Tammy's POV:
I woke to the sound of distant beeping. My eyes were heavy, and opened slowly. I noticed the sun shinning through a window. I was in some kind of hospital room, the beeping a heart monitor. I’m alive. I thought for sure Slipknot would kill me I wasn’t exactly nice. I tried to push myself up only to be met with searing pains shooting through my arms and shoulders. “Owe! What the fuck!” I cried out not realizing another person in the room. He was quick to my side. “Are you ok?” he asked. I recognized him instantly. The club owner. Wait he was part of Avenged Sevenfold? “I-I can’t move my arms.” I stammered out. He nodded “Ok don’t move. I’ll go get Johnny he’s our doctor.” he said before walking out. This is just fucking great. Way to fuck things up again dad. Which one was he. I recognized his voice as the second one on the phone. I started thinking to myself. Gates of Syn, he must be Synyster Gates. I haven’t heard the best of things about him. A cold blooded killer and womanizer, but he seemed so nice the other night.
My thoughts were interrupted when he returned with a shorter man with a Mohawk. He’s a doctor? I could see tattoos as well. Guess you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover. “Good morning Tammy,” he said to me “Gates says you can’t move your arms.” I nodded. He grabbed my arm and slowly started lifting it “Owe! Ass I said I couldn’t move them. Did you think I was fucking lying?” he dropped my arm looking at me with apologetic shock. “Sorry I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I just needed to see the pain level and how far they would go.” he said sadly. “The pain levels a fucking 10 and their not going anywhere.” I snapped. He sent me another apologetic look. “Sorry. You could have just asked.” I said softly. I felt kind of bad for snapping at him. Like I said I’m not usually short tempered, but when I say I can’t move my arms that doesn’t mean start pulling on them. He smiled accepting my apology. “Were your hands restrained above your head?” he asked. “Yea. From a hook chained to the ceiling. My toes were the only thing touching the floor.” I told him. “Ok. Well that’s why you can’t move them. Being in an unnatural position like that for so long supporting your weight, the joints and muscles are stiff and soar.” he said as he held down a button on the bed sitting me up. He walked over to a cabinet, and pulled out 2 syringes, a small clear bottle of something, and a round white container of something. “Here rub this on her shoulders.” he said to Gates handing him the round container. I swear I saw a small smile creep on his face as he grabbed the container from Johnny. “What is that?” I asked as Gates made himself comfy behind me on the bed. Undoing the top tie on my hospital gown, he slid it down just past my shoulders. “Its like Icy Hot only stronger.” Johnny said as he filled the syringes. Ok so he didn’t fill them. “And that?” I asked referring to the syringes as Gates started rubbing in the other stuff. “A muscle relaxer. Instead of putting it all in through the IV, I’m going to put half in one shoulder and half in the other. That way its more directed to that area.” he explained. Gates stopped rubbing the cream into my shoulders long enough for Johnny to inject the relaxer.
I was expecting him to move off the bed, but instead he started massaging my shoulders. God the pain was intense, but it was one of those good pains you could feel it working out. Getting lost in the feeling I closed my eyes and subconsciously leaned my head back on his shoulder. “God that hurts so fucking good.” I moaned out. I heard him chuckle his head right next to mine. I could feel his breath on my skin. Why did I shiver? I’ll just blame that on the massage.

Synyster Gates POV:
I felt her shiver beneath my hands. Her skin was soft making me want to feel more. I swear when she moaned that out it went strait to my dick. God how I wanted to hear her moan out other things while I had her pinned beneath me. It was taking everything I had not to attack her neck with my lips right there. Damn it Gates get your head out of the gutter. Think about what she’s been through. Her dad, the ex, and his friends. Don’t even want to get started on them. I knew she looked familiar. I seen her on the news 4 years ago. I slid my hands under her arms till they were on the muscles below her collar just above her chest, and started rubbing again. “Fuck,” she whispered “I didn’t even know those hurt.” she breathed out. Ok she has got to stop talking like that.
