Thanks to YouCan'tControlMe for asking me to join in on the 'Seven Days Of VicTORious Prompts'. I won't be updating anything else of mine until after all seven of these prompts are posted, so don't expecting anything for 'Wild Girl', 'Jori Weekend' or 'Roommates' until after Thanksgiving.
Big thanks to YouCan'tControlMe and x-clownsdontbounce-x for doing the VicTORious prompt week and the list of prompts.
First off is 'A Few Hours'. This one is more of an angst/drama one, which was weird for me to write because I don't usually write them, which is kinda odd for me because it was angst fics that got me into reading fanfiction in the first place.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'VicTORious' or its characters. The prompts and idea for the prompt week are courtesy of x-clownsdontbounce-x and YouCan'tControlMe. The song mentioned towards the end is courtesy of the band who performs it, not me.
No POV
"How are you feeling?" Tori asks her Gothic girlfriend, Jade, who is currently lying in a hospital bed.
"Not too bad, all things considered." Jade answers, gripping the tanned girl's arm tightly, her voice trembling.
Five days ago, Tori and Jade were in an auto accident on their way to a dinner date. Tori, thanks to her seatbelt and being in the passenger seat, which was the opposite side of that that got the full brunt of the hit, is fine, only having a broken arm from when her arm hit the door, some bruises, and a cut on her forehead from where it hit the window.
Jade, unfortunately, wasn't nearly as lucky. She got the full brunt of the hit, the other car hitting the driver's side door at over sixty miles an hour, the driver a drunk on his way to a bar to drink. The drunk driver was too busy chugging a beer and didn't see the light change, hitting Jade's black late 1960's model Ford Mustang, the drunk driver almost flying out of the already cracked windshield from the force of the stop and lack of a seatbelt. No news on him.
Jade lies in the hospital bed with a few broken ribs, left arm and leg broken from the hit, cuts and bruises from the broken glass, a concussion, and a near-broken neck from the whiplash of her neck being twisted towards the direction the other car was coming from and the force of her jerking to the side, her head snapping towards Tori at an unnatural force.
"Did the doctor's say anything about how long you'll be in here to heal?" Tori asks, rubbing Jade's uninjured arm, her broken arm in a cast and sling.
"Nothing you'll like." Jade admits, wincing in pain when she tries to move, but every part of her feels like it's on fire.
"Don't move. You left leg is broken from the knee down, and your right leg was almost broken as well from the impact." Tori says, putting a little pressure on Jade's uninjured shoulder to keep her down.
"It doesn't matter, babe." Jade says, using a rare gentleness that only her girlfriend has seen, since their family and friends are gone since visiting hours are over, and Mr. West using his connections as a lawyer to get his daughter the best help he can. "The doctor told me that one of my ribs is dangerously close to puncturing my lung. He also said I'm lucky I wasn't paralyzed from the neck down." She says, letting out a pain-filled grunt when she again tries to sit up.
"You'll be fine. Your dad is calling the best doctors he can and getting them to help you. If things go as planned, you'll be in surgery to get everything repaired in a few hours. He's been on the phone practically nonstop since you were brought in, using up whatever favors he can to get them here." Tori says, leaning down and giving Jade a brief kiss on the lips. "You'll be fine." She whispers, pulling away from the kiss.
"I hope so." Jade mumbles, not wanting Tori to worry more than she already is.
The next day, Mr. Vega's connections finally come through, and three of the best surgeons in the United States are on a private jet, courtesy of Mr. West, to get Jade the help she needs.
Over the next two days, Jade gets the surgery she needs, spending upwards up almost 14 to 16 hours a day in surgery, making sure her neck is fine, her ribs are set to heal properly, as well as any damage to her brain, spine, and whatever they can for her legs and arm.
A little over a week after the accident, Jade is again in surgery for her ribs and spine, while Tori rests in the Goth's hospital room, Jade's parents, brother, and step-sister from her dad's new wife, the new Mrs. West thankfully absent, stand or sit in the room with her, all but Mr. West silent. The West patriarch is on the phone, making plans to take the drunk driver to court for what happened.
This is the picture over the next three days, with the exception that the Vega's, Trina included, and their friends, Sikowitz and Lane as well, coming by to be with Jade and Tori, the Goth unconscience because of the surgeries and meds she's on. The most frequent visitors are Cat, the child-hood best friend of Jade, Beck, Jade's ex and a close friend, and André, Tori's best friend. Robbie comes in once a day after school and stays until visiting hours are over, Rex thankfully never coming with, and Trina is there an hour or so before him, since she's now in college and her classes usually end around 1:30 to 2:00 in the afternoons, so she comes to support Tori and even Jade, the two becoming closer thanks to Tori.
Mrs. Vega, a lawyer herself, though not to the degree of Mr. West, spends her time collaborating with Mr. West to charge the drunk driver with D.U.I., reckless driving, and a few other crimes since the drunk never put proper care into his car, cracked windshield and brakes that needed to be replaced months ago at least part of the list.
For another week, Jade lays in her bed, her girlfriend always at her side, when the Goth isn't in surgery, with the West and Vega parents being there as much as possible. Cat and André have started to spend the weekends at the hospital, Beck having to leave for the funeral of his dad's father in Canada for a week, so he was unable to show up, though he did call and text when he could for updates.
Finally, after almost three weeks after the accident, Jade is resting on her bed, in a medically induced coma to help her heal properly, no more surgeries needed. One evening, Tori and Mr. West being the only others in the room, Jade's doctor walks in, clipboard in hand, with a frown on his face.
