Bridget, Britney, &amp; Brianna

Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch [Freya & Bridget]

#Freya & Bridget #para: Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch

freya-rosewood:

Freya grabbed the tissue box from the bedside table, and plopped it into Bridget’s lap. She stayed quiet for a moment, biting her lip as she waited for the rest of the story that didn’t come.

“Okay, okay.” Freya hummed softly, patting her friend’s hand gently. “You don’t have to… I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, and getting the treatment you needed.” She didn’t want to push her. Not when Bridget was in the hospital. It was pretty evident that something happened to make Bridget lose her child, but now wasn’t exactly the best time to discuss it. “Really, it’s okay. Just relax, okay?”

Bridget’s breathing slowly returned to normal and her tears slowed to a trickle. Taking a few tissues from the box she attempted to clean herself up with a trembling hand. After nearly poking herself in the eye she gave up and set the box down on the bed beside her.

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath before looking at Freya. “I’m sorry. It’s just... difficult...” Bridget eyes dropped to the floor as she spoke. She had to tell her at some point. If she didn’t Freya would find out anyway, it was just a matter of time. The longer she dragged this out the uglier it was likely to end... But she just couldn’t find the will to say the words.

Taking Freya’s hand she looked back up at her. “I’ll tell you eventually, I promise. I just... I can’t right now...”

Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch [Freya & Bridget]

#Freya & Bridget #para: Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch

freya-rosewood:

“Oh.” Freya frowned, biting her lip, trying to think of the best way to move forward in the conversation. It was clear that Bridget didn’t really want to talk about it, but Freya couldn’t just be expected to not ask any follow up questions to this whole fiasco, right?

“Okay, but…When you were hallucinating, you were…You kept saying that you were worried about the baby…” Freya said slowly. “Were you pregnant before?”

“Yes.” Bridget whispered. “Before I came here...” Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke and the tears she had been holding back began to flow. She raised a hand to her face in a vain attempt to hide them.

She knew she had to explain. It was only a matter of time before something happened and Freya found out about the rest of it... But what would she think of her when she did? What if she reacted like her father had? The thought of her only friend in town becoming distant and wary of her caused Bridget to begin sobbing in earnest.

“F-Freya, I’m s-sorry. I just- I can’t-” Bridget shook her head before bringing up her hands to cover her face.

Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch [Freya & Bridget]

#Freya & Bridget #para: Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch

freya-rosewood:

“I didn’t buy out the entire store, just th fun things. There’s no pens or other boring shit in there.” Freya grinned, shaking her head. “I did get a pencil tough, but it had flowers on it, and I figured you’d need a pencil for the word search book I got you.”

Freya sighed slightly, taking a moment to try to figure out the best way to bring up the things she’d heard Bridget say during her feverish state. “Um…I don’t know eactly how to bring this up…” Freya started, frowning.

“Okay, um…when you were on the bathroom floor earlier, I um…you said something about a baby….” Freya said carefully. “Are you pregnant, honey?” She asked gently. “I mean if you are, that’d be fantastic. I’d gladly help you out in any way you needed, you know that.”

Bridget felt as if she was going to be sick. Freya’s innocent question brought forward a surge of year old grief and anger. Her throat formed a lump as she choked back the nasty reply that had started to form. It wasn’t Freya’s fault. She had no idea...

She turned her head to the side, unable to look the blonde in the eye as she fought back her tears. Her nails bit into her palms as her hands turned into fists at her side.

After a moment that seemed to last years she managed to steady her breathing. Still not looking at Freya she replied in a flat voice. “No, Freya. I’m not pregnant.”

Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch [Freya & Bridget]

#Freya & Bridget #para: Sometimes you need more than a bandage and a bottle of scotch

freya-rosewood:

By the time the doctors left Bridget’s room, Freya had been to the gift shop, picked out a multitude of trinkets, flowers, and toys to make her friend feel better. She headed in, and set the bags on the bed at her friend’s feet. “Hey there wounded soldier. Feeling better?”

Freya grabbed the comfy chair from the other side of the room, and dragged it next to the bed. “I brought you some presents.” She grinned, setting the flowers bedside table before plopping into the chair. “Are you feeling better?? Don’t feel like you have to talk tor whatever, I mean, you must be tired.”

Bridget jerked out of sleep as Freya entered. Her bubbliness broken through the white noise of the hospital that had filled the nightmare Bridget had been having.

She blinked a few time before sitting up. Her stare went from the bags sitting on the end of the bed to the blonde and back again. She sat quietly for a few seconds before sighing. “Freya... did anyone ever tell you that just because you can buy the entire store doesn’t mean you should?”

Looking down she grabbed the remote and brought the head up so that she could lean against it in a sitting position. “I’m alright. I’m exhausted and have a broken rib, but I’m going to be okay.”

