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WARNING-This is an anti-Ivy. If you don't mind people cursing off and slapping Ivy, please continue.

Opposite Effect

"I am going to get rid of you for good."

Ivy gave Theresa a malicious smile. Then she shoved Theresa back, unhooked the brake on her wheelchair, and shoved herself back onto the stairs.

Theresa stumbled backwards, tripping over her high heels. Her arms flew around in circles as she grabbed for the stand on the side of the stairs.

Her hand grabbed the edge a moment too late. She rocked backwards on her heel and started falling faster…and faster…

The back of her head struck the edge of an open door and bounced off the doorknob, as her hand slipped off the edge of the stand, making a huge gash across her palm.

Theresa lay on the floor panting. Her other hand traveled to the back of her head, and when she pulled it away, she saw blood. The floor around her head was soaked with blood.

Rings of yellow, white, and faint purple began to flash in front of Theresa's eyes as the light began to fade. Her eyes slowly closed as darkness took over her conscious.

Ivy, despite her efforts, remained unhurt. She had managed to stay in her wheel chair, and as luck and gravity would have it, her wheelchair had bounced off the last step and landed neatly on the floor.

"Mother!" Ethan yelped.

"She…she tried to kill me!" Ivy yelled, feigning shock. "She said she was going to get rid of me for good and then she pushed me down the stairs!"

"She…Theresa!" Ethan stood at the base of the stairs. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He received no answer.

"Theresa, get the hell down here!"

The red-clad woman did not reply.

"You cowardly little…" Ethan charged up the stairs, muttering incoherently. He stopped abruptly. "Oh my God…"

"Ethan?" Sam stood at the base of the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"Father, call an ambulance."

"Why? Ivy's fine!"

"It's not for Ivy."

"Honey?" Gwen stood at the base of the stairs next to Sam and put her hand on the railing. "What's wrong?"

"It's Theresa…I think…I think she's dying."

Since Eve was away and there was no time to call her, another doctor, Dr. Jamie Clayton, and her assistant wheeled Theresa on a gurney towards the ER. Dr. Clayton's other assistant, a blonde woman named Amelia, lingered behind with them.

"You need to fill out an admittance form for your wife," Amelia said to Ethan.

"She's not my wife," Ethan said.

"Oh, excuse me. Sorry. Here." Amelia handed Ethan a clipboard. "Fill this out and give it to the receptionist." Emily hurried away.

Ethan sat down in one of the chairs in the Waiting Room. "Gwen, can you do me a favor and call Pilar?"

"Sure." Gwen rushed off to call Pilar while Ethan started to write out the admittance form.

Name-Theresa Crane

Age-25 (A/N: I'm just making this up. If anyone knows her real age, tell me)

Sex-Female

Next of Kin-Julian Crane

Next of Kin's Relationship with Patient-Husband

Emergency Contact-Pilar Lopez-Fitzgerald

Emergency Contact Number-586-385-847

Ethan handed the forms to the receptionist at the same time Gwen rushed back in. "I called Pilar. She's coming over."

Fox turned to Ivy. "What happened up there, Mother?"

"I-I…" Ivy looked trapped. "I guess when she shoved me back, I pushed her back in a panic. She must have tripped and hit her head."

Grace's face hardened and her mouth set in a firm line. "I don't believe you."

"Grace," Sam said warningly.

"If Theresa has the nerve to throw me out into a snowstorm, she should have no problem pushing me down the stairs!" Ivy yelped indignantly.

Grace put both her hands on Ivy's wheelchair armrests and leaned into Ivy's face, glaring. "Those are two different situations and you know it, Ivy. If she came here to prove to Ethan that you were trying to break up my marriage, which I knew she did and I know you are, why would she prove otherwise by shoving you down the stairs?"

"She's crazy, Grace!"

"Really? I don't remember hearing from Eve that Theresa was mentally unstable. I DID hear from you, though, that you want to break up my marriage. Guess where my suspicions lie."

"I…"

"You rigged this, Ivy, and you damn well know it!"

"Grace, that is absurd! Why would I do something like that?"

"Don't try to act innocent. You think I have any respect for a woman like you? I know what you've done, and I know what you are. You are a 6!tc#. You are a cold-hearted 6!tc#!" Grace straightened and with all her force slapped Ivy across the face.

"Grace!" Sam yelled.

Grace turned around to face Ethan. "Now you see what Theresa was trying to prove all along. Your mother is a scheming, lying, cold-hearted 6!tc#."

Grace turned around and stomped out of the Waiting Room. Sam ran after her calling, "Grace! Grace!"

(A/N: Hey, I told you this was anti-Ivy! Don't say I didn't warn you!)

Before Ivy, Ethan, Fox, or Gwen could say anything more, Dr. Clayton's other assistant, a man with brown-blonde hair named Elliot, came out of the ER.

"How is she?" Ethan demanded.

"Well, her hand, of course, should be easy to fix," Elliot said, and then frowned. "But her head…that's another story. Normally, it would be easy to repair, but given how fast she must have fallen and the sharpness of impact…that's a very serious injury. It dug right to the bone."

"Oh, Christ…"

"We're seeing if there's any damage right now. She should come out alive unless something entered her blood stream. I can't tell you anything more right now, but we should have more news in a few hours or so. Excuse me, I have to go." Elliot rushed back to the ER.

I'll tell you again, don't expect me to be nice to Ivy. Like Grace, I don't have any respect for her. I know people like her because she's the 'bad girl' of Harmony while Grace is the 'goody-goody', but I personally don't like prejudiced people who would give anything, even their own life, to make another person look bad.

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