I was kind of disappointed when she leaned forward off me. She was able to raise her arms about halfway up. She looked back at me over her shoulder. “Thanks could you tie this back up?” I tied her gown back up and moved out from behind her. She tossed the blanket off and spun her legs around so they were hanging over the side of the bed. “Whoa, what are you doing?’ Johnny asked stopping her from standing. “I have to go to the bathroom.” she said giving him a duh look. “You haven’t been on your feet for 36hrs. You might want to take it slow.” he warned. She nodded “Can you take these needles out of me please?” she asked pointing to the IV. He did as I moved around to help her stand.
Johnny and I each took one of her arms as she slowly put her weight on her feet. Her knees buckled immediately. She would have fallen to the floor had we not been holding her. She cried out when her arms were raised too high as we tried to keep her from hitting the floor. “Fuck this.” I said. Pulling her arm out of Johnny’s grasp I scooped her up bridal style and carried her to the bathroom. There was a bit of surprise on her face as I carried her a small smile creeping out once we got in and I set her on the toilet. “Umm thanks I can handle it from here.” she said looking away. “Holler when you’re done.” I said walking out closing the door behind me.
The 4 of us were up till almost 5am going through the stuff Jimmy found. How someone could go through all that, and still continue on, a lot of people would have taken the easy way out. I couldn’t help but admire her strength. She still had the will to do something with her life regardless of the hand she was dealt. I stayed in the infirmary last night in case she woke up.
We heard a crash come from the bathroom. Rushing in we found her on the floor the trash can knocked over. She was sobbing uncontrollably. “Why didn’t you holler?” I asked scooping her up. “I just wanted to wash my hands.” she sobbed “I feel so helpless I don’t like it.” I just held her and let her cry. I felt so horrible for her. I know its not just feeling helpless that’s making her cry like this. She’s spent the past four years putting her life back together just to have it shattered again.
I picked her up and carried her back to the bed. Her sobs quieting but the tears still flowing. I handed her some tissue, and just stood quietly as she wiped away the tears. The silence was soon broken when her stomach growled. We couldn’t help but smile when she started to chuckle slightly shaking her head. “Figures. I’m not even thinking about food right now.” she said with a small smile. “Well your stomach is,” I chuckled “I’ll go make you something to eat.” I said and without thinking about it I kissed her on the forehead. Smirking slightly I walked out.

Tammy’s POV:
I looked at Johnny confused. Why the hell did he just kiss my forehead? Johnny looking fairly amused just shrugged. He walked over handing me what I can only describe as 2 pieces of fabric that looked like they were cut off the bottom of a shirt. “Put these on. I need to take your gown off to change your bandages.” he said. “Yea you’re going to have to help with that. My ability to raise my arms flew out the window after my little bathroom trip.” I told him handing the fabric back to him. I saw a little blush creep up on his cheeks. I swear he looked nervous. “What’s the matter doc? I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” I said looking at him. I cocked a brow “Or do I?” He chuckled turning a little redder. “No,” he defended “Now lay back.” he said. “Push the button so I can.” I said. I was soon laid back, and he slipped on the “clothes” over my um “areas”. He slipped my gown off and started changing the gauze.
Not soon after Gates returned with a tray of food, OJ, and coffee. He set it on a table next to the bed. “Want some help?” he asked Johnny. I noticed him do a once over body his eyes lingering a little longer in areas they shouldn’t have. Johnny nodded handing him some gauze and tape. He walked around to the other side of the bed, and proceeded to change out the bandages. After a few moments I noticed movement on his side stop. I glance over at him, his eyes lingering again. “Hey,” I said snapping my fingers “are you helping, or are you trying to burn holes through me?” I asked with a grin raising my brow. I heard Johnny chuckle as Gates cheeks flushed pink. “Oh you see that?” I asked Johnny tapping his wrist “Synyster Gates is blushing.” I whispered loudly. “I am not!” he denied as Johnny’s laughter got louder. “And you can call me Brian, that’s my real name.” he said. Johnny’s laughter suddenly stopped and he sent Brian a shit-eating grin. He just shot him a glare before they both finished changing my bandages. Well what was that about?
