Chapter 2:

Day 4: Continued

A few moments later the doctor reenters the room.

"Have you come to a decision?"

"Yes Dr. I choose to have my ovaries removed. I think it offers me the best protection. Plus if I change my mind in the future I can have them put back in."

"And you understand you will have to take hormone replacement therapy for the rest of your life?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Ok. I will send a nurse in to prep you for surgery."

"K, Thank you." She nods and walks out.

A few moments later a nurse comes in. She takes me to a different room with a shower and hands me a hospital gown.

"Please shower and wash yourself with this anti bacterial body soap. It helps to kill germs, which helps to cut down on the chance of infection."

I take my second shower for the day and dress in a hospital gown that opens in the back. I hope I don't have to walk through the halls wearing this thing. My ass would be hanging out the back.

The nurse comes in and hands me another hospital gown for me to wear like a robe, to keep my back side from being exposed. I take the gown thankfully and put it on. She ushers me down the hall and into a surgical room and instructs me to get up on the bed.

I climb in to the bed and stare at the ceiling. This is it. From now on I will have to take hormonal medicine for the rest of my life. I will only be able to have babies, is if I have them put back in. But at least others will not be able to force their choices upon me. At peace with my decision and nothing left to do but wait, I stare at the ceiling.

The Dr walks in.

"You ready girl?" I nod.

"Well here we go. This is your Anesthesiologist. She will be putting you to sleep for the operation."

"Hello Sookie. My name is doctor Mac. I am going to put a needle in your arm then I am going to put a mask over your face. I want you to count backwards from 20. You will fall asleep fast and not feel a thing." She pats my arm in a comforting manner before going about her work. She puts a needle in my arm and hooks me up to a heart monitor, then a O2 sensor. Then she plugs them all in to some machine with a screen.

She puts the mask over my face and turns a knob on a container of gas. I start to count backwards from 20. Before I know what has happened, I am fast asleep.

Day 4: Later the same day.

I wake up with a gasp, confused about where I am. I look around taking in my surroundings. I feel two sharp pains in my lower stomach by my hips. I look down at myself and see I am wearing a hospital gown. I suddenly remember where I am and why.

I careful lift the gown and look at the two new scars on my body. They look fresh and raw and are sore to the touch. It is done. No one will use me as their personal baby making machine now.

The Dr. comes in and looks over my wounds. She pulls out a vile of blood that was hidden in her coat.

"The Viking left some of his blood with me, just in case you need it. Since he will no longer be able to come to your rescue, if you are injured. This should help your wounds to heal faster. But you will still have a scar and be sore for a few days. I am only going to apply a few drops topically. This will heal only the top layers of your skin. But it will keep the wound closed, which will keep it from getting infected, as well as speed up your recovery. I will save the rest of his blood, in case you really need it to save your life. Since the blood was given willingly by your vampire, it should save you from the bad side effects, most v users suffer from. But just in case I had a stasis spell cast on the viles to keep it them from spoiling. The status spell was just preformed on your ovaries as well. I have them well hidden in case you want them in the future."

I nod my understanding. A tear slips down my face at the news. My thoughtful Viking as always, thought of everything. He even left me some of his blood to heal me, if I need it.

I start to cry and heave, but the action itself causes me pain at the surgery site. I slowly gather myself. My Viking truly loved me. Why could I never see it before?

I stay in the hospital for 2 full days healing.

Day 7:

Dr Lugwig finally gives me the ok to leave. So I sign the needed paper work and pay for the surgery. The doctor arranges for one of her nurses to drive me home and has another nurse follow us in my car. I really need to get a new one now.

When we arrive at my home, the nurses help me out of my car. I lean on them as I make my way into my house. One helps me get in to bed and one goes to the kitchen. The second nurse comes back with a glass of water and sets it beside my bed along with some pain pills.

"Take one pill, as needed for pain, every 8 hours. While on these meds it will make it hard for you to keep track of time. So write down the time you take each pill, on this pad of paper I have left here for you. Make sure you use it. It is really bad for your liver if you take too many." I nod my understanding while the nurses gather their things and leave.

