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Just Incase You Forgot What You Are Reading (Do not be shy, I forget all of the time):
What if Christian got a girl pregnant when he was just eighteen? What would happen when Christian finds out about the child? What would Ana and the rest of the Grey's think when the child becomes a target after seventeen years of not knowing the truth? What would happen when everything just... spirals out of control?
Chapter 10: There Are Potholes In A Road, And Then There Are Ditches.
Everything was dark, then lights flew on around her. She was strapped to a bed, in a hospital nightgown. She struggled against her binds, desperately trying to get out. Suddenly she was surrounded by dark figures.
"Dad! Dad!" she shouted.
"He's not coming for you now. He's never coming for you." The figures chanted. The figures walked closer and closer to her, and she started screaming.
"Help! Help! Anyone!"
Nicolette groaned as she woke, the last thing she remembered was sending a quick message to her dad saying that she was at the hospital. She could hear the already annoying beep beep beep of a heart monitor and desperately tried to open her eyes. This couldn't be happening to her, not on the second damn day of being in Seattle.
"I think she is waking up." That sounded like Elliot.
"She looks like she's panicking." Ana worried.
"I don't blame her, being in Seattle for two days before needing brain surgery." Mia that time.
"C'mon Nicolette, open your eyes for me." Christian! He was here to. He didn't leave her! Nicolette let her eyes flutter open before closing them once again when the bright light hit her eyes from the window.
"Too much light." She groaned, what was up with her voice? She sounded like a dying cat.
"I gotcha baby girl." Elliot again, she heard curtains being drawn and allowed her eyes to flicker open once again. The room was much dimmer now, the only light coming from a pretty crappy ceiling light. Nicolette looked around, she was hooked up to several machines, and an IV. She reached up to her head and felt a bandage wrapped around her head. She looked around again and spotted Ana and Christian sitting at her bedside, with Elliot and Kate by the window, Carrick and Grace were by the door, and Mia was sitting on the other side of her.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Ana asked stroking her daughter's hand.
"Like I fell down a flight of stairs. What happened?" Nicolette asked.
"You were sending your dad a text while walking down some stairs, three workers really wanted to get to lunch and one of them ran into you, and you fell down the stairs." Ana answered.
"The three workers have been fired and blacklisted, but you, sweetheart, had to get brain surgery because of some bleeding and swelling in your brain." Christian finished. Nicolette attempted to nod, only to have her head resent the motion and hurt even worse.
"I'm going to get the doctor." Mia said, suddenly.
"Kate and I want something to eat- do you guys want anything from the deli?" Elliot asked. Grace, Mia and Ana got Caesar Salads, Elliot and Christian got turkey, ham, cheese, lettuce and tomato sub, Carrick asked for a turkey, cheese and lettuce sub, and Christian ordered chicken soup for Nicolette- figuring she could eat it after the doctor checked her injuries.
"I'll help you two get the food." Grace said, suddenly understanding what was going on, the family needed some alone time.
"I'm going to check and see if the press knows what is going on." Carrick nodded at his son and soon everyone was gone- except for the family of three.
No one spoke for a while.
"Do you feel ok?" Christian asked.
"I'm fine except for a headache." Nicolette answered rolling her eyes. Christian smirked.
The family continued to talk about nothing in particular until Carrick called Christian out of the room to speak with him about something, and Ana got a call from work and had to step out.
Nicolette sat bored, in a plain room, with nothing to do. She was about to play hospital break when a guy not much older than her entered the room. His head was bent and his eyes were on a paper that was tucked onto a clip board. He had dusty blonde hair, that was in the cute, naturally curly state that drove girls her age mad with need.
"Mr. Glavacha..." he looked up. His eyes were a sparkly hazel color, and they sparked with embarrassment when he spotted her.
"I'm not sure who Mr. Glavacha is... but I am most definitely not him." Nicolette joked.
