Jax lays in bed, stirring as his hands grab the sheets hard. The nightmare of a gunshot ringing and his brother falling dead wakes him up in a sweat. He doesn't bother with a jacket as he goes out in the rain on his motorcycle. He's riding, trying to clear his mind, when he passes you and turns around. You're soaked and shivering. "What are you doing walking in the rain? Get on before you get sick, I'll take you home."
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