GL - Movie Night - Part 9
Title: Movie Night
Author: critic2000
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: PG-13 to start, for violence (non-sexual) and language.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Guiding Light characters, they belong to CBS and Proctor and Gamble.
Summary: This is set in the spring of 2009. I’ve taking some liberties with the storyline, mainly Natalia never slept with Frank, hence no engagement etc. So our girls have been just continuing forward raising Emma and getting closer to each other though they are still technically just friends, but that will change… This is a hurt/comfort story so they are headed on a rough ride.
Author’s Note: This is my first fan fiction so please be gentle. This would not have been possible if not for the persistent nudging and awesome editing of my beta/great friend croftlara. Comments are welcome.
( Part 1 ) ( Parts 2 & 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Parts 5 & 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )
Chapter 9
“Yes. But they don’t know if she’s going to make it. Her heart has stopped once, but they were able to get it beating again, I just wanted to prepare you in case…” Lillian could only shake her head, tears in her own eyes.
“Thank you Lillian. I’m going to call the prison, Rafe needs to know. I’ll see if Father Ray will go to him. “
“Is there anyone I can call for you? Jeffrey? Josh?”
“No. She’s the only…” Olivia couldn’t finish when she realized that Natalia was the only one she would have called.
Lillian left Olivia to her calls, promising to come back as more information became available.
Olivia sat heavily in the leather chair. Pulling out her phone with shaky hands, she made her two calls and then one more to Frank who was probably back at the station by now. She knew how much he loved Natalia, even though Natalia never really felt the same way but she cared for the man and he accepted that they would never be more than ‘friends’.
Father Ray said he would go right to the prison and stay with Rafe until there was more information on how well the surgery had gone. With no one else to call, or talk to in that empty office, she left it and started walking through the hospital.
Olivia found herself outside of the chapel. With a sigh she walked in and sat on the end in the back pew. There were three other people in the chapel at this ungodly hour. A man, kneeling in the first pew with his head bowed. He was so still that Olivia thought he was either dead or asleep. Then there was a couple, a man and woman. He had his arm around her and she was crying softly. She could hear the man say, “He’s going to be ok, we have to have faith”.
Faith. Faith that what? God would save ‘him’ or that God would give the doctors the ability? Faith that if ‘he’ died, God would welcome him into his Kingdom? Faith that the sun would come up tomorrow? Oh I know… faith that God wouldn’t allow someone so kind and sweet and ‘faithful’ be forced to take actions into her own hands and kill someone, then lie potentially dying in a hospital operating room?
Oh she was feeling her anger flare again. And Olivia knew that wasn’t going to help now. So she did the only thing she could think of.
She prayed.
She prayed that whatever strength she had she could will it to the woman lying on the operating table. She offered herself in trade, she promised to stop drinking, she promised never to lie again, she promised she would never park in the handicapped spots or swear or litter or kiss another woman’s husband or take His name in vain again. She would give it all for five more minutes with the woman who she considered family. Stopping herself she remembered she had just promised not to lie anymore. She would give it all for five minutes with the woman who she loved.
She waited a moment to see if she was going to be struck down. Just checking to see if any of that bargaining had actually worked and maybe He was going to take her instead, Olivia’s eyes scanned the room while she thought, nope looks like I’m still here. Shit. Oh crap I wasn’t supposed to swear. Sorry... ugg... No wonder He doesn’t want me, I can’t last two Goddamn minutes… ah crap.
Olivia sat quietly for a while. Thinking about Natalia, thinking about being without Natalia. She wished someone could take the weight off of her chest as it was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t imagine her life without those brown eyes greeting her in the morning, a knowing smile in them as coffee is handed over or that burning glare that can stare Olivia down when she and Natalia are fighting over something that certainly doesn’t matter now. God, what is the point in all of this? Why am I sitting here? It’s not going to help. Nothing will help. Maybe I just need to accept that Emma and I will be on our own again… Olivia couldn’t help but chuckle out loud at the idiocy of her thought.
The man in the front moved finally but it was to turn his head and fire daggers at her from his eyes. She fired back at him with one eyebrow and he quickly turned and went back to his position.