"Mr. West? May I speak to you in private for a moment?" The doctor asks, sending Tori a brief glance, as he looks over the info on the clipboard.
"Of course." Mr. West says, standing from Jade's left and following the doctor out of the room.
Tori POV
I watch as Mr. West follows the doctor out, fear at what they could possibly be talking about. I look at Jade, paler than ever, cuts still healing, her ribs and skull wrapped in the bandages doctors use in those instances, her left leg and arm in casts, and her right leg wrapped in the bandages as well, I don't really know why though. My right arm is out of the cast now, and I have it gently draped over Jade's stomach, the index finger on my right hand tracing her jaw line as I stare at her, trying to imagine all the machines hooked into her gone and she's just lying on her bed, waiting for her alarm to wake her up in the mornings as usual.
A half hour later, the door opens, revealing an angry, yet upset, Mr. West. Before I can ask him what's wrong, he speaks, his gaze on Jade.
"There was a complication." He tells me, tears welling in his eyes. "One of her ribs scratched her lung, they didn't notice it until the last surgery, but it was too late. With all the work they were doing, the cut became worse. She's slowly suffocating because there's not enough air entering her lungs, her body, because of it." He says through gritted teeth, standing a few feet away from Jade's bed, fighting his tears away.
"What?" I whisper, tears streaming down my face. "That can't be. They can fix it right?" I ask, staring at the man before me.
"They say it's too late. And attempt to sew it up, or whatever, could possibly make it worse." He sneers in a mocking tone, a tone eerily similar to one Jade uses.
At that, I turn back to Jade, making to attempt to stop or wipe away my tears, fear of Jade possibly dying causing my to cry out, almost laying on her as I sob, cursing and God that'll hear me for doing this to Jade.
For over an hour I lay there, crying over Jade, as Mr. West watches from the same spot as before. Cat and the others arrive soon after, and after Mr. West relays the news to them, Cat rushes to my left side to hug both me and Jade as she cries, a task not easy with how I'm standing/leaning, and Jade laying on the bed.
"Did they say how long?" I hear my mom ask Mr. West in a whisper. It might've been louder, but with the sobs Cat and I make, it might as well have been a whisper.
"A little over three hours." I faintly hear Mr. West respond, causing Cat and I to cry harder.
Three hours. Three hours until my girlfriend of a year is taken away from me. The worst part of it is? Today is our one year anniversary. My Jade is being taken away from me one year after she first asked me out. What kind of sick joke is that?
As the time passes, Cat and I continue to hold Jade as we cry. André, Beck, Robbie, Trina, and our parents stand a few feet away from us, watching us mourn her.
At first, we don't even notice anything different. Not until Trina pulls me away do I hear the elongated beep of the heart monitor that can only mean one thing.
"NO!" I yell, moving away from my mom to hug Jade again when recognition sets in, Cat's feet seemingly giving out from under her as she drops to her knees, letting out an equally hysterical sob as Robbie goes to her side. On Jade's opposite side sits a stunned Beck, staring blankly at the body of the girl he used to love.
We remain like that for what felt like days, Cat and I crying until we're eventually on the edge passing out from exhaustion, both of us keeping a grip on Jade.
"Time of death." I hear one of the nurses say from the door. I block out what she says after that, not wanting to hear what she says.
With that, everyone, save for Jade's parents, are ushered out of the room, Cat and I holding each other as we're led to an empty room.
No POV
It's been four days since Jade West passed away from an unseen injury. The group of Jade's six friends, their parents, the Wests, the father of the group Sikowitz, and the uncle of the group Lane, finds themselves surrounding a hole in the ground, a six foot deep hole, a little over two feet wide, and six feet long. A solid black casket, painted the way Jade would have loved, resting above the hole courtesy of the pulley system set up to lower the casket into the grave safely.
As the priest drones on, Tori Vega stands, in a white dress, to the right of where Jade lays, eyes empty since the day Jade passed away, too dry to produce anymore. Beside her, Cat Valentine kneels in a white dress as well, tears seemingly never ending from her eyes. Why are the two wearing white instead of the traditional black? Something Jade told them when the Goth and half-Latina first started dating. White was originally worn at funerals because at one point, wearing white represented the soul being washed of sin, at least from what Jade heard. So, in respect of that, the two girls and their group of friends wear white while standing at the Goth's gravesite.
Finally, as her casket is lowered, one of Jade's favorite songs from one of her favorite bands starts to play over a small speaker system Beck brought for this occasion.
As the song 'Missing' by Evanescense plays around them, and a few people start to make their way to their cars, the casket is lowered until it stops.
Tori reminisces about everything monumental that's happened between her and Jade, watching as the casket starts to get covered. From when Jade spilled iced coffee on her head on Tori's first day of Hollywood Arts, to Sikowitz's 'yes' challenge, everything in between, and everything after, such as their first real date, interestingly at Nozu, and the last time Tori saw Jade alive and well. When the song ends, Tori and Cat find themselves holding each other, grieving over Jade.
Every year, the two girls make a habit of meeting up at Jade's gravesite on her birthday, and the anniversary of when Tori and Jade first got together.
After Jade's burial, Tori has refused to date again, regardless of what others try to say and do to help her, her grief of losing Jade too much for her to look at another girl again.
Sorry about this one, but this is sadly how this prompt came to me. Hopefully, the next ones won't be sad. I'll try to keep those more along the lines of my usual stuff.
See you all tomorrow for the next prompt.
Blessed Be.