The Brink

the-moon-twin:

Phoebe shook her head gently. “Just relax.” She said quietly, grabbing a botle of water nearby to hand to Bridget.

“It’s no trouble. I just…I don’t like leaving before my job is finished.” Phoebe explained quickly. “I mean…You were pretty bad off. I needed to make sure…” She repeated softly.

Phoebe looked up at the clock. “Probably not yet. They’d come grab me if it was urgent. I do have people that I should check on soon though. Plus I’m sure Freya wants to get in here and bother you.” She grinned slightly.

Bridget took a sip from the bottle before placing it on the tray next to the bed. “Probably will get a few “told you so”’s in there too...”

She leaned back against the pillow and gave up trying to keep her eyes open. She felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about how rude it was to Phoebe. She could almost hear her father’s voice scolding her....

Her father... “Phoebe.. Town’s quarantined right?” Bridget mumbled in her half asleep state. “Don’t want my family here... might catch it...”

The Brink

“Not very long. I just wanted to make sure that you were a bit better before I left…” Phoebe nodded, chewing her lip gently. She didn’t want to lose anyone else to this fucked up disease.

Phoebe flinched slightly at Bridget’s touch, and pulled back. “Sorry, I know you’re trying to be supportive, and everything, but…” She didn’t let anyone touch her without her explicit say so, and the damned funeral put her no touching rule to the test. She didn’t want anyone else just touching her.

“They’ll be in really soon. Probably another five minutes at most. They’re just…They’re really busy here.”

“Hmm...” Bridget’s eyes had drifted shut. She forced them open as a small fit of coughs began. Her arms wrapped instinctively around her chest in response to the pain in her ribs. Tears began to form in her eyes but she forced them back.

“Think my rib’s broken..” Her voice wavered a little bit. She swallowed and tried to steady it. “Thanks for staying... I... umm...”

Bridget’s words caught in her throat. Now that she was beginning to think a bit clearer the reality of where she was was setting in. Hospitals had made her uncomfortable before but after the accident... well, being in one was near unbearable. Phoebe’s presence was helping more that she probably realized. But what about the other patients? If Phoebe was spending time with her it meant that she wasn’t healing them. After a gulp Bridget managed a small whisper. “Ah... Do they need your help?”

The Brink

Phoebe gave another smile. “Yeah, um…Freya’s outside.” She nodded. “She said she had to call the ambulance.” Phoebe said slowly. “She also said that you were quote, “stubborn as an ass.” She added with a smile.

“It’s no trouble. I’m just trying to finish what my brother started to do.” Phoebe mumbled painfully. She bit her lip, looking down, silently wishing she didn’t bring up Dimitri.

“But um…yeah, the doctors will be in to check you over, and then Freya can come in.” Phoebe refocused the conversation.

Bridget relaxed at Phoebe’s mention of Freya. She should have known she’d be close by. If she had to guess, the blonde was probably pacing the hall right now and would jump Phoebe as soon as she left the room.

A faint wry smile appeared on Bridget’s lips at what Freya had called her. She’d probably be getting an earful later about how much of a stubborn ass she was straight from the source.

The small smile disappeared and her brow creased slightly when she heard the pain in Phoebe’s voice. Wincing, she managed to raise her arm enough to place her hand on Phoebe’s. She used the little strength she had to give what she hoped was a reassuring squeeze. She paused a moment before following Phoebe’s change of subject.

“Okay... How long’s that gonna take? I’m tired... Don’t wanna... fall asleep on them...”

The Brink

Phoebe smiled softly, nodding. “Yeah, you gave me muffins.” She sighed, looking around for a minute. There wasn’t any way that Bridget would have any clue as to where she was. “You’re in the hospital. You caught that thing that’s going around. That horrible plague.”

Another quiet moment passed. “You’re going to be lid up here for a while. I healed you, but it takes a bit to take affect. It might be a while before you’re up and moving again. If you’d come in earlier you’d probably be able to leave soon, but since you were so bad off it’ll take a while. Sorry.” Phoebe smiled sheepishly. “I’m not…I haven’t used my powers a lot, so I’m a little out of practice.”

Bridget relaxed as the dizzy spell passed. The hospital? How had she gotten there? The blonde... Freya, it had to have been Freya. Where was she?

Bridget’s fists clenched as she panicked slightly at the thought of being left alone at the hospital. Phoebe continued talking but she had trouble focusing on exactly what the brunette was saying.

She pried her eyes open to look at Phoebe again. She frowned. Had Phoebe just apologized to her? What for? For not doing a better job healing her? “No. No... s’my fault. She told me... didn’t listen.” The warmth Bridget had felt had begun to fade. Her muscles began to ache and she was painfully aware of how raw her throat had become from the coughing. “Thank you...”

