Jan 5th
Hello, this is Dr. Ruth Ibanez with Rhy'Din General Hospital. It's too early in the morning of January forth twenty sixteen. I'm calling for Serah Farron who owns this club? Sorry, we don't have any other numbers on file for you. Anyway. I'm calling to inform you that a man that had you listed as an emergency contact, an Elitia Turner, has been brought in comatose to our ER in critical condition. He has been rushed back for surgery and is currently there now where we are doing everything we can to save his life. I... I'm not sure if this is appropriate but I felt that you should know. If you have any questions about his condition or concerns you are free to call the nurse line here at XXX-XXX-XXXX or my clinical cell at XXX-XXX-XXXX.
The call had came in ridiculously late to her phone and was changed from voicemail to a text. She had been at the inn during that time and fled without really letting anyone know why. She remembered it like it had only happened just a few moments ago rather than almost a full day.
What happened after that was crushingly painful. Running across town to the hospital as fast as her legs could carry her. Barging in to tackle the first nurse's station. The poor mousy woman behind the counter had looked so startled when the pink-haired wonder had blurted out in demand of Eli- correction, Mach's condition. She had scared the woman, no doubt, but at the time that was hardly what mattered to her. The woman had no info to give her and pointed her off to the waiting room while informing her that she was not the only one who was waiting for the news.
That didn't overly surprise her. He had tons of friends and probably even more lovers. It did, however, remind her of her place in the scheme of things. She didn't belong there. The Christmas stunt followed by blocking her phone for no freaking reason told her exactly how little she meant to the man. And still she felt responsible for his current condition because truly if she had to guess what had happened, Mach had went off half-cocked and caring very little of himself. His condition was her fault. Because she was the bitch ex that broke his heart and sent him into this state of being. So how? How in the world was she suppose to go sit in a room with people, who she found out to be Sarai and Hope? It hurt really. How the fuck were they there even first? Hope, sure. She heard what had happened from the mousy nurse. But Hope herself should be resting and in care. She wasn't even family or contact. Sarai? She had no clue how that woman made it there first but in the end of things it hardly mattered. They had it covered and she shouldn't even be there.
And yet she stupidly remained. However she did not join the two women. She made sure they didn't even realize she was even there. Instead she had taken the mousy woman to the side and requested an empty room and when the doctor was done informing Mach's people that she would like to hear the results. She didn't just feel right leaving, no matter how much it utterly hurt to even be there.
So she sat in the small room, tucked in the window that overlooked the city, all by her lonesome. The mousy nurse had been checking on her periodically and giving her the updates as she could.
It was close to midnight when her cellphone went off and she tucked it to her ear, mumbling quietly. "What?"
"Hi ta ya too, girlie. How's things lookin'?"
"I don't know."
"Osh. Have ya slept any? Ya sound like crap."
"No."
"Ser. Have you eaten any?"
"No."
"How 'bout I come take over and-"
"No."
"Listen t' me, dove. Ya gotta t-"
"There is no point to me really being here. He is pretty covered."
"Family?"
"Lovers."
"Gotcha. Well why ya there?"
"It is my fault he is in this condition."
"Ser-"
"I'm an idiot, Tash."
"Ya sure are. The guy blocked ya for no good god damn reason and during the holidays no less. Ya were always saying he claimed he would be there for ya but he wasn't when ya got attacked. And he was the first ya called."
"I don't need a recap, Tash."
"Naw. What ya need is some food in ya and some sleep. Know ya still got a thing for the man but ya need to let them have him and move on girl."
She sighed into the phone and looked out the window. "Doesn't mean I have to stop caring."
"No, no it don't. But don't mean ya gotta keep hurting yaself over him. Ya've been hurting since before ya broke up with him."
"It isn't like he is a bad person, Tash. I told you that."
"Naw, it don't. But as a couple? Don't know darling. Sounds like ya two just don't mesh."
"Yeah. Probably won't ever mesh with anyone."
"Ya got friends who are 'round to hug and care about'cha."
"I'm going to wait until the doctor says Mach is in a room and out of surgery then I am going to head out."
"Good. Ya need some rest. Ya sound like crap."
"He probably wouldn't want me here anyways." she mumbled and pressed her forehead to the cold glass.
"Sorry, Dove. Wish I could say something more. He'll be okay. By what you had told me he is a tough cookie. Sure he will be up and about, hitting on women in no time."
"That doesn't help, Tash."
"After ya leave go getcha a drink, maybe a good lay, and some sleep."
"Omgawd, Tash!" She spluttered into the phone maybe a bit too loud.
"What? I am sure there are plenty of men and women who want to hit that."
"You suck."
"So do you but we will never know who sucks better."
"Went from sad and depressed to dirty minded gutter in two seconds. You are terrible."
"That may be but ya got to admit ya wanted to laugh."
Couldn't deny that. "Yeah. Thanks for calling on me and checking up on me. Nice to know someone gives a damn about me."
"No prob. See ya at work, bosslady."
"Sure thing."
She listened to the static as the line was cut and only when the annoying beeping started did she turn off her cell. With the phone cradled between her hands she'd sit and wait for the doctor to give her news that he was out of surgery before she'd leave her number with the mousy nurse and head out. Instead of going home she'd make for the inn. Booze and a bed in one place.
Stupid rain found her on the way to the inn and by the time she made it inside she was painfully drenched. Depressed and feeling even more down in a hole she winced at the conversations going on around her. A bottle of Everclear and Jim Beam had been found and she made to her room without so much as a single person asking her why she looked as horrible as she felt. That had been one of the greatest adds to feel of being alone she had ever felt in her entire life. That was okay. She had Jim and Eve to keep her company. And they did, all the way into the wee hours of morning before she had finally crashed, face down, in bed.
