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( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
{Three Days Prior.}
The night before had been long and resentful. Once again Dr. Harvey stood and paced in the sterile white room, again and again checking each and every one of her vital signs but not refraining from commenting occasionally about the substantial number of times she appeared from unusual circumstances. A “bad luck streak”. She didn't blame him for anything he said - then again, she could hardly remember their conversations when she wasn’t out cold from the medicine. They had their usual pregnancy check ups, but... Then there was everything in between. The broken rib and falling from the hospital bed at the time just to stop from Finn crossing the room to Lillian, her visiting Tyrese in the hospital when he was hit by a car, and, of course, here she was now, her vision fleeting every time he pushed another needle into her. Maybe- She swallowed down but the realization was undeniable underneath her skin. No longer would it be pushed down and forgotten until yet another disaster came.
Maybe she just wasn’t meant to have a child.
”Now Aubrey, I’m going to prescribe you some medication. Both for any severe pain from the trauma and some anti-depressants.” Her gaze lifted from the foot of her bed up to the deep chocolate brown eyes of Dr. Harvey. His hair remained spiked sideways as always, just gently tossed above his lightly tanned forehead and shadowing the tips of his eyebrows. He shuffled the clipboard in his hand into his arm, reaching to her right to take a few more measuring numbers from the blinking screen, and finally, she looked away, back down to her peaked toes underneath the blanket. She felt… Empty about it. Nothing. Is that what it felt like? The lump in her throat was the only thing stopping her from closing her eyes and resting yet again. Once again, here she was, both hands to her side and wondering if what had been inside her - something she celebrated so fondly those months ago - was still kicking. If he/she was still fighting for their life, just as she was for her her mentality and emotional state. Life was hard. She understood that. But nothing could possibly fight to the comparison of what she had been through.
She was losing her husband, her child, her friend’s were gone, and now… The brunette once again swallowed down any sort of negative bile coming up from her throat. Fortunately, Dr. Harvey was still going on, but she hadn’t heard a single word. ”- and whenever you’re feeling pained, which I’m sure you won’t, just take one of these. The anti-depressants will be as instructed. I’ll start you on them and see if we’ve made any progress in two weeks.” Again and again, he avoided the conversation of her child like she had asked for an injection of the plague. She inhaled until her chest fully expanded, blowing the air out like cigarette smoke on a calm, quiet night. Three days before Christmas Eve… Were her parents here yet? She had neglected to contact anyone quite yet seeing as Hakem and Tyrese had a firm grasp of what was left of the situation. Her jaw worked and tightened relentlessly. Everything was fading again and she wasn’t going to fight it any longer. Another shot, another blur, and she was released from the awakened world.
Dr. Harvey glanced over her one last time, a heavy and hard breath agonizing his nostrils. He would have to get the man in the hallway and bring him in if he was the supposed emergency contact he was made out to be. Her husband, Mr. Teagan, had been nowhere in sight and hadn’t been personally seen by the doctor since before Thanksgiving at their last appointment; if even that. He didn’t have a very good memory when it came to seeing a patient last since he had seen so many. But at this rate, it would be better to give the other man the information instead of trying to contact the Teagan again. The receptionist had tried again and again for him, and no answer was provided. He couldn’t bring it on himself to tell the already depressed and physically broken woman what news was left and he doubted she wanted to hear it at all. However, work was work and it needed to be said whether he liked it or not. It was just the hardest part.
He pushed the weighted door open with ease and pulled up a page from the many he’d made notes on. ”Tyrese Havens?” The lines of exhaustion were clear to him - and in honesty, he was shocked he wasn’t just another patient emitted into the hospital right alongside her. The man nodded up to the doctor and stood to his feet. Now it truly was visible, the sudden thinness, the dark outlines beneath his eyes, the way his limbs moved as if he hadn’t slept for days prior. He had seen it before and he doubted he’d stop seeing it throughout the rest of his medical days. ”She’s… Healing.” He began, inhaling sharply to cut him off before he could ask another question about her. After he explained, he’d be more than welcome to request further information. ”You’re the next contact to come to after Mr. Teagan?” The man nodded again, worry strewn over his face, but his answer was normal. It looked like there would be no stop from answering his questions. '”Things aren’t looking good at all, Mr. Havens, if you want me to be completely honest.” The smile he had used the last time he saw him those months ago was long gone. Instead, it had been replaced by a firm frown. There would be no use in denying it anymore. They would either request to see the charts or ask another nurse.