"Oh my... I am so sorry. I am a, uh, med student on a dry run of the hospital... the University makes this course to see if we actually want to be doctors... Oh my... I am so sorry." He stuttered. Nicolette chuckled.
"It's fine. No harm, no foul." She smiled at the stuttering med student.
"I'd better." he jerked his thumb backwards, and turned to leave.
"No, don't go... Please." He turned around again.
"But..."
"My parents are off doing God knows what. And the rest of my family went to get lunch... Can you please sit with me until one of them gets back? I am going to be bored out of my mind if you don't." Nicolette asked. The guy sighed.
"Sure." He walked to the chair by the IV stand and sat down.
"Ummm. My name is Oliver Saxton, I am nineteen years old and I want to become a brain surgeon, what about you?" Oliver asked.
"My name is Nicolette Grey... well... it was Nicolette Johnson, but that is another story. I am sixteen- turning seventeen on the ninth of August. Um, I don't know what I want to be, up until now I was supposed to be the farmer's wife, working part time as a waitress in the town's diner, full time as a mom." Nicolette shrugged.
"What do you mean by that?" Oliver asked.
"What day is today?" Nicolette asked.
"Wednesday." Oliver answered, looking confused.
"I've lived in Seattle for three days, and two of those days I have been unconscious in this hospital." Nicolette laughed.
"Oh god... Where did you move here from?" Oliver asked.
"Haven, Florida. It's a small town on the Florida, South Carolina line, farming and fishing country." Nicolette answered.
Oliver nodded.
"Did you move here, or have you lived in Seattle your whole life?" Nicolette asked.
"I've lived in Seattle my entire live, and avoided depression. I could show you around- you know, when you get out of here and I have time off from school." Oliver suggested.
"That'd be nice. I'm sure my parents will be too busy running half the world to show me a few sights." Nicolette grinned.
"It's a date... you know... when we set the time." Oliver stuttered again.
Nicolette laughed.
The two talked about Oliver's home life, the pranks he pulled on his three older brothers. They talked about Nicolette's view on speeding karma up a little bit, by playing pranks on the town's bullies.
They laughed, they smiled, they pulled funny faces at each other.
To Nicolette it was like Max was right here with her... Max.
"Oh god." Nicolette said suddenly. Oliver shot up out of his seat and instantly checked her eyes.
"What's wrong, did you headache get worse? Talk please." Oliver practically begged.
"No, god, I've been unconscious for two days. My boyfriend is probably worried sick." Nicolette reached for her IPhone and unlocked it.
"Boyfriend?" Oliver asked, rejection set in on him. It pressed against his chest and slowly suffocated him. Nicolette- unaware of Oliver's distress- dialed Max's number by heart, and pressed the phone to her ear.
Six rings... no answer.
"He didn't answer?" Oliver asked quietly as he watched Nicolette put her phone in her lap.
"Yeah, he's probably too busy to answer though. On the tractor, plowing the fields, picking the boys up from school, making lunch or something." Nicolette made up excuses. Though, in the back of her mind, she knew that something wasn't right. Max always answered her phone calls, especially if he hadn't heard something in a few days. He'd make time for her.
"Here, give me your phone number, so I can tell you if I'm free for that tour around the city." Nicolette said, handing him, her phone.
Oliver entered his phone number.
"Text me anytime. Seriously. Like, tonight, you're fun to talk to." Oliver smiled, making Nicolette grin.
The door opened revealing the doctor with too much hair product, the short African American woman and her aunt.
"Hello, Dr. Saxton, I thought you were in Mr. Glavacha's room." The doctor said.
"I mixed up the room numbers and found this one, her parents had work stuff, and the rest went to grab lunch. I thought that since she just woke up after being in a coma due to a brain surgery, she shouldn't be left alone incase something bad happened." Oliver explained, not mentioning that Nicolette had practically begged him to stay and talk with her, not that either of them were regretting that decision.