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Hello, this is Dr. Ruth Ibanez with Rhy'Din General Hospital. It's too early in the morning of January forth twenty sixteen. I'm calling for Serah Farron who owns this club? Sorry, we don't have any other numbers on file for you. Anyway. I'm calling to inform you that a man that had you listed as an emergency contact, an Elitia Turner, has been brought in comatose to our ER in critical condition. He has been rushed back for surgery and is currently there now where we are doing everything we can to save his life. I... I'm not sure if this is appropriate but I felt that you should know. If you have any questions about his condition or concerns you are free to call the nurse line here at XXX-XXX-XXXX or my clinical cell at XXX-XXX-XXXX.
The call had came in ridiculously late to her phone and was changed from voicemail to a text. She had been at the inn during that time and fled without really letting anyone know why. She remembered it like it had only happened just a few moments ago rather than almost a full day.
What happened after that was crushingly painful. Running across town to the hospital as fast as her legs could carry her. Barging in to tackle the first nurse's station. The poor mousy woman behind the counter had looked so startled when the pink-haired wonder had blurted out in demand of Eli- correction, Mach's condition. She had scared the woman, no doubt, but at the time that was hardly what mattered to her. The woman had no info to give her and pointed her off to the waiting room while informing her that she was not the only one who was waiting for the news.
That didn't overly surprise her. He had tons of friends and probably even more lovers. It did, however, remind her of her place in the scheme of things. She didn't belong there. The Christmas stunt followed by blocking her phone for no freaking reason told her exactly how little she meant to the man. And still she felt responsible for his current condition because truly if she had to guess what had happened, Mach had went off half-cocked and caring very little of himself. His condition was her fault. Because she was the bitch ex that broke his heart and sent him into this state of being. So how? How in the world was she suppose to go sit in a room with people, who she found out to be Sarai and Hope? It hurt really. How the fuck were they there even first? Hope, sure. She heard what had happened from the mousy nurse. But Hope herself should be resting and in care. She wasn't even family or contact. Sarai? She had no clue how that woman made it there first but in the end of things it hardly mattered. They had it covered and she shouldn't even be there.
And yet she stupidly remained. However she did not join the two women. She made sure they didn't even realize she was even there. Instead she had taken the mousy woman to the side and requested an empty room and when the doctor was done informing Mach's people that she would like to hear the results. She didn't just feel right leaving, no matter how much it utterly hurt to even be there.
So she sat in the small room, tucked in the window that overlooked the city, all by her lonesome. The mousy nurse had been checking on her periodically and giving her the updates as she could.
It was close to midnight when her cellphone went off and she tucked it to her ear, mumbling quietly. "What?"
"Hi ta ya too, girlie. How's things lookin'?"
"I don't know."
"Osh. Have ya slept any? Ya sound like crap."
"No."
"Ser. Have you eaten any?"
"No."
"How 'bout I come take over and-"
"No."
"Listen t' me, dove. Ya gotta t-"
"There is no point to me really being here. He is pretty covered."
"Family?"
"Lovers."
"Gotcha. Well why ya there?"
"It is my fault he is in this condition."
"Ser-"
"I'm an idiot, Tash."
"Ya sure are. The guy blocked ya for no good god damn reason and during the holidays no less. Ya were always saying he claimed he would be there for ya but he wasn't when ya got attacked. And he was the first ya called."
"I don't need a recap, Tash."
"Naw. What ya need is some food in ya and some sleep. Know ya still got a thing for the man but ya need to let them have him and move on girl."
She sighed into the phone and looked out the window. "Doesn't mean I have to stop caring."
"No, no it don't. But don't mean ya gotta keep hurting yaself over him. Ya've been hurting since before ya broke up with him."
"It isn't like he is a bad person, Tash. I told you that."
"Naw, it don't. But as a couple? Don't know darling. Sounds like ya two just don't mesh."
"Yeah. Probably won't ever mesh with anyone."
"Ya got friends who are 'round to hug and care about'cha."
"I'm going to wait until the doctor says Mach is in a room and out of surgery then I am going to head out."
"Good. Ya need some rest. Ya sound like crap."
"He probably wouldn't want me here anyways." she mumbled and pressed her forehead to the cold glass.
"Sorry, Dove. Wish I could say something more. He'll be okay. By what you had told me he is a tough cookie. Sure he will be up and about, hitting on women in no time."
"That doesn't help, Tash."
"After ya leave go getcha a drink, maybe a good lay, and some sleep."
"Omgawd, Tash!" She spluttered into the phone maybe a bit too loud.
"What? I am sure there are plenty of men and women who want to hit that."
"You suck."
"So do you but we will never know who sucks better."
"Went from sad and depressed to dirty minded gutter in two seconds. You are terrible."
"That may be but ya got to admit ya wanted to laugh."
Couldn't deny that. "Yeah. Thanks for calling on me and checking up on me. Nice to know someone gives a damn about me."
"No prob. See ya at work, bosslady."
"Sure thing."
She listened to the static as the line was cut and only when the annoying beeping started did she turn off her cell. With the phone cradled between her hands she'd sit and wait for the doctor to give her news that he was out of surgery before she'd leave her number with the mousy nurse and head out. Instead of going home she'd make for the inn. Booze and a bed in one place.
Stupid rain found her on the way to the inn and by the time she made it inside she was painfully drenched. Depressed and feeling even more down in a hole she winced at the conversations going on around her. A bottle of Everclear and Jim Beam had been found and she made to her room without so much as a single person asking her why she looked as horrible as she felt. That had been one of the greatest adds to feel of being alone she had ever felt in her entire life. That was okay. She had Jim and Eve to keep her company. And they did, all the way into the wee hours of morning before she had finally crashed, face down, in bed.
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