~Blood Rose~
So if you keep a hiding place,
It's probably in your heart.
You will keep inside forever this space,
Of the darkness of wishing to start.
(From Hiding Places: Saffer, Daniel R)
Chapter 6:
When Jax had watched in seemingly slow motion Skye sway and collapse he'd been the first at her side, catching her before her head touched the ground. He'd lifted her up and gotten her to a speedboat joined by Alan and AJ while the others took to other boats so as not to crowd the space. AJ had taken the wheel while Alan called to make arrangements for an ambulance to meet them at the docks.
Not married to Skye, Jax was not allowed to come in the ambulance so he'd been forced to let go of her. Besides, Alan could do better for her in the ambulance, what could he do? He hated feeling helpless.
Now Jax paced back and forth in the waiting room. He vaguely acknowledged the fact that Alexis was speaking to him but what her words were he did not know. It wasn't until Alan walked up did he stop to concentrate on anything but his worry.
"How is she?" Jax asked at the same moment AJ inquired, "What's wrong?"
"She'll be fine, after a few blood transfusions, she's severely anemic but fine. Doctor Jenison's taken over, she thought it would be best since I'm close to Skye to let her take care of everything. But she's fine, a few days in the hospital, she'll be fine." He seemed unaware that he was being repetitive but regardless the information brought ease to all those presence. She was fine, just fine. At least that they knew.
Antoinette opened her heavy eyes to look about her. With a quick glance around it was not hard to deduce she was in a hospital. She hated hospitals; she'd found herself in them far too often. There was a distinct smell to hospitals, a mixture of medicines, ammonia, life, and to the familiar, death.
Antoinette did not need to wonder how she'd gotten there or what had happened; in fact she cared little about such questions. She only had one question, a question whose answer could have dramatic affects on what her next move in this life of hers would be.
"Ms. Chandler-Quartermaine?"
A tall brunette stepped in, a woman, a doctor, and a familiar face.
"Do they-" Antoinette began to ask with out formalities or care for anything else but an answer to her dire question. Did they know?
"No." The doctor was not happy to answer the unfinished question in a negative. She did not agree with her patient's wishes, but she was obliged to follow them.
Antoinette closed her eyes, relaxing in relief, listening to what else the other woman had to say.
"They would know if I had not been here knowing your wishes. It would be best if you told them now yourself." There was a wistful tone to her voice, if with little hope, she had come to know her patient well enough to know what the reply would be.
"They will not be told."
With a very heavy sigh the doctor sank into a chair along side the bed. "They need to know, it's only a matter of time. What do you plan on doing, disappearing so they never know?" The moment the words escaped her lips she knew that was the wrong question to ask this particular patient. "You're not are you?" she asked tentatively.
"That is none of your concern Doctor Jenison. You are a doctor and I your patient, so long as I am capable of making my own decisions you are bond by to what I decide. Now what did you tell them?"
"That you're anemic, which is true. We've already administered two units of blood and you will need more. Normally I'd have you stay about three days but with your additional condition-"
"No. I will stay the night to give you time to administer how many more units I require. I will not stay with the chance my father or someone else I know will pick up my chart and discover anything else."
"That wont happen, you had a CBC test revealing your anemia, it only shows your blood count. At least stay the three days, your father knows the policies and would more likely to suspect something if you signed yourself out against my orders."
"Three days then, no more," Antoinette agreed, now was not the time to evoke any unnecessary concern; she already had damage control to do after that dream.
With a sigh Doctor Jenison decided not to push, since meeting Ms. Chandler- Quartermaine she'd become well aware it was near impossible to bully her into anything. If she had her way this particular patient would be on extremely strict schedule containing lots of rest but she did not have that power as the patient knew far too well.
"Shall I let them know you're awake?"
Taking the cue from a nod, the doctor headed out stopping at her name.
"Sheryl? Thank you."
"Sure Skye, as much I as think you should tell them, sure."
Antoinette heard the other woman leave; she had not opened her eyes once during the conversation. She was afraid she would have begun to cry, she'd already become emotional once during a conversation with Doctor Jenison and while that had the good affect of making the doctor feel kindly toward her, and take the extra step to fulfill her wishes even though she disagreed, she was not about to do it again.
Feeling the beginning of a rather large headache, Antoinette sifted through thoughts of how to handle her visitors. They knew not the whole truth which made things easier, but she knew that after witnessing her behavior before collapsing, she could not keep the questions at bay for long. She had already been pushing it with Jax, keeping him too scared to say anything but she doubted that would work much longer. No, Antoinette had her work cut out for her in keeping her secrets, secrets were very hard work.
