queen.

heaven gave me wings to fly, hell gave me the devils mind.

[mckenziejadewalker]

connor-hudson:

briannawilde:

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you both. I promise.” Brianna spoke softly, trying to calm Mckenzie down, although she was feeling somewhat panicked herself. When her eyes traveled the room for the first time, she had almost missed him standing there with that worried expression on his face that she had grown to learn like the back of her hand. “Kenzie, I’m here for you and look, so is Connor. We’re here.” With that, she motioned for the taller man to move closer, it was good for her to calm down and perhaps he would be able to get her to breathe without any further movement. “Please, get her to calm down. I can’t stop the baby from coming at this point but if she keeps this up we might run into some complications.” The blonde quietly whispered to Connor, while instructing for the anesthesiologist to begin. “Are you ready, doll? I’m going to need you to push.”

For a moment, there was a blank expression on his face. Tonight was going to be longer than expected, and all he could do was nod and try to make out the words forming in his head. “I’ll.. I can try. I’ll do what I can,” he tried to sound confident, tried to feel confident, but ultimately failed. He shouldn’t be the guy right next to Kenz right now. It might be his kid, but it also could be Weston’s, her boyfriend. Shuffling over to McKenzie’s side as she laid down against the bed, Connor let one hand fall into her hands as the other caressed her face, his lips quickly finding the top of her head, “It’s alright Kenz, we’re here babe.” Eager eyes searching Brianna’s face, he gave her nod to let her know he was there to do anything else he was needed for.

Her blurred vision moved to the blonde standing near the doorway, a broken smile pulling at her lips especially when his lips met her forehead. She was terrified, and even Connor’s presence couldn’t change that. She held onto his hand for dear life, chest heaving drastically as Brianna asked her to push. What other choice did she have? Her eyes squeezed shut, face red from the pain and the pressure. And she pushed. She pushed as hard as she could manage, her lips pressed harshly together until a scream erupted from between them. She didn’t realise it at the time, but her nails dug into Connor’s skin. She could feel the baby moving, and with another push (even as she vividly struggled) she felt the pressure that had previously filled her body lessen until it was barely there anymore.. Her hold on Connor’s hand was almost nonexistent, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. The pain had been too much to handle alone, and she was exhausted. McKenzie could feel herself drifting asleep.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Text: I love you, Kenzi... with everything I am. Thank you for everything you've given me. Thank you. Your daughter will be so blessed to have you as her mother.

Text: Nicholas I swear to god you better tell me what’s going onText: You’re scaring me. Are you okay? Are you safe?

[mckenziejadewalker]

Text: I promised I wouldn't leave you. Remember?

Text: Where are you going? You can’t leave anywhere! You’ll get trapped in the storm.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Text: Everyone.

Lena: I'm so so glad you're okay. Are you okay?? Why are you in the hospital Kenzie??? Are you okay? Is my goddaughter okay??

Lena: I know he's tough...I just am trying to keep it together. Luckily the kids are keeping calm.

Kenz: I'm fine - it's just a checkup.

Kenz: That's good, then.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Text: I promised.

Text: Promised what?Text: Tell me what’s going on!

[mckenziejadewalker]

Text: I'm so sorry

Text: You’re scaring me, NickText: Why are you sorry???Text: Answer your phone!!

[mckenziejadewalker]

@briannawilde

The hospital had strict terms enforced that refused to allow patients and supportive members alike to leave and step into the storm outside. It wasn’t safe – she knew that much. It was here; she was here. Over the past few days, McKenzie had heard all about Hurricane Daisy, about the events she had caused in the past. She had been anxious about it, especially because she had a maternity appointment on the estimated time of it’s arrival. People bustled about, the injured being drawn in from the outside and put in the waiting room or taken immediately into surgery for broken bones and whatnot. She had been waiting for what seemed like hours, hands clinging tightly to the arms of the chair she was seated in. Her teeth ground together, her head pounded. It seemed like every few minutes she would tense up, and it wasn’t until she felt the wetness between her legs and heard the soft sound of water falling to the floor that she realised what was happening. “Oh, god…” her hands were shaking. “Oh, shit.” chocolate hues widened, and when she watched a familiar blonde pass through the waiting room did she call out her name. “Bri— my water just broke.”