”Several things have gone down with Mrs. Teagan that I’m not sure how to explain myself.” He started, flicking his eyes back to the board, then to the navy orbs just above him. ”And with everything up to now, she can’t handle any more stress than she already has.” Finally the part he was dreading the most. An uncomfortable silence and he sighed, placing his pen back into his pocket delicately. Bad news was the worst kind of news that he was all too used to giving. ”Look… It amazed me to know she made it through her rib breaking and falling on the concrete. A miracle, almost, to be honest. But at this rate, there’s only so much more her fragile body can handle. And without the proper nutrients, rest, or anything along those lines, there’s only so much that the tough protective lining around the fetus.” He shook his head. ”We cannot risk any more than what she’s already been through.” He pulled a piece of paper, the clean ripping of it echoing down the hallway, and handed it to the wolf. ”I’ve prescribed her two bottles of medicine. She’ll need to be taking one daily along with her vitamins and the other one for if she feels any heavy pain around her abdomen or wounds. Fortunately they weren’t deep enough to cause too much damage, but there were a lot of them. She’s suffered some pretty good blood loss, but after she wakes up, she should be good to go.” Another nod, but he didn’t let it pause him in his speech. ”I’m giving her anti-depressants as the other bottle. She needs to take them at least once and we’ll see if they have any major effects by the time her next appointment comes by.” But other than that, there was nothing left to say. ”You’re free to see her now but we're going to keep her for a few more days. We'll let you know when she’s welcome to leave. A nurse will drop the paperwork when she's ready to go.” One last pause. ”I would certainly treat both of you to some food - even if it is from the hospital cafeteria. Otherwise, I do hope she and yourself stay safe and don’t be afraid to contact me personally if something new comes up.” With that and the slide of his card into the man’s hand, he was back off down the hallway after Tyrese's thanks to help his next patient.
Within the room still slept the matted, yet still slightly curly, haired brunette, resting for the first time in what felt like months. There were red, chafed linings along her wrists, as well as a few bruises along her arms and what part of her chest could be seen behind the gown. Her captor had successfully broken her physical form, leaving behind marks that would remain permanently in her mental state. IVs had been hooked into her arm, a band-aid covering one that had been taken out before hand. However some of the prior blood had been cleaned off of her, what wounds left she had dressed and left to ache beneath the bandages. Her chest rose and fell slowly, enjoying each sip of oxygen. Not even the light replaying beep of the machine next to her could disturb her dreamed state.
{Current.}
Just as Mr. Harvey had said, a nurse called Tyrese to the front desk, offering up what paperwork was left for him to fill out. Now that he had been an approved contact from Aubrey, he was more than welcome to take her out of the hospital himself without the approval of her husband; what was left of her anymore. She remained once again asleep in her bed, tired from the pushing and prodding of needles as well as the constant swallow of horse pills that they fed her with just about every other meal - assuming she would eat in the first place. Most hours consisted of silence, her pale and fragile hands pushing away any digestive items or rejecting them with a swivel of her head and a quiet breath. She wasn't hungry and that was that. You need to eat. they would insist. But she didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything. Sleep was her only safe haven suffice for Tyrese's company. Though she had to wonder if that was the only thing she had left anymore. Finn had left on his trip at least 3 weeks ago to find his parents, even if they had made it clear that it wouldn't make a difference if he did find them. 'Nothing would change'. But then what? What was the point of leaving to find them? If he did... And they knew of his existence, then what would be the point of telling them he was alive? Another heave threatened to push anymore vomit up her throat, but slid back down, knowing it didn't have enough solidity to finish spitting up.
