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"Daddy," Dri mumbled in her sleep.''
Richie looked up from the notebook at the sound of her voice. He set it down on the table next to the bed and took her free hand with his right one. The other one was still clutching Richie Jr. With his left hand he began petting her head.
"It's okay beautiful," He whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."
When visiting hours had ended at nine, a young nurse with brown hair and green eyes had informed him it was time to leave. Richie had very nicely declined, even though the nurse had been quite rude about telling him to leave. So she resorted to trying to make him leave. Needless to say she hadn't succeeded.
The nurse, who's name nametag read Brighton was about to call security when Dr. McDugan walked in. She asked Nurse Brighton what the problem was, and after hearing the answer, declared that Richie could stay. The nurse wasn't please but followed the doctors orders,
Dri mumbled a bit more, but Richie couldn't make out what she was saying. He just continued to caress her face and stroke her hair. Anything he could do to sooth her.
Nurse Brighton would come in every hour to check Dri's vitals. Every so often she would spare a glaring glance in Richie's direction. He got the distinct feeling that she was looking for any reason what-so-ever to throw him out.
Richie didn't care. She could try, but Brighton really didn't want to fight him on this. She would lose, but she didn't know that. Richie smiled thinking about the argument they would get into over Dri.
Nurse Brighton walked out of the room was just finishing up with Dri's vitals. After documenting them on her chart, she spared one last glare for Richie and huffily left the room, leaving the young man with a still mumbling Dri.
Richie continued talking soothingly to her, but she wasn't calming down now. She was tossing her head side to side. Richie started stroking her face.
"I'M SORRY," She cried. "DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!"
"Dri, its Richie. You're safe. Calm down."
She wasn't listening. In fact she was getting worse. She flung Richie Jr. out of her arms. It landed on the floor with a soft whoosh. She started thrashing in bed, her arms were flying up as if to protect her face. Richie grabbed them and pinned them by her sides so she wouldn't' rip out the IV lines.
"WE NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
The evil nurse along with Dr. McDugan rushed into the room. The good Doctor quickly started assessing the situation.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I don't know," Richie replied. "She was dreaming about something and started freaking out."
"LET GO OF ME!" Dri screamed. "MAC, RICHIE HELP ME!!!"
"It's okay Dri, shhh, its okay." Richie soothed.
He looked over and saw that Dr. McDugan had gotten a syringe made up and flowing into the IV line. Almost instantly Dri began to calm down. Her arms went limp under his and her cries were down to soft mumbles. Richie sighed and let go of her.
"Thanks Doctor."
She nodded and held up the syringe. "No problem. I had this on standby incase she started to hallucinate."
"What is it?"
"Just a small sedative to keep her relaxed. I told you the hallucinations might happen. I don't think this will affect her recovery."
"No more pain," Dri mumbled.
Richie turned back to her and leaned down. "No more pain sweet heart. Get some rest. I'll be right here."
"Mmm where's Richie Jr.?"
Dr. McDugan smiled and walked over to where the stuffed animal had flown. She picked it up, walked back over and laid it in Dri's arms.
"Now rest," Richie told her. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
When he stood back up he saw nurse Brighton standing across the bed with her arms crossed. Daggers shot out of her eyes as she glared at him. Richie was tired, worried, and really, extremely sick of this lady.
"Okay," He said crossing his arms across his chest to mach the nurse. "I give up. What's gotten your panties in a twist?"
The nurse's eyes went wide for a minute, but then they went back to the anger filled orbs they had been a minute ago.
Dr. McDugan looked back and forth between the two. The tension was thick in the room.
"Is there a problem Mr. Ryan?"
He nodded towards Brighton. "Every time this nurse has come into this room tonight she's glared at me with some angry expression as though I've done something wrong. I ignored it for the most part, but I'm tired and I'm sick of this game, so nurse Brighton if you could just tell me why you feel the need to be so damn angry at me I would be more than appreciative."
Dr. McDugan looked at the young nurse. "Is this true Marie?"
First names. Not a good sign between professionals.
"You should know full well why, you monster," She seethed.
"Marie!" Dr. McDugan exclaimed.
"It's okay," Richie told her calmly. "I would love to see where the nurse is going with this." He kept his gaze on the nurse. "Please continue."
"Don't mock me!" She yelled angrily. "You think I don't know what you do to her."
