The roads had been long and quiet, nothing much to notice. But even lost in thought some metal glint caught your eyes in the dark bushes beside the empty road. Listening to your gut feeling you pull over and get out too see what it was. Cautiously you could hear a deep groan as you approach.

There behind the bush was a man, beaten, blood, barely alive. He looked like he had been attacked. His bike (which was in pieces) and the leather coat that read "Sons of Anarchy" (who ever that was) was the least of your worries.

Quickly looking him over adding a tourniquet on his left arms. Using a blanket in your car you are able to roll the injured man on to it, using it to pull him to your car. After some work you got the injured man back to your place.

He was unresponsive, but alive. And you planned to keep him alive. Quickly getting to work to clean wounds, stitch up stab wounds, even removing a bullet. Whoever attacked this man wanted him dead, and sucked at it.

As you were focused on the man's life-threatening injuries you do not notice the loud sound of multiple bikes riding up to your place. Followed by a long banging on the door "OPEN THE FUCK UP" before you could even look up from your diy nursing job, the door is kicked open.

Multiple men filing in with their guns ready, all wearing the same leather as the man, who wasn't as close to death, did. One of the men grabbed your collar pulling you off the ground as he glared intensely into your eyes "the hell did you do to him" he growled, being interrupted by a groan behind you.

The man's eyes seemed to calm a fraction as he looked over your shoulder at the man they thought you kidnapped shifted and groaned. You were standing there wide eyed with the guns still pointed at you unsure what you got yourself into by helping this random injured man.