Instead, now, her eyes remained closed, the bags beneath her eyes clear even if she had plenty of rest. Stress was the only thing left on her mind and there was no stopping it anymore at this rate.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
{Three Days Prior.}
The night before had been long and resentful. Once again Dr. Harvey stood and paced in the sterile white room, again and again checking each and every one of her vital signs but not refraining from commenting occasionally about the substantial number of times she appeared from unusual circumstances. A “bad luck streak”. She didn't blame him for anything he said - then again, she could hardly remember their conversations when she wasn’t out cold from the medicine. They had their usual pregnancy check ups, but... Then there was everything in between. The broken rib and falling from the hospital bed at the time just to stop from Finn crossing the room to Lillian, her visiting Tyrese in the hospital when he was hit by a car, and, of course, here she was now, her vision fleeting every time he pushed another needle into her. Maybe- She swallowed down but the realization was undeniable underneath her skin. No longer would it be pushed down and forgotten until yet another disaster came.
Maybe she just wasn’t meant to have a child.
”Now Aubrey, I’m going to prescribe you some medication. Both for any severe pain from the trauma and some anti-depressants.” Her gaze lifted from the foot of her bed up to the deep chocolate brown eyes of Dr. Harvey. His hair remained spiked sideways as always, just gently tossed above his lightly tanned forehead and shadowing the tips of his eyebrows. He shuffled the clipboard in his hand into his arm, reaching to her right to take a few more measuring numbers from the blinking screen, and finally, she looked away, back down to her peaked toes underneath the blanket. She felt… Empty about it. Nothing. Is that what it felt like? The lump in her throat was the only thing stopping her from closing her eyes and resting yet again. Once again, here she was, both hands to her side and wondering if what had been inside her - something she celebrated so fondly those months ago - was still kicking. If he/she was still fighting for their life, just as she was for her her mentality and emotional state. Life was hard. She understood that. But nothing could possibly fight to the comparison of what she had been through.
She was losing her husband, her child, her friend’s were gone, and now… The brunette once again swallowed down any sort of negative bile coming up from her throat. Fortunately, Dr. Harvey was still going on, but she hadn’t heard a single word. ”- and whenever you’re feeling pained, which I’m sure you won’t, just take one of these. The anti-depressants will be as instructed. I’ll start you on them and see if we’ve made any progress in two weeks.” Again and again, he avoided the conversation of her child like she had asked for an injection of the plague. She inhaled until her chest fully expanded, blowing the air out like cigarette smoke on a calm, quiet night. Three days before Christmas Eve… Were her parents here yet? She had neglected to contact anyone quite yet seeing as Hakem and Tyrese had a firm grasp of what was left of the situation. Her jaw worked and tightened relentlessly. Everything was fading again and she wasn’t going to fight it any longer. Another shot, another blur, and she was released from the awakened world.
Dr. Harvey glanced over her one last time, a heavy and hard breath agonizing his nostrils. He would have to get the man in the hallway and bring him in if he was the supposed emergency contact he was made out to be. Her husband, Mr. Teagan, had been nowhere in sight and hadn’t been personally seen by the doctor since before Thanksgiving at their last appointment; if even that. He didn’t have a very good memory when it came to seeing a patient last since he had seen so many. But at this rate, it would be better to give the other man the information instead of trying to contact the Teagan again. The receptionist had tried again and again for him, and no answer was provided. He couldn’t bring it on himself to tell the already depressed and physically broken woman what news was left and he doubted she wanted to hear it at all. However, work was work and it needed to be said whether he liked it or not. It was just the hardest part.
He pushed the weighted door open with ease and pulled up a page from the many he’d made notes on. ”Tyrese Havens?” The lines of exhaustion were clear to him - and in honesty, he was shocked he wasn’t just another patient emitted into the hospital right alongside her. The man nodded up to the doctor and stood to his feet. Now it truly was visible, the sudden thinness, the dark outlines beneath his eyes, the way his limbs moved as if he hadn’t slept for days prior. He had seen it before and he doubted he’d stop seeing it throughout the rest of his medical days. ”She’s… Healing.” He began, inhaling sharply to cut him off before he could ask another question about her. After he explained, he’d be more than welcome to request further information. ”You’re the next contact to come to after Mr. Teagan?” The man nodded again, worry strewn over his face, but his answer was normal. It looked like there would be no stop from answering his questions. '”Things aren’t looking good at all, Mr. Havens, if you want me to be completely honest.” The smile he had used the last time he saw him those months ago was long gone. Instead, it had been replaced by a firm frown. There would be no use in denying it anymore. They would either request to see the charts or ask another nurse.
