Wolf stepped out of the elevator at the hospital with a shudder, he hated small spaces. Too much like prison, he needed to be free. He'd only ever done a few months in prison but it'd been enough to let him know he never wanted to go back.

He walked briskly down the hall bypassing nurses and doctors. He reached the room Iris was in and saw Sky, leaning against the wall and flirting with a small blonde nurse.

"Hard at work I see?" Wolf asked.

"They're both in there."

Wolf opened the door and stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The room was clear full of various items. Balloons, flowers, stuffed animals, cards and toys covered all the walls and any available surface. He knew they were all from the men in the club. The tiny child was almost lost among all the stuffed animals now taking residence in the narrow bed.

Morgan was sitting by the bed in a plastic chair, even from behind her he could tell she was tired. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was slumping forward, her clothes disheveled.

"You wanted to see me?" He asked softly.

"Yes, I did."

"Well, I don't have all day."

She turned in the chair to look at him and he again saw the fatigue. Her skin was paler than usual, dark rings under her bloodshot eyes. He couldn't tell if she'd been crying or hadn't been sleeping, probably both.

"I just wanted to know if you found out....who did this," She admitted.

"Yes. I did."

"I got to thinking about it last night, I couldn't sleep. It just hit me some man out there, someone I don't even know.....tried to kill my little girl for no reason. They had no right, she didn't deserve this. I just wondered who was it?"

"It was the Aces." He said with a sigh.

"I thought they were your friends."

"There are no friends in this business, not really. If it helps at all, I don't think they were aiming for Iris. I think they were trying to hit one of the men, or you. To try and force me into a war I didn't want to be a part of."

"I wish it had been me," She said.

"No....if it had been, this of Iris. What would happen to her if you died?"

"Are you going to get into the war?"

He opened his mouth to speak and she shook her head, standing and moving to a window.

"Don't answer that, it's none of my business."

"I am, but I'm not joining the Aces."

"Because of what happened to Iris?"

"Among other things," He said.

"I hope you kill them all,"She said grimly.

"I will," He promised.

She stifled a yawn and turned back to the window. He took in her appearance, was she always this thin? When had she ate last? When had he ate last? He didn't know but he suspected that neither of them had ate or slept well since before the shooting.

"How long has it been since you've ate?" He asked.

"I don't know, I've lost track of time. I need a shower but I'm so afraid to leave her."

He glanced at the small adjoining bathroom to the private room, that he was paying for.

"Go, take a shower. I'll sit with her," He offered.

"I can't ask you to do that."

"I'm offering, go."

She glanced at Iris, still sleeping and then back at him before giving a small nod.

He watched her gather a few things from her suitcase, casting nervous glances at him the entire time. Finally she kissed Iris on the forehead and scurried into the bathroom closing the door behind her. A few minutes later he heard the shower turn on and he eased into the chair she'd been sitting in.

Morgan hadn't been gone long at all when Iris made a tiny little squeak of a noise. He noticed now as he looked at her most of the tubes were gone, except for an IV and EKG monitor. She was breathing on her own.

She turned her head and her eyes fluttered open, they widened when she saw him and she shrank away a little with a frown, clutching one of the many stuffed toys.

"Hey, it's okay. Your mommy is in the shower."

"When's she coming back? She asked, her small voice was hoarse.

"Soon, I promise."

"My chest hurts," She said.

"I know but you're doing good, you're a very strong girl."

"Somebody shot me," She said knowingly.

"I know."

"Have you ever been shot?" She asked.

"A few times," He said, seeing no point in lying to her.

"Did people send you toys?"

"Not a lot."

"Zeke sended me this one"

She turned the animal she was clutching to display it for him. It was yellow and beaned shaped, wearing blue overalls with one green eye and one brown eye, it was also wearing glasses.

"That's uh......nice." He said.

She smiled happily at him and clutched the toy back to her tiny chest, he caught a glimpse of the ugly stitches just below her small collarbone.

The water in the bathroom turned off and he could hear Morgan moving around inside the bathroom. Iris had drifted back to sleep, probably due to the trauma and the medication she was on. The club had picked up on the bills and had spared no expense, she had a private room, the best doctor and enough medication she wouldn't feel any pain.

The bathroom door opened and Morgan padded out, barefoot with her wet hair hanging over her shoulders. She was wearing blue jeans and a large gray t-shirt.

"She was just up," He said as she slipped on some clean socks.

"She wakes up off and on."

"That's good, she's a fighter. She must get it from you."

"I don't know where she get's it from but I think I get it from her."

"How long until she gets out?"

"The doctor said maybe tomorrow night."

"I'll come pick you both up and take you back to the club, you'll be safe there and we have room."

For once in as long as he'd known her she didn't argue. She gave a small nod and pulled on a heavy gray sweatshirt.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Has Lacy ever mentioned King?"

"King, like the president of the Aces?"

"Yeah."

"A few times, I think they dated or something. Nothing to serious as far as I could tell," She said as she began to towel dry her hair.

"Do you think.....if he offered her a position she'd take it?" He asked gently.

"No, never. Lacy loves the MC."

He didn't know if he believed her or not. He took a deep breath and pushed from the chair to stand.

She glanced at him and continued to dry her hair, he turned his gaze once more to the tiny girl in the bed. Still clutching the stuffed bean, she was sleeping deeply.

"Call me when she's released,"he said

"Okay."

He reached out and lightly brushed one long finger against her tiny hand. So soft and so tiny. He pushed away whatever feeling he felt welling up inside of him. He turned abruptly and exited the room without so much as a goodbye to Morgan.

Every time he was around her he felt unstable, unbalance and out of control. He didn't like it, he didn't want to feel whatever he was feeling. He wanted to spend time with her and Iris, watching the small girl sleep he had felt a warmth spread through his chest and he knew he'd kill anyone who touched her.

Whatever was going on needed to stop and soon. He couldn't afford to go soft. He passed Sky without a word and walked towards the elevator, sliding on his sunglasses.

He had men waiting for him to give them orders, he didn't have time to sit and fuss over a kid that wasn't even his.