The Brink

Phoebe was making her rounds at the hospital.Se saw the red head being wheel past, and instantly recognized her. Someone with the team beckoned her as they wheeled the young woman into her room, and set her into the hospital bed.

The EMT’s said something to Phoebe about a baby, and a pregnancy..As soon as the room cleared, Phoebe moved next to Bridget’s bed, placing her hand on the woman’s forehead. The warm, golden glow surrounded Bridget. Phoebe could tell that there was only one person that she was healing, not two. She really hoped tat the EMT’s ad been mistaken.

Phoebe took a seat next to Bridget’s bed, waiting until the woman woke up.

Bridget felt warm, but it wasn’t like the heat waves from before. This was gentle, soothing even. The sharp pain in her chest began to dull. Was she dying? No... this was something else.

Her coughs quieted and slowed until she was able to breathe in between them. Each breath stung as it moved in and out of her lungs, but she was breathing again. As relief flooded through her she became aware of a hand pressed against her forehead.

It took a minute for Bridget to open her eyes. Disoriented, her sluggishly scanned the room until her gaze found the brunette woman sitting in the chair beside her. She looked familiar... “I... gave you muffins... right? You’re... Phoebe...” Bridget closed her eyes again as a wave of nausea hit. Thankfully, it wasn’t anywhere near as strong as it had been before. “Wh-where am I...”

The Brink

Bridget’s screams had died off long before they wheeled her through the doors of the hospital. Her coughs had worsened further and it had become difficult for her to breathe.

Some part of her was dimly aware of being jostled, of the sound of urgent voices, of the fluorescent lights passing quickly overhead. Her consciousness began to slip as the pain and dizziness kept worsening.

No.. She had to hang on... Falling asleep... not good... But so much... pain... oh God... make it stop...

She didn’t even notice as the gurney stopped and someone approached it.

It’s Just a Cold

Freya took one look at the red head and shook her head. “Okay, yeah, we’re not fucking around anymore. You’re going to the hospital.” She looked Bridget over carefully, figuring it’d be easier to just call someone to come help.

Freya bounded down the hall, and grabbed her phone, calling 911. Within a few minutes, She patted her friend’s back. “Bridget, someone is on their way. they’re sending an ambulance.”

Bridget felt a sharp pain in her ribs. They were probably broken. How did they get that way? She couldn’t get herself to focus. Red and blond... something about the the color red and blond hair... The hotel had red carpet on the stairs....

She heard running. Was she running? ...running toward the stairs, toward Ben. Falling down the red... seeing the blond hit the ground... the crack of bone... red in the blond... the pain. Oh god, the pain. Her chest hurt so much... Her stomach felt ripped open...

“BEN! NO! GOD PLEASE, NO!” Bridget screamed out between the coughs. Her hands began clawing at her stomach search for something. Something that had to be there... something precious to her... “THE BABY! SOMEONE HELP! MY BABY!”

It’s Just a Cold

Freya tucked the covers of Bridget’s bed around her friend, and stepped out. She hurried down to finish the laundry, and take care of everything else she could while Bridget napped.

After a few hours, Freya heard Bridget stir upstairs and vaguely planned on checking in on her. When she heard the other woman stumble slightly, she figured she’d better head upstairs.

“Bridget?” Freya knocked on the bedroom door, peeking inside. Since she wasn’t in there, Freya moved down the hall. “Bridget? You okay?” She peeked her head in the bathroom. “Bridget?”

The relief Bridget felt at the sound of the voice was brief. Another wave of nausea had her gagging again. The porcelain felt ice cold against her sick as she clung to the toilet. Somewhere in the back of her mind she recognized the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

“Hel-help m-me...” she managed to gasp out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of blond hair. Was that Ben? But it couldn’t be he was... Then who was here with her? They were a friend... They’d brought soup...

Bridget hardly felt her grip on the toilet slipping. It wasn’t until she hit the wall that she realized she’d let go. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began coughing again.

It’s Just a Cold

Freya helped her friend into bed, shaking her head. “Nothing is better than climbing into a fresh bed, besides climbing into a fresh bed, with a hot person getting fresh.” She insisted.

“Of course. I’ll crash here. I wasn’t planning on leaving you alone.” Freya shook her head again. “Promise. I wont be out of here without your say so. Now get some rest, okay? Would it help if I brought up your computer or something for netflix? Sometimes when I’m sick, my ears ring, and I can’t sleep.”

“Uhhh... no, thanks... just need sleep...” Bridget mumbled with her face pressed into the pillows. Curling into a ball on her side Bridget began to nod off before Freya had even left the room.

Six hours later, Bridget’s eyes snapped open. Bathroom... She needed to get to the bathroom. Throwing the covers off she tried to stand only to fall against her dresser. Pushing herself upright she managed to stagger her way across the hall to the bathroom.