”Several things have gone down with Mrs. Teagan that I’m not sure how to explain myself.” He started, flicking his eyes back to the board, then to the navy orbs just above him. ”And with everything up to now, she can’t handle any more stress than she already has.” Finally the part he was dreading the most. An uncomfortable silence and he sighed, placing his pen back into his pocket delicately. Bad news was the worst kind of news that he was all too used to giving. ”Look… It amazed me to know she made it through her rib breaking and falling on the concrete. A miracle, almost, to be honest. But at this rate, there’s only so much more her fragile body can handle. And without the proper nutrients, rest, or anything along those lines, there’s only so much that the tough protective lining around the fetus.” He shook his head. ”We cannot risk any more than what she’s already been through.” He pulled a piece of paper, the clean ripping of it echoing down the hallway, and handed it to the wolf. ”I’ve prescribed her two bottles of medicine. She’ll need to be taking one daily along with her vitamins and the other one for if she feels any heavy pain around her abdomen or wounds. Fortunately they weren’t deep enough to cause too much damage, but there were a lot of them. She’s suffered some pretty good blood loss, but after she wakes up, she should be good to go.” Another nod, but he didn’t let it pause him in his speech. ”I’m giving her anti-depressants as the other bottle. She needs to take them at least once and we’ll see if they have any major effects by the time her next appointment comes by.” But other than that, there was nothing left to say. ”You’re free to see her now but we're going to keep her for a few more days. We'll let you know when she’s welcome to leave. A nurse will drop the paperwork when she's ready to go.” One last pause. ”I would certainly treat both of you to some food - even if it is from the hospital cafeteria. Otherwise, I do hope she and yourself stay safe and don’t be afraid to contact me personally if something new comes up.” With that and the slide of his card into the man’s hand, he was back off down the hallway after Tyrese's thanks to help his next patient.
Within the room still slept the matted, yet still slightly curly, haired brunette, resting for the first time in what felt like months. There were red, chafed linings along her wrists, as well as a few bruises along her arms and what part of her chest could be seen behind the gown. Her captor had successfully broken her physical form, leaving behind marks that would remain permanently in her mental state. IVs had been hooked into her arm, a band-aid covering one that had been taken out before hand. However some of the prior blood had been cleaned off of her, what wounds left she had dressed and left to ache beneath the bandages. Her chest rose and fell slowly, enjoying each sip of oxygen. Not even the light replaying beep of the machine next to her could disturb her dreamed state.
{Current.}
Just as Mr. Harvey had said, a nurse called Tyrese to the front desk, offering up what paperwork was left for him to fill out. Now that he had been an approved contact from Aubrey, he was more than welcome to take her out of the hospital himself without the approval of her husband; what was left of her anymore. She remained once again asleep in her bed, tired from the pushing and prodding of needles as well as the constant swallow of horse pills that they fed her with just about every other meal - assuming she would eat in the first place. Most hours consisted of silence, her pale and fragile hands pushing away any digestive items or rejecting them with a swivel of her head and a quiet breath. She wasn't hungry and that was that. You need to eat. they would insist. But she didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything. Sleep was her only safe haven suffice for Tyrese's company. Though she had to wonder if that was the only thing she had left anymore. Finn had left on his trip at least 3 weeks ago to find his parents, even if they had made it clear that it wouldn't make a difference if he did find them. 'Nothing would change'. But then what? What was the point of leaving to find them? If he did... And they knew of his existence, then what would be the point of telling them he was alive? Another heave threatened to push anymore vomit up her throat, but slid back down, knowing it didn't have enough solidity to finish spitting up.
Instead, now, her eyes remained closed, the bags beneath her eyes clear even if she had plenty of rest. Stress was the only thing left on her mind and there was no stopping it anymore at this rate.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ )
