A/N: I wrote as fast as I could to at least get the first part of the chapter done. Sorry if some of this stuff doesn't sound right I'm not a doctor! KLEENEX ALERT I cried like four times while writing it and listening to the playlist that goes with it. A very sensitive subject is brought up and I haven't been through that type of situation and I hope I never have to. I'm sorry to any woman that has been through that type of pain or any man that has had to watch his woman go through it. You will know what I'm talking about once you get there. This is the summary for Fighting Through Life:
When they thought that all the drama was gone and happiness was all that was left, tragedy strikes tearing their lives apart. Death looms over Tiara and Ian's heads throughout the story. History comes back and replays itself unraveling in front of Tiara's eyes her greatest fears coming to life. A piece of happiness brings the couple back together again but with lies and deceit, they are torn apart. This is the most painful time of their lives.
Fighting Through Life- Ch. 1 Dazed and Confused: Part 1
Point of View: Tiara Green
I'm cold so unbelievably cold. I'm in what seems like a pure concrete room, which doesn't supply the most warmth. My stomach is killing me and I'm almost sure that my period has started. Having a heavy cycle sucks even more now since the pain has been lasting for about two days I think. From my sleeping patterns, I would assume it's the afternoon of March 18, 2012. There are no windows I don't have any access to the outside world… I've been kidnapped.
I don't eat even though I'm given food I'm always in pain after having to fight to keep my body to myself against a man I'm sore and weak. I've begged and cried needing to know if the man I love is still alive. I've heard such a familiar voice talking to a British woman that I could recognize anywhere, Emilia Clarke. She tries to talk to me whenever she knows that this mystery guy isn't around. Every time the psychopath wants to come around me, he gets Emilia to drug me up and I pass out.
"I'm sorry I have to do this I promise I'll get you out of here. Ian is in the hospital alive but I'm sad to say not well." Emilia gives me a sympathetic smile before gently grabbing my arm.
"No I want to know what happens," I mumble taking her by surprise.
"Oh um okay," She turns around to see if whoever is watching then squirts the liquid out. "I'm going to save you I'm only agreeing to everything so that I can make sure nothing happens to you. We both know Ian would not be too happy about that."
"Emilia how long does it take to shove a needle in her arm?"
"Sorry she was putting up a fight." Emilia gets up and walks down the hallway disappearing into the darkness.
"Oh today is the day I finally get to fully enjoy you my love. I upped the dosage that you gave her so I'll be awhile."
I heard what sounded like a steel door close and pure shock overwhelmed me… it was Dylan Beckford. He was the reason why I was here and why I felt paranoid and most importantly, why Ian was most likely fighting for his life right now. I wanted to kick his face in but I didn't have the strength to lift a finger.
He bends over in front of me putting his hands on his knees, "Hello there. Today we are going to have some fun and this time you are not going to fight me back."
I don't say anything and blankly stare back at him. Dylan pulls me by my ankles towards him leaving a trail of blood behind me.
"Aw looky here someone started the period. When did this start?" I continue to just look at him. "Answer me!" He slaps me across my face.
"Today," I mumble.
Dylan grazes his hand over my pum making me flinch. "So beautiful."
"Tell me what's wrong with Ian."
"Ian? You have me Tiara you don't need him anymore he's dead anyways."
No…no he's lying he wants to see me react he wants me to cry and jump into his arms. Emilia wouldn't lie to me especially since her ass is on the line here too. Ian's not dead no I won't believe it he is probably cussing the living daylights out of everyone to find me or he will get out the bed himself. Yeah Ian is fine, I'll get out of here perfectly fine, and life will be good.
I look up at Dylan oh how I wish looks could kill I would be punching him with all my might. He runs the back of his hand across my now stinging cheek while his other hand runs up my body to my chin forcing me look into his eyes. I still have control over my eyelids so I close my eyes tight not giving him the satisfaction.
"Tiara you know what happens when you defy me." He lifts my tank top up forcing me to look down at the bruises that he has inflicted. "Is it hard for you to breathe?"
I nod my head.
"Emilia!"
She walks back into the room eyes automatically going to the blood on the floor. "Yes?"
"Get the water and cloth."
Her eyes widen, "Is that really necessary?
"Just go get it!"
Emilia walks out then walks back in carrying a small towel and a jug of water. She puts them down and steps back near the hallway.
"See this is what we have come to since you Tiara won't listen and you Emilia want to undermine me! If you had drugged her, she wouldn't even be able to move let alone talk so now since my love is not in her proper state she will have to endure this. Tiara thank Emilia for this." Dylan yells before covering my face with the towel.
All my senses are taken away then I feel the water being poured over my face. I gasp for air harder and harder with each second but it's pointless. I feel as if I'm drowning it's one of my worst fears. With my asthma my breathing habits are funky anyways but on top of what I think is a broken rib it's even harder. Every ounce of my energy is fighting to find some little pocket of air but all I feel is pain as if someone is stabbing my torso. I find myself at my end becoming a little happy because if I die the torture will be over and if Ian is dead, I won't have to live without him. Then the little piece of sanity in my head that's left reminds me that Ian might not be dead and that I wouldn't want to put him through what I fear the most. It's too late to fight back now I'm slipping away then all of sudden I'm able to breathe.
Emilia snatches the towel off me then shakes me a little to make sure I'm still alive. "Can you stand?" I try to get up but tumble back down. "Okay try to stay awake for me I know you're in a lot of pain and you've lost a lot of blood but you have to stay awake."
Emilia finds some inner strength to pick me up bridal style stepping over a now unconscious Dylan. We walk out the room and down what seems like a never-ending hallway. I see the sunlight peering through the edges of the metal door. Emilia turns around and pushes against it then turns back around once we are making our way to her car. She puts me in the back then jumps into the driver's seat speeding off down the road.
With each minute that passes, I get more tired all I want to do is cuddle into Ian and drift away not being bothered by the world. "Hey stay awake we are almost there. Just think about Ian you will be seeing him in a little bit I know you want to know what is happening. If you stay awake you will be able to see him for yourself I know you want that."
Another minute or two passes and we pull into Lakeview Regional Medical Center. Emilia opens the door and a tall tan man picks me up.
My whole body tenses up until I hear one of my favorite southern accents, "Hey there gorgeous."
Cody's blue eyes pierce through me and all I can do is wrap my arms around his neck and cry. I feel his jaw clench as my appearance affects him making him angry but also sad. I hear the sliding doors open and close then hustle and bustle of everyone running around. I hear Cheynne gasp as we pass her going to a waiting group of doctors surrounding a gurney. Cody places me gently down and the last thing I see is the ceiling lights whipping past.
I wake up to the sound of beeping in a very warm hospital bed with an IV in my arm. I feel less groggy and less tired but my body still feels heavy. I look around praying that Ian is sitting there staring at me with worry written on his forehead but he's not there. A lone tear slips down my face and I quickly wipe it away when a blonde woman walks in.
"Hi Tiara do you know where you are?"
"The hospital obviously where is Ian?"
Her face drops slightly but she hides it. "We need to talk about you for a moment then you can see Ian. I have to warn you now that doctors won't be so forth coming with information since you two aren't married."
"…I know."
"I'm Dr. Clara Flynn I examined you. You are dehydrated, your iron level is really low but that is from the blood loss, you have two broken ribs and the rest are bruised. There are no signs of sexual abuse." She sits on the side of the bed in a way that shows she's going to tell me something terrible. "Did you think that your period had started?"
"Yes."
"It didn't… some of the ingredients in your other medicines made one in particular not very effective. Tiara you had a miscarriage you were almost a month pregnant."
"No… that's a mistake you're not telling me that I lost the baby that my fiancé was begging and praying for! I didn't lose what could possibly be the only physical reminder of Ian that I had!"
Dr. Flynn's head lowers as she rubs my hand back in forth.
"Oh my god…. Oh. My. God." I lose it tears are steaming down my face as I pull my knees to my chest not bothered by the pain. "How am I supposed to explain that I lost his child? The one thing he wanted from me I couldn't give him. Then Ian might not even be okay right now he could die then I would've lost him and our child." I hiccup out between sobs.
Dr. Flynn passes me a box of tissues then rubs my back up and down, "You have time to figure that all out everything will be fine."
It seems like hours until I finally compose myself for the moment. "Take me to Ian please."
"You have quite a few people here that want to see you."
"I don't care I want to see Ian please I've been through hell and back in the past three days worrying about him. You can tell me he is fine all you want but until I see him with my own two eyes I will have doubts so please I beg of you take me to him."
