Freya Rosewood

This is a OC Roleplay blog with the Restoration RP group.

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

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bridget-kildare:

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…”

Freya squeezed Bridget’s hand tightly. “Okay, it’s okay. We don’t have to...It’s fine.” Even though it was driving her crazy not knowing what was happening, she both wanted to, and needed to respect what Bridget was dealing with here.

“We’ll deal with it later, okay?” Freya nodded, giving her an assuring smile. “Just take your time.” Her friend needed to heal from everything before they started this discussion. 

“Come on. Time to open your presents.” Freya changed the subject, pushing the bags up closer to her so she could reach them. 

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God, it’s so hot...

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adeeshuuntold:

Ade shrugged, “Well…maybe people don’t have kids like us? Or maybe…people want to keep their kids away?”Ade hummed as they walked up to the counter. He looked over the ice cream choices. “I just hope the ice cream taste good.”

“Could be. I don’t think I’d want to have kids here.” Freya nodded. “You want kids someday?” She asked, glancing at the flavors, even though she knew what she was probably going to get. “I’m sure it will.” She grinned. “Whatcha gonna get?”

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

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bridget-kildare:

“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.

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?”

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

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bridget-kildare:

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.”

“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?”

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

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bridget-kildare:

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.”

“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.”

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

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.”

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God, it’s so hot...

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

“Great, I’m sure he’ll love the pool.” He grinned at her and followed after her to the ice cream shop. “Man, they’re probably crowed with people trying to get cool.”

“I’m sure he will. I feel so sorry for pets with this heat. It can’t be easy with a natural fur coat. They can’t exactly take their clothes off like we could.” Freya grinned slightly. “They might be crowded, but they have some of the best ice cream in the area. I’m surprised no one around here has an ice cream truck though. They’d probably do really well.”

Ade nodded, Before he had left the house he had made sure the air condition was on in his room, with a nice cool bowl of water for the pup. “Hm, an ice cream truck would be amazing. But maybe there aren’t a lot of kids around?”

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“Could be. I haven’t seen any kids really.” Freya frowned, shaking her head. “It’s kind of weird. You’d think someone would have a kid around.” They reached the convenience store, and headed in , making their way towards the ice cream counter. “I wonder what flavors they have here. I’ve never gotten ice cream here.”

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God, it’s so hot...

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

Ade chuckeld and nodded, “I know, I know. I’m just making sure that you know you don’t have to treat me.” He perked up a bit at the mention of the pool. “That sounds good. Oh…would you mind if I went back to get Marshmallow. I think he’d like a swim.”

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“Ooh, yes! Bring Marshmallow!” Freya grinned, nodding. “The poor puppy is probably miserable in this heat.” She tugged Ade along. “Come on, ice cream can’t wait much longer. It might melt by the time we get there.”

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

“Great, I’m sure he’ll love the pool.” He grinned at her and followed after her to the ice cream shop. “Man, they’re probably crowed with people trying to get cool.”

[freya-rosewood]

“I’m sure he will. I feel so sorry for pets with this heat. It can’t be easy with a natural fur coat. They can’t exactly take their clothes off like we could.” Freya grinned slightly. “They might be crowded, but they have some of the best ice cream in the area. I’m surprised no one around here has an ice cream truck though. They’d probably do really well.”

[freya-rosewood]

God, it’s so hot...

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

Ade nodded and wiped the sweat from his brow and he let out a sigh. “Ice cream actually sounds wonderful. But you don’t have to treat me if you don’t want…I got some cash.”

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Freya shook her head. “Nope. As I said, my treat. Part of being my friend is that I’m going to spoil you on occasion, so you might want to get used to it.” She teased, hopping up to head for the convenience store. “After ice cream, you should stop by the house. The pool was looking pretty good this morning.”

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

Ade chuckeld and nodded, “I know, I know. I’m just making sure that you know you don’t have to treat me.” He perked up a bit at the mention of the pool. “That sounds good. Oh…would you mind if I went back to get Marshmallow. I think he’d like a swim.”

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adeeshuuntold:

Ade chuckeld and nodded, “I know, I know. I’m just making sure that you know you don’t have to treat me.” He perked up a bit at the mention of the pool. “That sounds good. Oh…would you mind if I went back to get Marshmallow. I think he’d like a swim.”

“Ooh, yes! Bring Marshmallow!” Freya grinned, nodding. “The poor puppy is probably miserable in this heat.” She tugged Ade along. “Come on, ice cream can’t wait much longer. It might melt by the time we get there.”

[freya-rosewood]

God, it’s so hot...

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

Ade nodded and wiped the sweat from his brow and he let out a sigh. “Ice cream actually sounds wonderful. But you don’t have to treat me if you don’t want…I got some cash.”

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Freya shook her head. “Nope. As I said, my treat. Part of being my friend is that I’m going to spoil you on occasion, so you might want to get used to it.” She teased, hopping up to head for the convenience store. “After ice cream, you should stop by the house. The pool was looking pretty good this morning.”

[freya-rosewood]

God, it’s so hot...

[adeeshuuntold-blog]

“I know!” Ade had never seen– felt, whatever– heat like this. He didn’t want to do anything. Just sit in the air conditioning and not move. But alas, things needed to be done today. He had only a tank top on, since a lot of stores don’t allow customers in without a shirt on, and had a towel drapped over his shoulders. Earlier it had been dosed in cold water but now it was covered in his sweat and kinda gross. “Wanna get some ice cream…or like, frozen yogurt or something?”

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“It’s so miserable. It’s bad enough half of us are still sick, but does everyone have to suffer that much more?”  Freya groaned softly, humming. “Ice cream sounds so good right now. They have ice cream at the convenience store, if you want to head over. My treat.”

[freya-rosewood]

God, it’s so hot...

I think I’ve melted a bit.

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It’s Just a Cold

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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!”

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Freya froze for a moment. “Baby? Bridget...” She winced, grabbing her friend’s hands, worrying that she was going to hurt herself. Was Bridget pregnant? Shit, this just got fucking complicated. 

“Okay, Bridget, Bridge, stay with me, okay? Focus on me.” Freya tried. “Just calm down. The ambulance is on it’s way, and it’s going to be okay, alright? They’ll make sure you and your baby are okay.”

Soon, Freya could hear the sirens outside, coming up the street. “See, here they are.’ She said, optimistically, before she shouted to the front door for the EMT’s to find them. 

“Can I come with her?” Freya asked, trying to push her way towards the ambulance. When denied, she ran and leaped into her silver convertible, following closely behind them as they headed to the hospital.

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It’s Just a Cold

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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.

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Freya took one look at the red ead 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.”

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It’s Just a Cold

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“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-”

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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?”

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It’s Just a Cold

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“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…”

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Freya helped her friend into bed, shaking her head. “Nothin g 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.”

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It’s Just a Cold

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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.

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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?”

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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.”