Richie half laughed. "I would love to know what you think I do to her."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "YOU BEAT HER YOU BASTARD!!"
"Nurse Brighton you are way out of line here," Dr. McDugan stated sternly.
"Oh come off it Doctor!" She exclaimed. "You've seen the scars. Why didn't you report him? Why are you letting the bastard get away with hurting this girl?"
Richie laughed and it was Dr. McDugans turn to narrow her eyes at the nurse.
"I don't see what's so funny," Marie stated.
"Tell me nurse," Dr. McDugan said in a tone as though she was asking something from a pupil. "Do you see any recent signs of abuse on the patient?"
Marie furrowed her brow in puzzlement. "Well no, but I don't see."
"And tell me nurse Brighton," McDugan cut her off. "Why you think it is she was calling out to Mr. Ryan for help?"
"Well," She paused and looked back and forth between the two. "Well I don't know exactly."
"Of course you don't," Richie snapped. "Because you wouldn't know that the man who abused her for years is dead. He was found murdered on his yacht!"
The nurse's jaw dropped open.
"My friend and I took her in because we knew who she was and we cared about her. We helped her through the pain and the nightmares. I would never hurt her Nurse Brighton and I will never let anyone hurt her ever again!"
"Mmm, Richie," Dri mumbled.
Richie's face softened as he knelt down by Dri. "It's okay beautiful." He stroked her hair. "I'm right here."
"I'm sorry," Nurse Brighton whispered, hanging her head down. "I didn't know."
"I think you should leave this room Nurse," Dr. McDugan stated. "I will meet you at the nurse's station momentarily.
"Yes, Doctor," Nurse Brighton replied as she quickly walked out of the room.
"I am sorry about this," Dr. McDugan told him. "Nurse Brighton will be reassigned."
Richie looked up at the doctor. "Don't worry about the hassle. It's no big deal. Just make sure Dri gets better and we'll call it even."
Dr. McDugan smiled. "Deal." She said. McDugan put a reassuring hand on Richie's shoulder. She felt him tense but didn't say anything. Instead she just turned and walked out of the room.
TBC~~Please Review.
"Daddy," Dri mumbled in her sleep.''
Richie looked up from the notebook at the sound of her voice. He set it down on the table next to the bed and took her free hand with his right one. The other one was still clutching Richie Jr. With his left hand he began petting her head.
"It's okay beautiful," He whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."
When visiting hours had ended at nine, a young nurse with brown hair and green eyes had informed him it was time to leave. Richie had very nicely declined, even though the nurse had been quite rude about telling him to leave. So she resorted to trying to make him leave. Needless to say she hadn't succeeded.
The nurse, who's name nametag read Brighton was about to call security when Dr. McDugan walked in. She asked Nurse Brighton what the problem was, and after hearing the answer, declared that Richie could stay. The nurse wasn't please but followed the doctors orders,
Dri mumbled a bit more, but Richie couldn't make out what she was saying. He just continued to caress her face and stroke her hair. Anything he could do to sooth her.
Nurse Brighton would come in every hour to check Dri's vitals. Every so often she would spare a glaring glance in Richie's direction. He got the distinct feeling that she was looking for any reason what-so-ever to throw him out.
Richie didn't care. She could try, but Brighton really didn't want to fight him on this. She would lose, but she didn't know that. Richie smiled thinking about the argument they would get into over Dri.
Nurse Brighton walked out of the room was just finishing up with Dri's vitals. After documenting them on her chart, she spared one last glare for Richie and huffily left the room, leaving the young man with a still mumbling Dri.
Richie continued talking soothingly to her, but she wasn't calming down now. She was tossing her head side to side. Richie started stroking her face.
"I'M SORRY," She cried. "DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!"
"Dri, its Richie. You're safe. Calm down."
She wasn't listening. In fact she was getting worse. She flung Richie Jr. out of her arms. It landed on the floor with a soft whoosh. She started thrashing in bed, her arms were flying up as if to protect her face. Richie grabbed them and pinned them by her sides so she wouldn't' rip out the IV lines.
"WE NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
The evil nurse along with Dr. McDugan rushed into the room. The good Doctor quickly started assessing the situation.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I don't know," Richie replied. "She was dreaming about something and started freaking out."
