Lost & Delirious [Cameo/Marree]
Aug 20, 2014 10:54:38 GMT -5
Post by * on Aug 20, 2014 10:54:38 GMT -5
I can barely remember the ride to the hospital. My mind just kept wanting to replay the last moments before I was being held in Matthew's arms. Before Jeran made an appearance and Vy's voice penetrated my ears. I keep seeing my father backhanding Vy. I keep hearing that distinct sound of skin hitting skin before it all seemed to disappear in an instant. But right now, I have no choice then to see what's directly in front of me. Jeran is sitting beside me in a volitile looking pink chair, with his face into his hands. He's in his peacekeeper uniform for some reason with his helmet sitting beside of him. A clipboard with papers attached to it lay under the helmet as well.
"Miss Ruze? What is your pain level?" The woman came out of nowhere. Literally... I give a small shake of my head but a flood of pressure keeps me from shaking my head any more. Instead, I open my dry mouth to answer her.
"Out of what? Ten?" I pause a moment to think. What is the most pain that I've ever felt and compare it to now? The fear would be off the roof, but the pain seems to be somewhat managable. "Five." I give the median. I dont' want to say I'm not in pain, but the pain is no where near what I've had in the past. This only makes it more difficult.
Her pen clicks open and I listen to how the pen makes contact to the page. The scribbling of words in a doctors handwriting, most likely. The bridge of my nose gets pinched in between my index finger and thumb. This headache... ugg. A hand, cold and leathery, touches my hand to bring it away from my face and she touches the tubing that's attached to it as well.
"Leave your hand down for a few minutes okay?" She asks, in a gentle voice. I look at her, watching as the vision, when I turn, is blurred for only a moment and clears up instantly. I can make out why her skin feels like leather because her hair is far past greying and her thin lips are dry and cracked. An elderly woman with years of experience stands beside my bed. Following her orders, I do as she says when she pulls my gown up enough to move something on my stomach and reposition the thing by restrapping the velcro. A wave of nausea hits me when I realize what it is for.
"Is my baby okay?" I ask and the nurse gently nods her head.
"Seems like it. Took a tumble, did you? Bumped that pretty head of yours a few times, didn't you? No worries though. Everything seems to be just fine, but we'll wait till your doctor comes in here to talk to you. Okay?" I give a nod when the first sounds of the heartbeat make it to my ears. That's my baby? That's my baby's heartbeat? So fast... loud. So tiny. A set of tears flow to my eyes when I feel a thumb being raked across my eyes gently. For a moment, I want to just mutter out the word Matthew, but it's Jeran instead.
Somehow, it only makes it worse.
"Where's... Vy? Jeran. Where is she?" I mutter. I can't ask for Matthew. I may be in no shape to decipher why it is that I can't, but I know if I do, something bad will happen. So, I ask for the only person I can trust right now and that's Vy.
"She was suppose to be coming a while ago. I can go check for you? See where she is? I'll go do that. Okay? I got to turn in some paperwork anyways. I'll be right back, okay, Kya?" My responce is given just by a simple head nod. The nurse at my side touches my shoulder and then presses something cold up against the back of my head, directing me to turn just a little.
"I want out of here. I want to go home." I state, in an unstable voice. The elderly nurse just grins at me and makes a 'tisk'ing noise to my needs. She pats my shoulder again but this time I flinch to the touch.
"Your brother wants you to stay overnight, just to make sure that you will be watched over and taken care of. You'll be fine, Momma. Carrying a little one is a whole different arena when it comes to care. Okay? Is there anything you need?" She asks, but the responce I give her is silence and my eyes darting off to the corner of the room.
Down the hallway, Jeran turns the corner at the nurse's desk, but stops when he suddenly clenches his fingers around the clipboard in his hand. He stops, turns and goes back to the desk. The woman on duty looks to him with confusion as to why a peacekeeper would be at the hospital visiting a patient but when the board is given to them, the understanding is clear.
"Mr. Ruze, as you are taking over her care, we'll assume that all procedures will be taken through you, as Miss Ruze is underage. Correct?" She asks as she flips through a couple of pages and verbally makes 'mhm' noises to each section that she needs to read. "Everything seems to be in place. Mr. Ruze, the doctor is wanting to examine her as well, since its the first trimester. Just to be on the safe side with any sort of trauma. Do you consent?"