She nods, "Let me go get a wheelchair for you."
"No I want to walk I need to walk."
"Only if you allow me to help you."
I nod and she disconnects the little finger clip then helps me out the bed slowly grabbing the pole that carries my IV bag. She wraps her arm around mine as we start to walk out the room. I see everyone jump up from their seats when they see me but Dr. Flynn motions them to sit down. Turning around a corner we make our way down another hallway then stop at a closed door with blinds covering the window beside it.
"Ready?"
"I've waited three days for this." Some part of me knows that I won't be greeted by those gorgeous blue eyes but I can't help but hope.
Dr. Flynn opens the door and I almost drop to my knees. It seems like there are so many machines hooked up to my still handsome Adonis. I have never seen him look so helpless I try to swallow the lump in my throat but the floodgates break when I hear the machine that matches up with his rising and falling chest. Avoiding the tube down his throat, I gently run my fingers down the left side of Ian's face that's badly scratched up and bruised. I grab his hand holding it with both of mine and it amazes me that he is so warm and I can still feel that pull of electricity between us. Every fiber of my being pleads for him to open his eyes or squeeze my hand just something to acknowledge that he knows I'm here but it doesn't happen.
I bring his hand to my mouth giving it a gentle kiss, "I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry."
"Would you like to know what happened?"
"Please."
"You can ask one of your many family members out there what happened before he got here. Ian was hanging on by a thread when he got here. We performed a Thoracotomy, to relieve internal bleeding around the lungs, his left Tibia is broken but not too badly, most of his ribs were fractured or broken and it was a miracle that they didn't puncture any major organs. Because of TBI, we are worried about memory loss. The only way we will know how bad it has affected him is if he wakes up."
"You mean when he wakes up. Can I have a moment to myself please?"
"Sure."
I sit down in the chair next to the bed staring at all the tubes running to Ian keeping him alive he can't even breathe on his own. Seeing him this way makes me feel even worse especially about the miscarriage. How can I explain what happened to him or anyone else for that matter? How will we get through this how will I get through this? Trying to cope with losing our unborn child and the fact that Ian may never wake up. This all my fault every single injury that he has is my fault. Everything seems so insignificant now the air that I breathe means nothing to me without him. I pick up the turquoise ring that he would always wear that's on the rolling table.
We sit on the dock with our toes grazing the water as the sun shines down on us. I grab his left hand running my finger over the turquoise ring.
"I always saw you wearing this on TV."
"It's my favorite ring because it's my favorite color," He laughs at himself making me laugh with him.
"I don't have a favorite ring I don't really wear jewelry that much."
He tilts my head up to look at him, "You should wear the finest diamonds that the world has to offer because you deserve nothing less." He takes my left hand up to his mouth and kisses my ring finger. "One day you will have a favorite ring on this finger that will be a sign of how much I love you that shows just a small portion of your value to me. You're priceless but so valuable because you're one of a kind. There's only one of you that's why I will make sure that I will never lose you… ever."
He is the only one that can make such a pointless conversation turn into something so serious and meaningful. With my blush taking over, "Is that your way of saying one day you will propose to me?"
"Damn straight you're mine Tiara mine forever."
"I'm yours and you are mine forever Ian."
He gives me that gorgeous inside melting smile of his. He pulls me closer and plants a slow kiss on my lips. "This is only the first month of many years that we will be together."
Snapping back to reality, I wipe the outpour of my tears away. I notice a presence next to me… Edna. She puts her arm around me and pulls me in letting me cry even more. "I'm so sorry."
"Shh hon it's okay he's strong and so are you. We will all make it through this tough time together supporting each other. I know you don't let people see this side of you just like my son but it's just a three in here so cry until you can't anymore I will stay here the whole time."
I wrap my arms around her as the words that could only be spoken like a true mother repair my damaged soul just a little.
I hope that didn't completely suck writting wise! No I didn't kill Ian off or anyone major off for that matter. Sorry to all the people that wanted to see a Tian baby so soon but maybe there will be another:) I don't know if I will have the second part done by tomorrow because of homework ._. but as soon as I do it will be up here. Review, follow, favorite, suggestions, and spread the word please and thank you:) Feel free to ask questions as well.