[briannawilde]

Everything was absolute chaos. It started out just like a simple rain fall, a few drops here and there — a few patients came in through the ER. Broken legs, fallen branches nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing the hospital couldn’t handle. When night began to fall, that’s when things turned upside down, the small rain drops turned into a flood and there were not only five patients in the emergency room but now the number had summed to ten. Brianna knew it was only a matter of time before that number tripled. She was running from patient to patient, making sure their vitals were strong and that they were stable. She didn’t want to lose anyone tonight, not because of this storm. “Dr. Wilde, we have to do a thoracotomy on Mr. Grimes in bed five. I don’t know how much longer we can hold him off.” One of her residents nearly yelled as another patient file was dropped in her hands. “Get him to OR five and start prepping him. I’ll try to be there as soon as I can.” The blonde responded, she could feel the sweat accumulating on her forehead. Not because she was tired but because she had reached a point of stress that made her knees weak with worry. 

“Kenzie?” Brianna’s eyes widened as soon as she recognized the familiar face. The blonde placed her hand on McKenzie’s stomach, her water had clearly broken and she could feel the contractions begin. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re both going to be okay.” She cooed, holding the brunettes hand while she paged one of her interns. “Ethan, I need to have her taken to Pediatrics, call the surgeon right now this baby isn’t going to wait long.” The panic was evident in her tone, Brianna already had so much on her plate and now she had to make sure everything went smoothly with Kenzie as well, she would never forgive herself otherwise. “Dr. Wilde there are no more OR rooms available and there are only two pediatric surgeons in the hospital. Both in surgery, Dr. Robbins was stuck at home during the storm. What do you want me to do?” Even before Ethan was done speaking she knew what needed to be done, Brianna began to bark orders — making sure the rest of her patients were looked after while she took Kenzie to one of the emergency rooms. It wasn’t ideal but it was going to have to be enough for today. “How’s the pain Kenzie?” She asked the brunette while slipping on her rubber gloves.

[alexanderhumphrey-blog]

Connor couldn’t stand it – being alone in this storm when everyone else was doing something – something useful, something to be there for one another, just doing something. For the past week, he’d convinced himself that this was just another faux storm to rile the people in San Francisco up. That this was just another Hella Storm that happened less than a year ago. This would be nothing, he told himself repeatedly. But now that the time had come, he was proven wrong.  And now he felt guilt. He felt fear. He needed to escape before the flood came about.

Of all the people he wanted to reach, Brianna seemed to be the only one able to respond. He wasn’t sure how or why, but it was good enough for Connor. As crazy as it seemed, he felt as if he was alone in the world until she’d responded. This was good. She was safe. And apparently, so was McKenzie. This was good. This wasn’t some sort of sign from the universe. This was good. Not a sign – not at all – that in all of the world’s chaos – what with Paris and the terrorist attacks and this hurricane – Brianna was the only one there answering him.

Without much thought, he grabbed his coat and made his way out of the firm. Abandoned cars, heavy rain fall, bodies running – Connor’s own feet began to pick its pace. Everyone was running for cover, running toward the nearest open door – Connor ran against the stream. He was there, at the hospital, quickly searching for her face. For Brianna’s. And as soon as Ethan, another familiar person, bumped into him, Connor grabbed him by the shoulders and begged him to know where the blonde woman had gone. He was running again. Dr. Wilde is with her.. he was losing his breath, she’s in labor, nearly tripping over his feet, bumping into strangers, McKenzie is in labor.

