Sam's P.O.V.
The ambulance ride feels like an eternity. Jax’s grunts and muttered curses fill the air, each one making my stomach twist in a different knot. His eyes are wild, and I can’t blame him. His leg’s probably broken—he’s not reacting to the pain the way anyone else would. But this isn’t about his leg, is it? It’s about his pride, his stupid, stupid pride.
"Why the hell are you here, huh? You two think this is funny?" Jax spits out, his voice slurred with a mix of anger and sedation.
"Ethan’s not the problem, Jax," I snap, trying to keep my voice steady. "You’re the one who’s been a pain in the ass."
He glares at me, his eyes bloodshot, face twisted in a mix of pain and rage. "You don’t get it, do you? You’ve been hanging around him, and—" he cuts himself off with a low groan,