Still got it, she thought. And I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. Yeah I said HELL. Got a problem with that? she thought as she looked up at the cross at the front of the chapel. Accepting that Natalia may not make it, yeah that’s not helping. So God, how about this? None of this one for one crap, just take care of our girl God. Please? I need her here more than you need her there and you know it, ‘cuz I’m pretty much a mess most of the time. You once sent her to me to carry me through hell so leave her with me and I’ll carry her through this time. I can do this. She’s gonna need me when she wakes up and I’m gonna need her for the rest of my life.
With that Olivia stood and without ceremony left the chapel and headed back to the waiting room to see if Lillian had any more news. When she got there she saw Frank and Buzz sitting quietly. Buzz had his eyes closed and Frank looked sick. Olivia paused. Her heart started beating wildly.
Lillian appeared, “Olivia?”
Olivia jumped at the sound of her name. “Yes?”
“Honey, the surgeon and Dr. Rick are on their way to talk to you.”
Olivia moved to sit beside Frank. She took his hand as she could see Rick and the surgeon whose name she didn’t even know coming down the long hallway.
As they approached Rick spoke first as Olivia, Frank and Buzz stood. “Hi everyone. This is Dr. Gunn.” All Olivia could think is, are you freakin’ kidding me?
Dr. Gunn addressed the three of them as one “She’s made it through the surgery.” The collective breath that they didn’t realize they had all been holding released audibly.
Dr. Gunn’s mouth quirked up at the corner, glad to be able to give even a little positive news. “Yes, she made it through surgery but she’s not out of danger. The next twenty-four hours will be crucial. She’s being moved to the ICU.” Seeing the look and the unasked question in Olivia’s eyes he pre-empted her by saying, “Yes you can see her soon but only one at a time and only for short periods. We’ll have a nurse bring you when she’s ready. Do you have any questions?”
The three of them stared blankly, they were still focused on “she made it through surgery and you can see her soon”.
Through her tears she watched the retreating backs of the doctors as they made their return journey down the long hall.
Buzz took Olivia’s hand and squeezed, “Let’s go sit back down; it’ll be a few minutes until someone comes to get you.”
Olivia silently allowed herself to be led back to the waiting room chairs by the wall. Her brain hadn’t actually caught up yet. Looking from Frank to Buzz she asked, “She’s out of surgery? But she’s still in danger? I can see her soon? That’s what they said right?”
To answer her question Buzz gave her hand another squeeze and said “Yes. Olivia, are you okay?” Both he and Frank were concerned by the look on Olivia’s face.
Shaking her head lightly to order her thoughts, Olivia then asked Frank if he would call the prison and have Rafe informed.
As Frank got up and headed for the bank of phones on the far wall, Lillian appeared asking Olivia if she was ready to see Natalia. The words had barely reached her ears before Olivia was up and heading toward the ICU.
Lillian led them through the secure doors without a word. Unlike most of the times she had escorted a family member or friend through those doors, she knew she didn’t need to explain to Olivia what she would find when she went into the room. She had been there herself.
Thinking along the same lines Olivia knew that there would be a bank of monitors, beeping and blinking their little lights and sending out a soft glow from their displays. There would be the sound of a ventilation machine sending oxygen directly into her friends’ lungs through the tube that would be peeking out through slack lips, breathing for her. There would be an IV, maybe two, other tubes and wires leading from the body on the bed monitoring every sign that that body gave as to its status. It would be overwhelming but the worst of it would be seeing beyond all of those intrusions and finding the still woman’s body, lying at the mercy of these machines and the people who ruled them.
Despite knowing what she was about to be faced with Olivia Spencer quickened her step toward the glass-enclosed rooms at the end of the hallway.
She passed a wall of curtains to her right and the ‘nurses’ station’ to her left, if it could be called that. It was a hub of lights and monitors with the occasional ‘beep’ thrown in, men and women dressed in pastels bustling about writing things down on charts, talking on the phone or watching the lights on the monitors in front of them hardly noticing the women walking by as they were so busy.
“It’s the one down on the end,” Lillian’s voice broke through Olivia’s thoughts, “are you ready?”
Olivia held Lillian’s eyes for one moment before nodding, letting out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
The two women entered the room together.
To be continued...
Author: critic2000
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: PG-13 to start, for violence (non-sexual) and language.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Guiding Light characters, they belong to CBS and Proctor and Gamble.
Summary: This is set in the spring of 2009. I’ve taking some liberties with the storyline, mainly Natalia never slept with Frank, hence no engagement etc. So our girls have been just continuing forward raising Emma and getting closer to each other though they are still technically just friends, but that will change… This is a hurt/comfort story so they are headed on a rough ride.
Author’s Note: This is my first fan fiction so please be gentle. This would not have been possible if not for the persistent nudging and awesome editing of my beta/great friend croftlara. Comments are welcome.
( Part 1 ) ( Parts 2 & 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Parts 5 & 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )
Chapter 9
“Yes. But they don’t know if she’s going to make it. Her heart has stopped once, but they were able to get it beating again, I just wanted to prepare you in case…” Lillian could only shake her head, tears in her own eyes.
“Thank you Lillian. I’m going to call the prison, Rafe needs to know. I’ll see if Father Ray will go to him. “
“Is there anyone I can call for you? Jeffrey? Josh?”
“No. She’s the only…” Olivia couldn’t finish when she realized that Natalia was the only one she would have called.
Lillian left Olivia to her calls, promising to come back as more information became available.
Olivia sat heavily in the leather chair. Pulling out her phone with shaky hands, she made her two calls and then one more to Frank who was probably back at the station by now. She knew how much he loved Natalia, even though Natalia never really felt the same way but she cared for the man and he accepted that they would never be more than ‘friends’.
Father Ray said he would go right to the prison and stay with Rafe until there was more information on how well the surgery had gone. With no one else to call, or talk to in that empty office, she left it and started walking through the hospital.
Olivia found herself outside of the chapel. With a sigh she walked in and sat on the end in the back pew. There were three other people in the chapel at this ungodly hour. A man, kneeling in the first pew with his head bowed. He was so still that Olivia thought he was either dead or asleep. Then there was a couple, a man and woman. He had his arm around her and she was crying softly. She could hear the man say, “He’s going to be ok, we have to have faith”.
Faith. Faith that what? God would save ‘him’ or that God would give the doctors the ability? Faith that if ‘he’ died, God would welcome him into his Kingdom? Faith that the sun would come up tomorrow? Oh I know… faith that God wouldn’t allow someone so kind and sweet and ‘faithful’ be forced to take actions into her own hands and kill someone, then lie potentially dying in a hospital operating room?
Oh she was feeling her anger flare again. And Olivia knew that wasn’t going to help now. So she did the only thing she could think of.
She prayed.
She prayed that whatever strength she had she could will it to the woman lying on the operating table. She offered herself in trade, she promised to stop drinking, she promised never to lie again, she promised she would never park in the handicapped spots or swear or litter or kiss another woman’s husband or take His name in vain again. She would give it all for five more minutes with the woman who she considered family. Stopping herself she remembered she had just promised not to lie anymore. She would give it all for five minutes with the woman who she loved.
She waited a moment to see if she was going to be struck down. Just checking to see if any of that bargaining had actually worked and maybe He was going to take her instead, Olivia’s eyes scanned the room while she thought, nope looks like I’m still here. Shit. Oh crap I wasn’t supposed to swear. Sorry... ugg... No wonder He doesn’t want me, I can’t last two Goddamn minutes… ah crap.
Olivia sat quietly for a while. Thinking about Natalia, thinking about being without Natalia. She wished someone could take the weight off of her chest as it was becoming unbearable. She couldn’t imagine her life without those brown eyes greeting her in the morning, a knowing smile in them as coffee is handed over or that burning glare that can stare Olivia down when she and Natalia are fighting over something that certainly doesn’t matter now. God, what is the point in all of this? Why am I sitting here? It’s not going to help. Nothing will help. Maybe I just need to accept that Emma and I will be on our own again… Olivia couldn’t help but chuckle out loud at the idiocy of her thought.
The man in the front moved finally but it was to turn his head and fire daggers at her from his eyes. She fired back at him with one eyebrow and he quickly turned and went back to his position.
