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Mar 30, 2017 21:36:39 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 30, 2017 21:36:39 GMT -5
Behind her, Marcella noticed the familiar voice of Mari, her demeanor seemed to express a deep concern. Turning around to face the woman, Marcella tried her best to rub off the situation, pertaining it as simply nothing.
Or so she hoped.
"I believe I may have ate something bad, and it may have given me a horrible stomach flu that I just can't seem to get over. Hopefully, the nurse can prescribe me some form of antibiotics to rush whatever it is that's making me sick out."
Through her pain, she managed to flash a small smile towards Mari, "Thank you for your concern. If you want, you can come with me, I'm pretty sure you're bored being in this huge hospital and all."
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Mar 30, 2017 21:50:40 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 30, 2017 21:50:40 GMT -5
She smiled a little, "Yea..! That sounds good..!" She crossed her arms. She was feeling a little cold, but she left her jacket at the hotel. Sighing, she pulled out her phone, and started checking her texts. She smiled upon seeing her sister's, Sylvia's, texts.
'Best of luck with your birth father, sissy. We love you.'
'love you more sylvia. give veronika and granmama my love. xoxo'
She put her phone back in her pocket. "I haven't seen you eat much of anything other than this hospital food..." She said to Marcella. "Are you sure it's that..?" She asked. She bit her lip. A though crossed her mind, and she laughed at the thought of it. She shook her head, smiling.
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Meanwhile, Chris began stirring in his sleep...
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Mar 30, 2017 22:07:59 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 30, 2017 22:07:59 GMT -5
Marcella shrugged at Mari's remark, though she had to think about it, she didn't really eat all that much once she reached the hospital.
Well, hospital food is nasty anyways. No one in their right mind would eat it, even on an empty stomach.
The duo followed the nurse into a room, where she sat Marcella down on a nearby bed. She placed on purple gloves and pulled out a few items, needles in case she had to draw blood.
Out of all the items, she pulled out a cup for Marcella to.. relieve herself in. In the back of her mind, the nurse believed that Marcella could be pregnant but she just wanted to make sure.
"Here. Take this cup and urinate in it. I just want to run a few tests on it, to see if everything is fine."
Marcella took the cup away from the nurse, walked into the bathroom conveniently placed in the same room and did as she was instructed.
When she was finished, she screwed the top on tight and handed it to the nurse. The nurse walked into another room, to run the sample though a different array of tests..
Meanwhile, in the room, Marcella sat on the bed with her mind racing, What could be the culprit of this mysterious side effect? The thoughts caused her to think about past diseases that run in her family...
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Mar 30, 2017 22:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 30, 2017 22:14:23 GMT -5
Mari sat down in the hospital room, and waited as Marcella peed in the cup. When Marcella came back, and the nurse walked away, she looked at Marcella. "Do you think it might be stress..? I mean after everything that's happened with Chris, and his mom and everything..." She tilted her head. With all the things going on with her birthfather, did anyone bother to ask Marcella if she was okay..?
She stood up, crossing her arms, "Are you alright, Marcella..?" She asked. "And I'm not talking about some stomach flu... Which.." She stood a step back, "But.. Are you like for real okay..?" She asked, sincerely.
"I know you love Chris, but you need to take care of yourself too.." She said.
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Mar 30, 2017 22:26:10 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 30, 2017 22:26:10 GMT -5
Could it be stress? With the recent events, that could be a very good reasoning as to why Marcella felt ill. But, she's been in far more significantly stressful situations than this, so it couldn't possibly be that.
"I..I honestly have no clue. I mean I thought of everything I possibly could. I guess the thought of losing Chris, really put a number on me, maybe I just have to take it easy for a while.."
Around 10 minutes later, there was a knock on her door, it was the nurse and she was beaming, which meant that something wasn't dangerously wrong with Marcella.
Closing the door behind her, the nurse came in and took a seat in a chair in front of Marcella, she gently grabbed her hands and looked at her.