He found the room. It had felt like days as he forced himself through the small crowd of nurses. He had to be there. Connor needed to be there. For Brianna. For McKenzie. For his child.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Her breathing was growing more and more heavy with each passing moment, both in shock and because her contraptions were becoming more and more regular. McKenzie clung to the blonde as she was led to one of the emergency rooms, concern and fear riddling her features. It felt exactly as it was: like she was about to push a newborn into the world. Sweat was already beading on her brow, and her hand squeezed down on Briannas gloved one with every bit of strength that she had. “It’s too early. It’s too early--” she almost screamed, her muscles locking again. Tears spilled from the outer corners of her eyes, trickling down the top of her cheekbones and onto the gurnee like bed. “I can’t.” her head was shaking from side to side now. How had she thought she could have been a good mother, that she could go through this? Especially since she had put off finding out who Nora’s true father was. 

[mckenziejadewalker]

@briannawilde

The hospital had strict terms enforced that refused to allow patients and supportive members alike to leave and step into the storm outside. It wasn’t safe -- she knew that much. It was here; she was here. Over the past few days, McKenzie had heard all about Hurricane Daisy, about the events she had caused in the past. She had been anxious about it, especially because she had a maternity appointment on the estimated time of it’s arrival. People bustled about, the injured being drawn in from the outside and put in the waiting room or taken immediately into surgery for broken bones and whatnot. She had been waiting for what seemed like hours, hands clinging tightly to the arms of the chair she was seated in. Her teeth ground together, her head pounded. It seemed like every few minutes she would tense up, and it wasn’t until she felt the wetness between her legs and heard the soft sound of water falling to the floor that she realised what was happening. “Oh, god...” her hands were shaking. “Oh, shit.” chocolate hues widened, and when she watched a familiar blonde pass through the waiting room did she call out her name. “Bri--- my water just broke.”

[mckenziejadewalker]

Text: Everyone.

Elena: I'm with my two foster kids in my house right now. We're all safe and everything.

Elena: But WHERE is Marcus? Has anyone seen my husband? He's not answering me. If anyone sees him, tell him I love him and I'm safe and make sure he gets in contact with me.

Kenz: I'm glad you're safe. I'm stuck at the hospital. They're not letting anyone leave.

Kenz: Idk where he is, i'm sorry :( i'm sure he's okay, though. he's tough.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Phone Call ☎ McKenzie

Alex: [There's a long stall of silence that sounded almost distinctly like the soft gasp of a scandalized socialite. Alex stuttered, scrabbling for the politeness he fumbled.] So you were close, then. I see. [Alex cleared his throat, swallowing his indignation.] That term doesn't exist in French.

Kenz: [A scoff followed his assumption] Actually, we practically hated each other. [she found some amusement in his surprise] You lived in France?

[mckenziejadewalker]

Phone Call ☎ McKenzie

Alex: You butt dialed him? I'm confused.

Kenz: You don't know what a booty call is? Jesus, where have you lived? I called him when I wanted to fuck someone.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Phone Call ☎ McKenzie

Alex: Goodness, how do you know Adam Bishop?

Kenz: You didn't know from the first time we met? Whatever, anyway, we used to live in the same building, and he was my booty call a few times. Sort of.

[mckenziejadewalker]

Phone Call ☎ McKenzie

Alex: I've just got a lot on my mind. Did you know that there are seven people in the world who look like you? Seven whole people.

Kenz: So long as they don't act exactly like you and you didn't have to meet them, I think it would be okay. I'm guessing you're still getting mistaken for Adam?

[mckenziejadewalker]

Phone Call ☎ McKenzie

Alex: I said I can't sleep, implying that I normally do sleep, I simply just couldn't tonight. Or last night. Or the night before that. Actually, I got in a good four hours on Sunday which was marvelous but hardly anything at all, really.

Kenz: And I thought my schedule was messed up. Why haven't you been able to sleep?

[quakesource]

[mckenziejadewalker]

“I’m going to have to go back to my strict diet after Nora’s born.”

[mckenziejadewalker]

Phone Call ☎ Open

Alex: I'm sorry to bother you. I can't seem to fall asleep.

Kenz: It's 3 fucking AM [her voice is groggy] do you just not sleep, or are you nocturnal?