Home at last. It might not be grand, but it is mine. I some how feel much better just from being home. I guess it is being someplace familiar, makes me feel more relaxed. I pull myself out of bed and take a careful shower. At least Eric blood sealed the wounds, so I don't have to put plastic over them. Once clean I get out, brush my teeth and hair. I climb back in to bed too tired to do much else.

Day 8:

I wake up again. It is light out. I look at the clock and see I must have slept through the night and well into the next day. I carefully get up and go to the bathroom. I notice that my stomach is now where near as sore as it was yesterday. But it is still healing.

I take another careful shower and then head to the kitchen to make myself some food. I am starving.

I cook a nice breakfast and brew some coffee, then sit down and eat it at the table. The quiet of the house is consuming me. I wonder if my brother even noticed I had been gone for the past few days. Most likely not. Jason rarely notices anything, unless it has to do with him or the women he beds.

I clean up the kitchen and walk past my answering machine. The light is flashing. I push the button to hear the message.

"Sookie are you there. Arlene call out today. Can you come in and cover her shift? Anyway call me back." It was Sam. He knows I no longer work there, but I guess he must have been desperate to call. Either that or he was using it as an excuse to corner me about getting with him, now that I am free from "vile vampires". I sigh to myself before the next message plays.

"Neice. It has been a while since we have seen you. We should get together and… what is it you always say…. Catch up? Yes I believe that it is Catch up." Dermot hangs up without saying anything else.

"Sookie, Alcide here. I was wondering if you were busy. Maybe we could go out sometime. Anyway call me." I am sure he has heard about Eric as well. Well they all can just keep waiting for me to call them back. I don't feel like dealing with any of them today. That being the last message and walk back down the hall and climb in bed. I need my body to heal as quickly as possible. I have a feeling things will be hitting the fan soon.

Day 9:

I wake up and head to the bathroom to do my morning ritual. Then I head to the kitchen and make breakfast. I am starving since I have not been eating as well as I should have, for the past few days. So I make myself double servings. I notice my body almost feels back to normal. I feel my strength returning and the surgical site is no longer sore to the touch. It only hurts now when I move a certain way. I need to go out today and get my prescription filled for Hormone therapy. I started having hot and cold flashes last night. I must be running low on estrogen. I should buy some soy milk as well. Gran used to swear by it as a cure for her menopause.

I don't see any new messages on the machine, so I grab my keys and library books. I head out into town and stop at the library. I check out some new books. If I need to rest for a few more days, at least I will have something interesting to read. Then I stop by the pharmacy and get my new prescription. Before I know it I am on my way home.

I pull my car over by my mailbox to check my mail. It has been a while since I last checked it, so it should be building up. I pull out a rather large stack of letters and advertisements. I throw them into the front seat of my car and drive up to the house.

I go inside, carrying everything from my trip and put the mail down on the counter. Still no new messages on the answering machine. So I put everything away and take my pills. Time for lunch. I make myself a turkey sandwich and pick up one of the books I checked out to read while I eat. Once done eating I clean up my mess.

After sitting there thinking for a while, I wonder if Dr. Lugwig could get me some unwanted ovaries. She could put them in a specimen jar and inject them with silver and lemon. Then I could show this to all the sups who want to force me to reproduce with them. Seeing is believing, as they say. It might prevent them from trying to force themselves on me, since they will know it will be pointless. Which in turn, would save me a whole lot of problems and future heart ache. So I make a call into Dr. Lugwig. I sit on hold, while they page her to the phone. A good while later she picks up.

"What do you need my Dear. Are you having problems with the surgical site?"

I inform the doctor of my plan. She agrees it would be a good idea. There is no denying the evidence when it is there, in your face. She tells me she will contact a local medical college and make the request. She approves of injecting them with silver and lemon. Since it will keep sups from stealing them to harvest the eggs or doing a DNA analysis on them. We don't want them to find out they are not mine. The silver will keep them from being useful to Weres and Lemon will keep them being useful to Fairies. Plus Lemon is very acidic and will slowly erode the ovaries away. So they would be too acidic to be able to use them on humans or any other sups as well. I win all the way around. The Doctor informs me she should have them by the end of the day and will send someone over with them. She quickly hangs up figuring there is nothing left to talk about. I just shake my head while staring at the phone. Sups have no phone etiquette what so ever.