Still got it, she thought. And I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. Yeah I said HELL. Got a problem with that? she thought as she looked up at the cross at the front of the chapel. Accepting that Natalia may not make it, yeah that’s not helping. So God, how about this? None of this one for one crap, just take care of our girl God. Please? I need her here more than you need her there and you know it, ‘cuz I’m pretty much a mess most of the time. You once sent her to me to carry me through hell so leave her with me and I’ll carry her through this time. I can do this. She’s gonna need me when she wakes up and I’m gonna need her for the rest of my life.
With that Olivia stood and without ceremony left the chapel and headed back to the waiting room to see if Lillian had any more news. When she got there she saw Frank and Buzz sitting quietly. Buzz had his eyes closed and Frank looked sick. Olivia paused. Her heart started beating wildly.
Lillian appeared, “Olivia?”
Olivia jumped at the sound of her name. “Yes?”
“Honey, the surgeon and Dr. Rick are on their way to talk to you.”
Olivia moved to sit beside Frank. She took his hand as she could see Rick and the surgeon whose name she didn’t even know coming down the long hallway.
As they approached Rick spoke first as Olivia, Frank and Buzz stood. “Hi everyone. This is Dr. Gunn.” All Olivia could think is, are you freakin’ kidding me?
Dr. Gunn addressed the three of them as one “She’s made it through the surgery.” The collective breath that they didn’t realize they had all been holding released audibly.
Dr. Gunn’s mouth quirked up at the corner, glad to be able to give even a little positive news. “Yes, she made it through surgery but she’s not out of danger. The next twenty-four hours will be crucial. She’s being moved to the ICU.” Seeing the look and the unasked question in Olivia’s eyes he pre-empted her by saying, “Yes you can see her soon but only one at a time and only for short periods. We’ll have a nurse bring you when she’s ready. Do you have any questions?”
The three of them stared blankly, they were still focused on “she made it through surgery and you can see her soon”.
Through her tears she watched the retreating backs of the doctors as they made their return journey down the long hall.
Buzz took Olivia’s hand and squeezed, “Let’s go sit back down; it’ll be a few minutes until someone comes to get you.”
Olivia silently allowed herself to be led back to the waiting room chairs by the wall. Her brain hadn’t actually caught up yet. Looking from Frank to Buzz she asked, “She’s out of surgery? But she’s still in danger? I can see her soon? That’s what they said right?”
To answer her question Buzz gave her hand another squeeze and said “Yes. Olivia, are you okay?” Both he and Frank were concerned by the look on Olivia’s face.
Shaking her head lightly to order her thoughts, Olivia then asked Frank if he would call the prison and have Rafe informed.
As Frank got up and headed for the bank of phones on the far wall, Lillian appeared asking Olivia if she was ready to see Natalia. The words had barely reached her ears before Olivia was up and heading toward the ICU.
Lillian led them through the secure doors without a word. Unlike most of the times she had escorted a family member or friend through those doors, she knew she didn’t need to explain to Olivia what she would find when she went into the room. She had been there herself.
Thinking along the same lines Olivia knew that there would be a bank of monitors, beeping and blinking their little lights and sending out a soft glow from their displays. There would be the sound of a ventilation machine sending oxygen directly into her friends’ lungs through the tube that would be peeking out through slack lips, breathing for her. There would be an IV, maybe two, other tubes and wires leading from the body on the bed monitoring every sign that that body gave as to its status. It would be overwhelming but the worst of it would be seeing beyond all of those intrusions and finding the still woman’s body, lying at the mercy of these machines and the people who ruled them.
Despite knowing what she was about to be faced with Olivia Spencer quickened her step toward the glass-enclosed rooms at the end of the hallway.
She passed a wall of curtains to her right and the ‘nurses’ station’ to her left, if it could be called that. It was a hub of lights and monitors with the occasional ‘beep’ thrown in, men and women dressed in pastels bustling about writing things down on charts, talking on the phone or watching the lights on the monitors in front of them hardly noticing the women walking by as they were so busy.
“It’s the one down on the end,” Lillian’s voice broke through Olivia’s thoughts, “are you ready?”
Olivia held Lillian’s eyes for one moment before nodding, letting out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
The two women entered the room together.
To be continued...