She had just managed to reach the toilet when she began throwing up. Even after her stomach emptied she kept heaving. After a few minutes the drying heaving turned into a hacking cough. As she clutched toilet unable to stand her brain vaguely registered the sight of something red. Was that blood? Was she bleeding? Bridget struggled to call out for help. There was someone here, right? Someone blonde? “He- hel-”

It’s Just a Cold

Mid-way through changing the bedding in the master bedroom, Freya heard Bridget’s cough.She was almost instantly at Bridget’s side when she heard her starting to signal her down. “Room? Okay yeah.” That’s probably better. Bed rest was important, right?

“Okay, just give me two seconds, I was just putting fresh sheets on. “ Freya bolted back upstairs to make the bed, putting everything in a neat place. She rushed back down, hopping down the stairs almost three at a time. “Okay, bed, now.”

“Didn’t have to do that...” Bridget said as Freya help her to her feet. Her head was still reeling but thanks to the blonde’s support she was able to stay upright this time. She stumbled a few times as Freya led her up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Laying down on the bed she could smell the fabric softener coming off the clean sheets. She felt a rush of gratitude toward Freya. When she was feeling better she’d have to come up with a way to repay her.

...But what if she got worse? The thought sent a chill through her. She couldn’t get around the house now without help. If things got any worse she might... Her chest began to feel tight as she tried not to panic. “Freya... Would you... would you spend the night here? Just in case... You can use the guest room...”

It’s Just a Cold

Freya nodded, humming softly. “Just rest, okay? I’m going to take care of a couple things, and check on you in a bit.” She’d noticed some dishes in the kitchen sink, and planned on taking care of them. “Let me know if you need anything, at all, okay?”

She headed off to the kitchen, promptly taking care of the dishes before she noticed that the kitchen towel was in need of washing. Freya found the washing machine, and figured if she was going to toss the towel in, she might as well take care of a load of laundry, About an hour later, and Freya had put a huge dent in the chores that needed doing.

Bridget was jerked out of sleep by another bout of coughing. Although it wasn’t as painful as before it was still enough to break the light doze she had settled into. Sitting up, she rubbed her neck trying to work out the knot that had formed. Sleeping in her bed would probably be more comfortable.

She untangled herself from the blanket and swung her feet down onto the floor. As she pushed herself off the couch her head began to spin again causing her to fall back against the cushions. Swallowing her pride she called out weakly. “Freya... Help me get to my room... please?”

It’s Just a Cold

“Around five-ish?” Freya frowned, opening up the cough medicine bottle, and measured out some of the thick liquid. “Okay, well, it’s time to take a bit more. Sorry. I know this shit is gross.” She headed back out, dropping the cup of cough syrup next to Bridget’s tea, and bounced down the hall to find the heating pad.

Once the pad had sufficiently been heated, Freya brought it back, and set it against Bridget’s side. “See? Much better.”

Bridget leaned forward to trade the soup bowl for the tiny cup of cough syrup. She winced as she gulped it down. The artificial cherry flavor mingling with the taste of the soup made for a combination that was that much harder to swallow. As she placed the coup back on the table Freya came back with the heating pad.

“Thanks.” she croaked as Freya placed the pad against her side. Her voice was getting worse. At this rate it wouldn’t be long before she’d be unable to talk. With an irradiated huff and a few coughs she repositioned herself so that her head was laying on the arm of the couch.

Another bout of nausea caused her to squeeze her eyes shut. Thankfully this time her stomach didn’t heave and what little soup she’d been able to eat remained off the floor. When her head finally stopped spinning she felt exhausted. It took a few tries for her to be able to open her eyes again. “I... should probably go... to bed...” she mumbled.

It’s Just a Cold

“If you’re still this bad later, yes hospital. With that plague going around, I’m not letting you take any chances.” Freya shook her head. “Now try to at least get the broth down. That way you get something in the way of nutrition.”

Freya headed off towards the bathroom. “When was the last time you took couch medicine?” She called out, starting to look through the medication in the cabinet. “You’re probably due. Also, do you have a heating pad? That’ll help with the coughing causing some pain. I used to pull muscles with my coughing fits as a child.”

Bridget fought back a scowl at Freya’s words. She had her best interests in mind, even if Bridget didn’t like what she was saying. Untangling her arms from the blanket she reached forward and grabbed the bowl. It wasn’t until she tentatively ate the first spoonful that she realized how hungry she was. Hopefully she’d be able to keep the soup down.

“Umm...” Bridget frowned. When was the last time she’d taken cough medicine? It had to have been before she’d started throwing up which was about... “Five, maybe... Not sure exactly.” Bridget’s voice was quiet. She hoped Freya was able to hear her across the house despite her being unable to get much volume. “Pad’s in the hall closet. Bottom shelf.”