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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 11:03:27 GMT -5
queen for queen ♛ 03 Aaron’s head felt like it was on fire. Her lower abdomen felt bruised, and she was certain her elbow had been, at the very least, dislocated. But none of it made her open her eyes. Nothing could make her open her eyes right now. In fact, all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. She could sink into the nice Tempurpedic mattress she owned, curl up on her side and . . .
The ringing in her ears was noticeable now, the quicker she came to complete consciousness. Finally, she let her eyelids flutter open, wincing slightly at the light as it flooded her eyes. Ascertaining where she was didn’t take long either, and her stomach instantly turned when her mind figured it out.
Fucking St. Anthony’s Medical Center. The pictures in the room were the exact same. The furniture. Everything. The only difference was she hadn’t lost a fucking child this time and had to give birth to it because she was too far along to do anything else.
Tears threatened to flood her eyes, but Aaron kept her cool. At least. She tried. The heart monitor began to speed up with her realization, so that must have been what called the nurse into her room. She was a kind looking gal, in her late twenties, with dark hair.
“Good morning, Mrs. O’Hanlon!”
It’d been so fucking long since someone had called her that.
“Just gotta check your vitals!” She continued, ignoring that her patient was actually beginning to cry. Because as much as you wanted to fucking hate her right now, she was still a human with emotions too. And maybe they burned too brightly to begin with.
The last thing that Aaron wanted was to be in this room alone. Last time, she had Callien. Callien wouldn’t have left her. But she . . . oh god, she’d been a stupid bitch again, hadn’t she? When would she stop doing that shit? Elena had literally done nothing. But, then again, she didn’t have to. If it hadn’t been for everyone else, everyone she’d ended up cutting out of her life, she probably wouldn’t even have felt so vehemently against her.
So much for good friends.
♛♛♛♛♛♛ JANUARY 11TH, 2017 //
“So you say you’re now having stomach pain, Mrs. O’Hanlon?”
“Yeah. Here . . .” she pointed at her rather large belly, right on the underside. “I didn’t want to come in, but . . .” she shrugged. The paramedics that Finn had called when she collapsed didn’t really give her a choice.
“It’s a good thing your husband did call then.” Dr. Cooper smiled, and brought out the ultrasound gel. “Where is he, by the way?”
“He went to go get coffee.” Aaron chuckled. “Besides, I said I’d tell him.”
“You guys are cute.” She commented, bringing the wand to Aaron’s stomach. “He’s always with you when you guys come in. Not all dads-to-be do that.”
She beamed, thinking about him. “Callien’s great. He’s more excited than I am, honestly. He keeps saying we need to start picking out room decorations and stuff since we know the gender. I have to pull him from shopping eighty-five percent of the time. Pretty insistent that we name him Zachary.”
“How sweet. Let’s check Zachary out then, shall we?”
Aaron sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Dr. Cooper’s face fell, however, after a couple seconds, and she moved the wand around a little more. There was no sound emanating from the machine. She sat back for a second, and then pulled the wand back. Then placed it back on.
“What?” Aaron questioned.
She became very solemn. “There’s no heartbeat. How long ago did you collapse?”
“Last night. I mean . . .” she was utterly confused. She hadn’t even . . . . But she didn’t have to be told what was going on. Aaron’s face fell entirely, and emotion faded from it. “He’s dead isn’t he?”
“I’m afraid so.”
She set her head against the pillows, willing herself not to cry. “Get rid of it.”
♛♛♛♛♛♛ Finn had arrived no less than ten minutes after she’d woken up. Both of them had been silent the entire time. When the doctor came in to actually check on her, he was worried that they’d been fighting. But in reality, neither one really knew what to say to one another. Finn sat on the chair, tapping his foot up and down as the Doctor ran through her vitals again with her.
“Well, Mrs. O’Hanlon,” he said, pulling up a chair himself and plopping down into it. “With the blow to the head, we wanted to make sure that there wasn’t any damage, so went ahead and took the liberty of running you through the CAT and MRI scanners. If you look closer to the frontal lobe, you’ll see a little speck . . . that, ma’am, is an abnormality. I don’t think it’ll be severe in the long run, but in order to keep you healthy, I’m recommending rest and no intense, strenuous work for the next couple of weeks.”
“I can’t do that.” Aaron snapped, her eyes widening. “I have a match on Tuesday in San Diego.”
Finn, in the corner, literally made the following face.
“Aaron, you have a fucking head injury. No one’s going to clear you for that.” Finn snapped.
“I don’t really care.” She replied. “I know. I get it. You don’t want this match. But I have to do it. I seriously have to do it. I’ll leave it alone afterwards, and I’ll never mention it again. I’m sorry. But this is something I need to do. You know I’m not a girl who goes back on my word, and I need to do this. Honestly, Elena can win this thing, but it’s not like me to just let her because I got bonked on the head.”
“It’s not a bonk-type of injury.” The doc interjected, but Aaron lifted her IV’d-hand and pointed at him.
“You stay out of this.”
He blinked.
“I know you’re worried. I get it. But I can handle myself. There are multiple ways to split a person open, but I’m faster. I don’t care how determined she is, how she thinks she can win. She’s not going to get her hands on me. Not if I can help it. I’ll rest, I promise, after the match. But you won’t stop me. And you know you can’t.”
It was true. Finn knew it. Aaron did as she pleased. It would take death for Aaron to not go into this match.
“I don’t want you hurt.” He said, crossing his arms and teetering the chair.
“That’s not something you can help. Elena and I will fight. We’ll get this over with. But I’m not quitting. Afterwards . . . I promise I’ll talk to her, okay? I promise. Civilly. No issues. No stupidity. But I have to do this.”
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