Well it took forever but finally, here it is. Ambition chapter 7 :)
Derek's POV
The next morning, we're working on Let Me Be Your Star and Ivy's voice is cracking, she's starting to sound like that damn Disney mouse since she's trying to push through it but she's squeaking. It's getting so annoying I can hardly listen to this anymore, "IVY, STOP" I yell at her.
"what?" she asks, but it's more of a squeak. God, she even looks like that mouse, she's got on red today.
"do you not hear your voice cracking?" I ask her.
"I'm just trying to push through that…" she mumbles.
"it's making everybody else sound ridiculous" I tell her, it's just annoying.
"ridiculous?" she shrieks. Her voice really cracked that time, she better not lose it completely.
"yeah Ivy, ridiculous. You're starting to sound like that damn mouse" I really don't like Disney, I don't see the point, that Minnie Mouse thing or whatever it's called annoys me.
"THIS is ridiculous! How does anyone put up with being directed by you?" she asks, well croaks.
"just do as I say, the last thing I need is that voice going completely" I yell, knowing I get full power over this argument if her voice goes out.
"this is stupid…" she mumbles.
"it's still cracking Ivy, why the HELL is your voice cracking?" I yell at her, there better not be something seriously wrong with her voice, or else she can't be Marilyn, well we've already crossed that bridge, she's pregnant, and Marilyn can't be pregnant.
"I DON'T KNOW" she squeaks, obviously trying to scream. And I can't decide if it's hilarious or annoying at this point.
"you sound like a mouse. I'm gonna need Cartwright in here if your voice doesn't quit that" I exclaim, Karen's head shoots up at the mention of her name, at least someone is paying attention here.
She opens her mouth to try to protest but all that comes out is a squeak. And it's ridiculous. She gasps and looks to Tom to help her. I can't help but laugh, "damn it, do something about that voice" I snap.
Before she can protest again the stage manager calls for a ten minute break. She tries to run out of the room but Tom stops her.
Tom's POV
I stop Ivy from running away and give her shoulder a gentle squeeze, "what's going on?"
"I don't know…" she tries to say, but it sounds like a strained squeak.
"do you want me to call your doctor?" I ask, she opens her mouth to reply, but I stop her, "don't talk, just nod"
She hesitantly nods, I know she's not a big fan of doctors, but we need to get this checked out. "alright, is your throat bothering you?" I ask, she could have a sore throat and not be telling any of us.
She just shrugs, and I get her a cup of water from the bottle in the corner. "drink all of this, and I'm gonna see how soon we can get you in to your doctor"
She starts to sip the water and gives me a small smile. I call her doctors office after she gives me the number, and I'm lucky enough to get her in today, they squeezed her in this afternoon.
I smile at Ivy, who looks annoyed. "she's got an opening in an hour, I'll take you so you don't have to strain your voice"
She glares at me, and I smile "it's probably just stress, but we really should get this checked out"
She just continues to glare at me as I go to let Julia know I'm taking Ivy to the doctor. I walk back over to Ivy and the cab ride to the office is silent, well partially because of her voice, and she's probably mad at me.
She signs herself in and sits by me, still glaring at me, and pouting. I gently squeeze her shoulder, "relax, you'll be fine"
She just continues to pout but her glare goes away as we wait on the woman. A tall redheaded nurse calls her name about fifteen minutes later and she hesitantly gets up and follows the woman as they check her height, weight and temperature. This is when I realize it's been a while since she's been to the doctor, yeah, she's gone for the baby, but just not for a checkup or anything else.
They get her into an exam room and the nurse takes her blood pressure, "try to relax Ivy, it's a little high"
Ivy sighs and glares at me. I get up and start to rub her back, "don't worry, just take some deep breaths" the nurse smiles and Ivy tries to take a few breaths.
She checks her blood pressure again and smiles, "that's better… just try to relax and your doctor will be in soon"
Ivy tenses up as the door closes and glares at me. She hasn't really said a word since we've been here, and I can tell she just hates it. About ten minutes later there's a knock, and Ivy tries to tell the woman to come in.
She smiles at Ivy, "what's been going on?"
Ivy tries to explain to the woman that her voice has been cracking but it comes out as little squeaks. I squeeze Ivy's shoulder and explain the situation to the woman who nods and smiles at ivy.
The doctor starts to examine Ivy, and she just sits there and lets the woman do what she needs to. "has your throat been sore?"
Ivy just shrugs and shakes her head, still not saying anything. The doctor smiles as she grabs a tongue depressor and her light. I notice Ivy's hand reaching for mine so I take it and rub small circles on the top of her hand. Ivy hesitantly opens her mouth and squeezes my hand tight while the doctor is looking at her throat.
A couple seconds later she takes the tongue depressor out and smiles, "it's just a little red, nothing seems swollen and this is most likely something some rest and maybe a little prednisone would clear up"
Ivy looks at me when she mentions the medicine, almost begging for it. But I'm worried about how it's going to affect her and the baby.
"Ivy, I think you'll be fine without the medicine, just rest for a few days" I suggest.
She pouts, "b…ut" I try so hard not to laugh when she tries to talk, she's really hoarse and I know she's trying to push it.
"I'll write you a prescription, but nothing's swollen, or infected, but if things don't get any better in a day or two, then you can take some. Just rest and make sure you drink enough fluids" the woman smiles, writing the information for her medicine on a slip of paper.
Ivy smiles and takes the slip giving me a look that actually isn't a glare for once. When the doctor leaves I suggest getting her some Italian ice to help soothe her throat and she agrees without any hesitation. I take the prescription slip from her, so I can hold on to it unless she needs it, since we really have to think about the baby and what could happen if she takes this.