So if you keep a hiding place,
It's probably in your heart.
You will keep inside forever this space,
Of the darkness of wishing to start.
(From Hiding Places: Saffer, Daniel R)
Chapter 6:
When Jax had watched in seemingly slow motion Skye sway and collapse he'd been the first at her side, catching her before her head touched the ground. He'd lifted her up and gotten her to a speedboat joined by Alan and AJ while the others took to other boats so as not to crowd the space. AJ had taken the wheel while Alan called to make arrangements for an ambulance to meet them at the docks.
Not married to Skye, Jax was not allowed to come in the ambulance so he'd been forced to let go of her. Besides, Alan could do better for her in the ambulance, what could he do? He hated feeling helpless.
Now Jax paced back and forth in the waiting room. He vaguely acknowledged the fact that Alexis was speaking to him but what her words were he did not know. It wasn't until Alan walked up did he stop to concentrate on anything but his worry.
"How is she?" Jax asked at the same moment AJ inquired, "What's wrong?"
"She'll be fine, after a few blood transfusions, she's severely anemic but fine. Doctor Jenison's taken over, she thought it would be best since I'm close to Skye to let her take care of everything. But she's fine, a few days in the hospital, she'll be fine." He seemed unaware that he was being repetitive but regardless the information brought ease to all those presence. She was fine, just fine. At least that they knew.
Antoinette opened her heavy eyes to look about her. With a quick glance around it was not hard to deduce she was in a hospital. She hated hospitals; she'd found herself in them far too often. There was a distinct smell to hospitals, a mixture of medicines, ammonia, life, and to the familiar, death.
Antoinette did not need to wonder how she'd gotten there or what had happened; in fact she cared little about such questions. She only had one question, a question whose answer could have dramatic affects on what her next move in this life of hers would be.
"Ms. Chandler-Quartermaine?"
A tall brunette stepped in, a woman, a doctor, and a familiar face.
"Do they-" Antoinette began to ask with out formalities or care for anything else but an answer to her dire question. Did they know?
"No." The doctor was not happy to answer the unfinished question in a negative. She did not agree with her patient's wishes, but she was obliged to follow them.
Antoinette closed her eyes, relaxing in relief, listening to what else the other woman had to say.
"They would know if I had not been here knowing your wishes. It would be best if you told them now yourself." There was a wistful tone to her voice, if with little hope, she had come to know her patient well enough to know what the reply would be.
"They will not be told."
With a very heavy sigh the doctor sank into a chair along side the bed. "They need to know, it's only a matter of time. What do you plan on doing, disappearing so they never know?" The moment the words escaped her lips she knew that was the wrong question to ask this particular patient. "You're not are you?" she asked tentatively.
"That is none of your concern Doctor Jenison. You are a doctor and I your patient, so long as I am capable of making my own decisions you are bond by to what I decide. Now what did you tell them?"
"That you're anemic, which is true. We've already administered two units of blood and you will need more. Normally I'd have you stay about three days but with your additional condition-"
"No. I will stay the night to give you time to administer how many more units I require. I will not stay with the chance my father or someone else I know will pick up my chart and discover anything else."
"That wont happen, you had a CBC test revealing your anemia, it only shows your blood count. At least stay the three days, your father knows the policies and would more likely to suspect something if you signed yourself out against my orders."
"Three days then, no more," Antoinette agreed, now was not the time to evoke any unnecessary concern; she already had damage control to do after that dream.
With a sigh Doctor Jenison decided not to push, since meeting Ms. Chandler- Quartermaine she'd become well aware it was near impossible to bully her into anything. If she had her way this particular patient would be on extremely strict schedule containing lots of rest but she did not have that power as the patient knew far too well.
"Shall I let them know you're awake?"
Taking the cue from a nod, the doctor headed out stopping at her name.
"Sheryl? Thank you."
"Sure Skye, as much I as think you should tell them, sure."
Antoinette heard the other woman leave; she had not opened her eyes once during the conversation. She was afraid she would have begun to cry, she'd already become emotional once during a conversation with Doctor Jenison and while that had the good affect of making the doctor feel kindly toward her, and take the extra step to fulfill her wishes even though she disagreed, she was not about to do it again.
Feeling the beginning of a rather large headache, Antoinette sifted through thoughts of how to handle her visitors. They knew not the whole truth which made things easier, but she knew that after witnessing her behavior before collapsing, she could not keep the questions at bay for long. She had already been pushing it with Jax, keeping him too scared to say anything but she doubted that would work much longer. No, Antoinette had her work cut out for her in keeping her secrets, secrets were very hard work.