Just then I hear a knock on the door. I walk to the front of the house to answer it.

It is Sam.

"Hey Chere, how you doing? I just heard through the grape vine what happened with Eric."

He takes me into a hug.

I keep my shields down so I can hear his thoughts. I have to know if what Mr C said is really true.

At least she is away from those blood suckers now. She is too good for them. She should be with me in the sunlight. I can marry her and give her children. Our children would be like no others. They would be able to shift, have the spark and have telepathy. They would powerful indeed. Now I just have to convince her to marry me. I will be greatly rewarded by both the fae and Felipe. They gave me their word that they would leave her alone, if I can get her pregnant. Then she would be free from all their bull shit.

I let out a little sob in shock and sorrow. Sam was in on it too. Sam who I always thought was a true friend. He is doing it to protect me, in his own mind, but he was still betraying me all the same.

I pull back from him and sob. I have lost another friend. But I guess he never really was a friend at all.

"Chere, it will be ok. You still have me. I will marry you and we could have a nice family together. We could be happy and grow old together. All you have to do is accept." He says this thinking I am afraid of being alone, rather than the fact that I just heard his true intentions.

"Sam… I am sorry. But I do not love you." I say still consumed with my sorrow.

"That is ok Chere. Maybe in time you will learn to love me. I can protect you. You would never have to worry again." Why is it that the Sup men in my life seem to think I can't make it, unless I have a sup man there to tell me what to do. It not like being with him will keep others from coming after me. That is one major thing I have learned, from all I have been through. Others will always come.

"NO Sam! I will not marry you! ...I do not want to marry you! I do not want to grow old with you! And I definitely do not want to have children with you! It is you who wants children, not me! Why would I want children? So all the sups in the world could put them in danger, use them and abuse them, like they have done to me? No, No , NO! I will not have children!"

"You can't still be hung up on that Vampire! He was just using you and left you when something better came along." I slap him clear across his face.

"You know nothing Sam Merlotte! Eric is the only one for me and if I can't have him, I will have no one. Why could you never see that I loved him and he loved me! Why couldn't you be happy for me and support me, like a good friend should, rather than always trying to bring me down? I loved him Sam. He was the love of my life. You can never replace him. You will never be him."

"You and your fucking vampires Sookie! Do you not see all the danger they put you in? I could love you and protect you, yet you through it back in my face because I am not a fucking vampire."

"Is that what you truly believe? It is just because you are not a vampire? No Sam. If you would have asked me out during the first 5 years I worked at Merlotte's, I would have gladly went out with you. We could have built a relationship and then I might have grown to love you. But no, you never asked me out once, in the first 5 years you knew me. Why? Because you were not interested in me, until vampires came along and wanted me. That is your own fault. You waited till I fell in love with someone else, before you made a move. You didn't share your secret with me, even though you knew I was different too. By the time you decide to ask me out, you were clearly in the best friend zone. You had your chance. It is not my fault, you never took the chance in the 5 years you had."

Sam looks resigned to my words. Now he knows how I truly feel.

"Do you even know or care where I have been for the past few days? Well let me tell you. I was made aware of how all you sups, are working together to force me to get pregnant. Well that won't be happening now. I got my ovaries removed."

I pull up my shirt, lower the hem of my pants a few inches, to show the mostly healed scars. Sam looks at me, with big shocked eyes. He slowly takes in the sight of my scars. I guess he never thought I would go through with something like this to protect myself. He always assumed that I wanted children and would not be happy without them. But now he knows he is clearly mistaken. While it might be true in a perfect world, without Sups after me. But the reality is, it is not true in this world, the real world. I will not birth children just to have their lives in constant danger.

After a few moments Sam's eyes lose their unfocused look and I see the reality of it finally starting to hitting him. Now he knows I refuse to be his wife and I will never be his baby mama. Ever. He has nothing to stand on.

"So no, I will not be having your children or anyone else's! You get out and don't come back! You hear me Sam Merlotte?"

Sam stands from the couch without another word, looks at me, shakes his head and leaves through the front door. Well that is one Sup down and just a few more to go. At least that is one less, I will have to worry about trying to use me. I can't believe he made deals with the Fae and Felipe.

I guess he was never truly my friend after all. Just someone pretending to be.