"Good point, well, her family is here now, so why don't you head over to Mr. Glavacha's room?" The short African American woman said. Oliver nodded and said goodbye to Nicolette before leaving the room.
The doctor with too much hair product introduced himself as Doctor Derek Shepard, and the woman as Dr. Miranda Bailey.
"I'm going to go get your parents, ok bug?" Mia asked, Nicolette nodded with a laugh. Within only two days of being conscious in Seattle, she had nearly five hundred different nicknames.
"Sweetheart, I know this is going to sound like a very unusual question, but how did you break your wrist?" Dr. Shepard asked.
"Oh, some old lady called me some pretty bad names, then told me that I needed someone to control me... and so I punched her." Nicolette said with a slight laugh.
"Thank you." Dr. Shepard answered. It was then that Ana and Christian entered the room.
Ana instantly kissed Nicolette's forehead and Christian grabbed his daughter's hand.
Dr. Shepard checked Nicolette's eyes, and listened to her heart.
"She seems perfectly fine, although I want to get another MRI and CT before she leaves, just to be sure. I can get her in soon and possibly have her checked out by eight o'clock." Derek said, Christian nodded and thanked him.
-...-...-...-... Time Skip, two days later.
Nicolette bit her lip, it had been two days since she had called Max, and she was starting to get a little worried, he hadn't called her back. She stared at her phone, before dialing Max's number again.
Six rings... Nothing. It wasn't even during work hours, he should be with the boys.
The boys. Damn, if something had happened to him, who was taking care of the boys? Nicolette dialed Joseph's number.
"Hello?" Hallelujah, someone answered.
"Joseph, it's me, Nicolette. Is everything OK over there? I've called your brother about a thousand times and he hasn't answered." Nicolette asked. There was a pause.
"Everything is fine here, Nicolette, just focus on what is going on in your life." Joseph said.
There was a crash in the background, then some giggling and a swear.
Giggle? None of the boys giggle. Nicolette thought.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! you feel soooooooo goooodddddd!" a female slurred a loud slur. Considering, Joseph was on the phone with her and Billy was barely eleven, there was only one other person in that house that Nicolette knew was sexually active.
"Joseph... please tell me that what I am thinking is going on right now... Is wrong..." Nicolette whispered.
"I'm sorry Nikks. I gotta go." The phones disconnected, and Nicolette's world came crashing around her.
-...-...-... Nearly Four Hours Later...-...-...-
Nicolette was fiddling with her promise ring with her right hand (the hand that was not surrounded by an itchy cast), in her sitting area looking out the widows, and seeing the Seattle Skyline slowly fill with bright lights.
Her phone rang.
"Hello?" Nicolette said, not paying attention to the caller ID.
"Hey, Nicolette. It's Oliver. I am off tomorrow if you are free, I could show you around Seattle, if it is alright with your parents." The first real smile, in the last four hours, crept across Nicolette's face as she heard Oliver's upbeat tone.
"Of course, let me ask my mom though, at least I have a chance at her saying yes." Nicolette giggled as she heard Oliver's laugh from the other end.
"Sure. Text me the answer, I'm going to help Dr. Shepard with a surgery in a few minutes."
"Alright, go save a life or something." Nicolette laughed as she and Oliver hung up.
Nicolette looked at the ring.
If Max couldn't go a few days without a sex fix and completely cheated on her, then he didn't deserve her... right?
You don't know what went down, that could have been an entire misunderstanding. Nicolette's conscious glared at her from within.
But, you had heard enough. Joseph was on the phone with you and Billy doesn't know what the hell a pussy is... Nicolette's own inner goddess reasoned.
It is still cheating. You shouldn't stoop down to his level... if he is even cheating on you. Nicolette' conscious groaned.
It isn't cheating, this is an outing. He is showing us around Seattle, not his bedroom. Nicolette's inner goddess rolled her eyes.
Nicolette bit her lip, was it cheating? Would she and Max survive this bump in the road anyway? Could she ever trust Max again?
To her the answer was simple.