug his legs as if he were a hiker seeing water in the desert.

"Hey, love." He greets you with his usual smile, looking at you and coming closer, his eyes searching for any clue as to whether or not you were enjoying the idea he had of trying to surprise you.