"LET GO OF ME!" Dri screamed. "MAC, RICHIE HELP ME!!!"
"It's okay Dri, shhh, its okay." Richie soothed.
He looked over and saw that Dr. McDugan had gotten a syringe made up and flowing into the IV line. Almost instantly Dri began to calm down. Her arms went limp under his and her cries were down to soft mumbles. Richie sighed and let go of her.
"Thanks Doctor."
She nodded and held up the syringe. "No problem. I had this on standby incase she started to hallucinate."
"What is it?"
"Just a small sedative to keep her relaxed. I told you the hallucinations might happen. I don't think this will affect her recovery."
"No more pain," Dri mumbled.
Richie turned back to her and leaned down. "No more pain sweet heart. Get some rest. I'll be right here."
"Mmm where's Richie Jr.?"
Dr. McDugan smiled and walked over to where the stuffed animal had flown. She picked it up, walked back over and laid it in Dri's arms.
"Now rest," Richie told her. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
When he stood back up he saw nurse Brighton standing across the bed with her arms crossed. Daggers shot out of her eyes as she glared at him. Richie was tired, worried, and really, extremely sick of this lady.
"Okay," He said crossing his arms across his chest to mach the nurse. "I give up. What's gotten your panties in a twist?"
The nurse's eyes went wide for a minute, but then they went back to the anger filled orbs they had been a minute ago.
Dr. McDugan looked back and forth between the two. The tension was thick in the room.
"Is there a problem Mr. Ryan?"
He nodded towards Brighton. "Every time this nurse has come into this room tonight she's glared at me with some angry expression as though I've done something wrong. I ignored it for the most part, but I'm tired and I'm sick of this game, so nurse Brighton if you could just tell me why you feel the need to be so damn angry at me I would be more than appreciative."
Dr. McDugan looked at the young nurse. "Is this true Marie?"
First names. Not a good sign between professionals.
"You should know full well why, you monster," She seethed.
"Marie!" Dr. McDugan exclaimed.
"It's okay," Richie told her calmly. "I would love to see where the nurse is going with this." He kept his gaze on the nurse. "Please continue."
"Don't mock me!" She yelled angrily. "You think I don't know what you do to her."
Richie half laughed. "I would love to know what you think I do to her."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "YOU BEAT HER YOU BASTARD!!"
"Nurse Brighton you are way out of line here," Dr. McDugan stated sternly.
"Oh come off it Doctor!" She exclaimed. "You've seen the scars. Why didn't you report him? Why are you letting the bastard get away with hurting this girl?"
Richie laughed and it was Dr. McDugans turn to narrow her eyes at the nurse.
"I don't see what's so funny," Marie stated.
"Tell me nurse," Dr. McDugan said in a tone as though she was asking something from a pupil. "Do you see any recent signs of abuse on the patient?"
Marie furrowed her brow in puzzlement. "Well no, but I don't see."
"And tell me nurse Brighton," McDugan cut her off. "Why you think it is she was calling out to Mr. Ryan for help?"
"Well," She paused and looked back and forth between the two. "Well I don't know exactly."
"Of course you don't," Richie snapped. "Because you wouldn't know that the man who abused her for years is dead. He was found murdered on his yacht!"
The nurse's jaw dropped open.
"My friend and I took her in because we knew who she was and we cared about her. We helped her through the pain and the nightmares. I would never hurt her Nurse Brighton and I will never let anyone hurt her ever again!"
"Mmm, Richie," Dri mumbled.
Richie's face softened as he knelt down by Dri. "It's okay beautiful." He stroked her hair. "I'm right here."
"I'm sorry," Nurse Brighton whispered, hanging her head down. "I didn't know."
"I think you should leave this room Nurse," Dr. McDugan stated. "I will meet you at the nurse's station momentarily.
"Yes, Doctor," Nurse Brighton replied as she quickly walked out of the room.
"I am sorry about this," Dr. McDugan told him. "Nurse Brighton will be reassigned."
Richie looked up at the doctor. "Don't worry about the hassle. It's no big deal. Just make sure Dri gets better and we'll call it even."
Dr. McDugan smiled. "Deal." She said. McDugan put a reassuring hand on Richie's shoulder. She felt him tense but didn't say anything. Instead she just turned and walked out of the room.
TBC~~Please Review.