With a nod of his head, he also verbally agrees to it as well. "Yes. That's fine. Whatever you need to do, just let me know if anything else is needed." He is dismissed and turns on his heels. His mission isn't completely fulfilled yet. "Vy, where are you?" He questions under his breath and heads toward the waiting room when an all too familiar figure just happens to be entering through the door.
"Miss Ruze? What is your pain level?" The woman came out of nowhere. Literally... I give a small shake of my head but a flood of pressure keeps me from shaking my head any more. Instead, I open my dry mouth to answer her.
"Out of what? Ten?" I pause a moment to think. What is the most pain that I've ever felt and compare it to now? The fear would be off the roof, but the pain seems to be somewhat managable. "Five." I give the median. I dont' want to say I'm not in pain, but the pain is no where near what I've had in the past. This only makes it more difficult.
Her pen clicks open and I listen to how the pen makes contact to the page. The scribbling of words in a doctors handwriting, most likely. The bridge of my nose gets pinched in between my index finger and thumb. This headache... ugg. A hand, cold and leathery, touches my hand to bring it away from my face and she touches the tubing that's attached to it as well.
"Leave your hand down for a few minutes okay?" She asks, in a gentle voice. I look at her, watching as the vision, when I turn, is blurred for only a moment and clears up instantly. I can make out why her skin feels like leather because her hair is far past greying and her thin lips are dry and cracked. An elderly woman with years of experience stands beside my bed. Following her orders, I do as she says when she pulls my gown up enough to move something on my stomach and reposition the thing by restrapping the velcro. A wave of nausea hits me when I realize what it is for.
"Is my baby okay?" I ask and the nurse gently nods her head.
"Seems like it. Took a tumble, did you? Bumped that pretty head of yours a few times, didn't you? No worries though. Everything seems to be just fine, but we'll wait till your doctor comes in here to talk to you. Okay?" I give a nod when the first sounds of the heartbeat make it to my ears. That's my baby? That's my baby's heartbeat? So fast... loud. So tiny. A set of tears flow to my eyes when I feel a thumb being raked across my eyes gently. For a moment, I want to just mutter out the word Matthew, but it's Jeran instead.
Somehow, it only makes it worse.
"Where's... Vy? Jeran. Where is she?" I mutter. I can't ask for Matthew. I may be in no shape to decipher why it is that I can't, but I know if I do, something bad will happen. So, I ask for the only person I can trust right now and that's Vy.
"She was suppose to be coming a while ago. I can go check for you? See where she is? I'll go do that. Okay? I got to turn in some paperwork anyways. I'll be right back, okay, Kya?" My responce is given just by a simple head nod. The nurse at my side touches my shoulder and then presses something cold up against the back of my head, directing me to turn just a little.
"I want out of here. I want to go home." I state, in an unstable voice. The elderly nurse just grins at me and makes a 'tisk'ing noise to my needs. She pats my shoulder again but this time I flinch to the touch.
"Your brother wants you to stay overnight, just to make sure that you will be watched over and taken care of. You'll be fine, Momma. Carrying a little one is a whole different arena when it comes to care. Okay? Is there anything you need?" She asks, but the responce I give her is silence and my eyes darting off to the corner of the room.
Down the hallway, Jeran turns the corner at the nurse's desk, but stops when he suddenly clenches his fingers around the clipboard in his hand. He stops, turns and goes back to the desk. The woman on duty looks to him with confusion as to why a peacekeeper would be at the hospital visiting a patient but when the board is given to them, the understanding is clear.
"Mr. Ruze, as you are taking over her care, we'll assume that all procedures will be taken through you, as Miss Ruze is underage. Correct?" She asks as she flips through a couple of pages and verbally makes 'mhm' noises to each section that she needs to read. "Everything seems to be in place. Mr. Ruze, the doctor is wanting to examine her as well, since its the first trimester. Just to be on the safe side with any sort of trauma. Do you consent?"
With a nod of his head, he also verbally agrees to it as well. "Yes. That's fine. Whatever you need to do, just let me know if anything else is needed." He is dismissed and turns on his heels. His mission isn't completely fulfilled yet. "Vy, where are you?" He questions under his breath and heads toward the waiting room when an all too familiar figure just happens to be entering through the door.