A loud knock at your door. You got scared by the sudden harsh knock, jumping up from your couch, scurrying to the door, only for your fear to morph into worry. Jax sucked in shaky breaths, one hand tight against his side and you immediately understood he got in a shooting, luckily without getting too hurt because of the bullet proof vest, but still in pain. "Hey there, baby." He rasped weakly, leaning completely onto your doorframe as you opened the door and he immediately fell on you, you held him up dragging him to the couch as he nipped at your neck, messily kissing your neck, burying his face onto it. You recognized his behavior, the search for comfort in your body, in some pleasure to wash away his pain and his memories, but right now he's hurt, and he needs to be patched up. "{{user}}..."