They were soon finished and I had a new gown on. Brian moved my bed back up and I was sitting with my legs folded. He propped the tray up on its legs and set it over my lap. I looked down at the food. A sausage and cheese omelet loaded with cheese. Bacon, hash browns, and toast. I cut into the omelet with my fork and attempted to get it to my mouth. My arms and shoulders not letting me. After about the third attempt, Brian hopped on the bed sitting in front of me. “Want some help?” he asked. “I got it.” I said “Are you sure? It doesn’t look like it.” he smirked. I rolled my eyes and propped my elbow up on the tray. Owe that kind of hurt. Holding the fork strait up, it raised level with my mouth. I took a bite smiling smugly at Brian as I chewed. This time he rolled his eyes yanking the fork out of my hand. “Hey I was using that.” I said with fake anger. He grinned at me before grabbing my plate. “Shut up and let me help.” I pouted at him a little before allowing him to feed me.
An awkward silence fell in the room, and I noticed Johnny had left. I had been expecting them to ask about my scars, but they didn’t seem to be questioned by them. Like they already knew. “What’s going to happen to me.” I asked the question plaguing my mind since I woke up. “Nothing bad.” Brian answered with sad knowing eyes. I sighed looking down. Not really the answer I was looking for. “You can still play at the club if that’s what you’re worried about.” he said. I smiled and looked up to be greeted with a smile of his own. I couldn’t help but admire his features. He was such a handsome man, and didn’t seem at all like the stories I’ve heard. Doesn’t mean I’m going to let my guard down though. There are only 4 people I trust in this world, and he’s not one of them. “How much do you know?” I asked. He met my gaze anger flashing in his eyes before they quickly softened. “Everything.” he said softly as he resumed feeding me.
We were soon joined by a man I recognized from the club. He strolled in a dimpled smile dawned his face. “Really laying on the hospitality huh Brian?” he asked putting emphasis on his name when he noticed Brian feeding me. I recognized the voice. Shadows, he was the leader. God is everyone in this house hot. Of course they are. You seen them all the other night duh. “Fuck off she can’t raise her arms.” Brian barked. Shadows just stood there a smug smirk on his face coffee in hand, a piece of paper in the other. He walked to us as Brian got up and moved the tray off my lap. “Tammy nice to see you again. Sorry it couldn’t be under better circumstances.” he said with a sad smile. “Me too.” I said not really returning the smile. “I really hate to bring up your past,” he said “but there are some names on the client list that I need to know about.” he finished setting the paper in my lap. I looked at the names on the paper. A small smile creeping on my face. “Why do you need to know about these 4?” I asked curious. “Because they are all in different gangs. Some of them leaders, and there is a good chance you’ll run into them during the duration of your stay here.” he explained. “I need to know the kind of relationship you had with them.” Well this I did not know. They never talked about what they did for a living, but they all packed heat, so I never asked. My smile got wide at the thought of seeing them again. “I take it that smile is an indication that it wasn’t bad.” he asked a wide smile on his face as well. “No not at all. They would see me just to keep me safe for a night.” I said “To be honest they’re the only people I trust, and I haven’t seen any of them in 8 years.” His smile faded. He had a look in his eyes that wanted to tell me something. I’m not completely knowledgeable about the gangs around here. Some like Slipknot, and Avenged Sevenfold you couldn’t help but here about. I know a lot of the names of the gangs, that’s pretty much it. “What gangs are they in?” I asked “You don’t know?” Shadows asked confused. “No. I’m sorry I try to avoid you guys like the plague, but obviously it did me no good.” I said. “We’re not that bad.” Brian said “Maybe not, but I had rather not found out.” I said. They seemed slightly offended. “No offense to you guys. You did kind of save my life, but things have been fucked up enough as is I didn’t need to get into any problems with the gangs around here.” I explained. Smiles returned “Understandable.” Shadows said. “So are you going to tell me what gangs?” I asked again. “Unfortunately no. These are real names, and as you are aware not all of us use our real names.” He explained. “But,” he said sending Brian a shit-eating grin “Since Brian here is letting you use his, you can call me Matt.” he said again putting emphasis on his name. I looked confused at Brian. He looked away clearly annoyed.

Notes

Kind of boring sorry. Things will pick up promise.