Post by Holden Ross on Aug 4, 2022 17:43:34 GMT -5
Serenity enters Holden's hospital room, tired, carrying a cup of what passes as coffee from the cafeteria. Holden is now awake and sitting up in the bed, on the room's phone. He has gauze taped to his forehead, chest, a few places on his ares, as well as a small patch on the left side of his neck. He has visible stitches, several of them, keeping the corner of his mouth closed (jury is out on if he will need plastic surgery to avoid a scar similar to the Joker's.) His face is swollen and bruising from having his face nearly stomped through the steel grating on the ramp to the ring. He asked J.D. to kill him and Driftwood definitely tried. Every time she enters the room and sees him lying in the hospital bed her heart falls into her stomach. Finding him on the phone causes her to shake her head with a sigh.
"No, Gerry, thank you and congratulations. Serenity told me last night that you won... No, I don't remember anything from Monday night. Naw. Completely gone, man. Yeah, like I went on a blackout bender... Nothing. You know I love ya, Brother. You don't have to do... I can pay for.... Ok, you got it, Gerry. Thank you and congratulations, again. All right, brother. Later..." Holden hangs the phone up before turning his attention to his better half. She gives him a weak smile and he returns it with a wide grin of his own. His head is swimming with painkillers for the healing 3rd degree burns.
"Gerry called? What did he want?" she asks flatly. Holden is too doped up on pain medication to realize she doesn't care why Gerard called.
"He was just calling to check on me. I congratulated him on winning the World title...he said he's picking up the tab for my hospital bill....and he said he's got some killer green that was given to him. He isn't gonna smoke it so he offered it to me." Holden shrugs and then instantly winces in pain. Serenity, meanwhile, stands looking at Holden with her face twisted in confusion.
"Gerry said what?" she asks and Holden nods, eyes a little wide, looking surprised himself. "Yeah! He said its about an ounce of that Urkle's Purple or some shit -" he is cut off by Serenity. "NO! You said he is paying your hospital bill? Why?" she asks while taking her seat in a chair pulled up next to the bed on Holden's right side.
"Because he is my Boy!"[/i][/b] he yells the last word and instantly regrets it, pressing his hand to the right side of his face. Serenity winces as well and the pain on her face is just as real. She sighs and takes his hand.
"He is doing it because you guys haven't talked much lately and he needs to keep you on his good side..." she slips and lets her feelings vomit out in a mini rant. Holden looks confused briefly, fuckin meds. "Holden, you can't keep doing this. You're going to kill yourself, is that what you want?" her voice breaks a little and she clears her throat. Holden's jaw clenches while he lets out a long sigh.
"I don't remember what happened. Since I can't remember it didn't happen." his voice has an edge to it which throws some fuel on the fire already growing within her. She throws the cup of coffee to the floor as she launches to her feet. She does this so quickly and abruptly that Holden flinches and the chair she was in is knocked back against the wall. "You don't remember BUT I DO!"
They are both silent for a few heartbeats when Holden suddenly starts removing the oxygen tubes from his nose. He pulls the heart monitor off of his finger before ripping out the i.v.'s in his left hand. Serenity panics and presses the emergency button for the nurse's station. He swings his feet over the bed and as Serenity rushes around to try and keep him in place, Holden pushes himself up into a standing position. He has done all of this too quickly and the concussion, combined with the pain medication, has left him a bit loopy. The edges of his visions quickly blur while black motes dance across his field of vision. As he passes out and falls forward, an orderly who responded with one of the nurses, catches him under the arm.
His stitches holding the corner of his mouth together pop when his face rubbed across the orderly's chest. Blood begins draining from the wound, painting the front of the orderlies white shirt a bright, crimson red and at the sight of his, Serenity lets out a sobbing gasp as tears spill over the banks of her eyelids once more. She watches as they get him back into the bed while holding a piece of gauze on his face. The nurse reinserts the i.v.'s while a second nurse arrives with the needle and thread. It is all too much for Serenity as she exits the room and bumps into Chris Page in the hallway just as he was entering the room. He reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
Serenity looks up at him, tears fall from eyes filled with fear and pain, and Page gives her a grin. "Big man can't be hurt that bad, can he?" His smile hangs there, briefly, before it melts away under her hard stare. "He is going to kill himself! I don't know if I can sit back and watch him do this to himself..." She catches her sob before it completely escapes her lips. "Hey, I know he looks rough, all bandaged and bleeding, but look at your Uncle. How many times has Corey been in worse shape and he is still walking.....unfortunately..." he says with a nudge from his elbow, trying to cheer her up. "He's built for this shit. He loves it. I think, if he could, he would do this shit for free...."
He pats her on the shoulder before entering the room. With a heavy sigh, she wipes her eyes and face free of tears and heads back in.