"Ms.Torres, I've found the culprit for stomach flu. In fact, it wasn't stomach flu at all. Sweetheart, you're pregnant! You're going to be a Mommy! Congratulations!"
P-pregnant?! Marcella didn't know how to take the news, as a child, she really didn't have the thought of being a mother but now, she's been hit with reality.
Though scared, Marcella was also excited! But the question remained, How was she going to tell Chris? If he had a better mental state, she would've been jumping for joy, but deep down she knew now wasn't the right time to tell him...
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Mar 30, 2017 23:24:25 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 30, 2017 23:24:25 GMT -5
Marilyn's mouth hung open with the news that Marcella was pregnant! It soon became a smile, and she beamed at Marcella. "Oh my god..!" She hugged her, "Congratulations..!" She rubbed the sides of Cella's shoulders, and smiled at her once more. "Good sick..!" She laughed. She sighed, and took a step back.
She wondered... She never wanted to replace her step-father, but... she did want to get to know her birthfather. Maybe this was a sign.
"I'll go see if he's awake... or.. if you want to you can..!" She smiled meekly. She felt so out of place. Her phone started buzzing. It was her sister, Sylvia.
"Excuse me..." She said, and stepped into the hall. "Hey..." She answered.
"Okay, so tell me everything..!" Her sister had a thick irish accent, with an extremely bubbly pitch.
"It's... going.." Mari said, sadly. "What does that mean..?" Sylvia asked. Marilyn sighed. "Well, I told you that he almost died, and now.." She stopped. "Now what..?" Her sister pressured on.
"His girlfriend is pregnant..." Marilyn said.
"WHAT!?!?!" Sylvia screamed. Marilyn jolted, pulled the phone away from her ear. "Loud much, Syl..?"
"Oh mygod, isn't he like a million years old though.?!" She laughed. Marilyn rolled her eyes, "Well his girlfriend is like in her late 20s.."
"Cradle robber... Oooh! Scandalo!" Sylvia laughed.
"Shutup, Sylvia."
"Oh my god, don't be such a drama queen... Look..! Be happy for them..! We had daddy, so it's not like you missed out on the fatherly experience..." She said, quickly stopping herself.
"I know..." She said quietly. "Look, Sylvia I need to go. I'll call you later."
"Alright, Sissy.. Love you!" Sylvia made a kissy noise, and hung up.
Marilyn sighed, and placed her phone in her pocket.
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Mar 30, 2017 23:39:31 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 30, 2017 23:39:31 GMT -5
Marcella smiled at Mari's reaction to her pregnancy, to be honest, Marcella was still in great shock. She never thought a day like this would even happen, but it did, and she's perfectly happy with it.
Marcella took Mari up on her words, and stepped outside of her room. She wanted to go see if Chris was awake yet. Meeting up with Mari, she wanted to have a little girl talk with her, just to make sure she didn't feel left out and that she was apart of her family just as much as she is with Chris.
"Hey Mari. I know that we both have news to share with your father." Marcella placed a hand on her shoulder, "I don't want you to feel left out, so, you can tell Chris your news first."
She smiled at Mari, "Don't worry about his reaction, I promise you, Your father is a wonderful man and he will love the hell out of you. But, I am warning you, right now your father isn't in the best shape mentally at this point so whatever reaction he has now, will probably be different than what you are expecting."
Marcella didn't want Mari to get her hopes up right now, Chris has been through a traumatic ordeal, his judgement maybe a little obscured.
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Mar 30, 2017 23:51:16 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 30, 2017 23:51:16 GMT -5
Marilyn smiled, and looked down. "Thankyou, Marcella..." She said. Sighing, she then walked with Marcella to her birthfather's room. To her surprise, he was sitting up. The nurse was there, seemingly giving him some medicine via the IV.
"Chris.." She said. The nurse moved, and Marilyn couldn't hep but giggle at the sight.
Chris was sitting on the bed, eating chocolate pudding. "Heeeeeeyyyy Guys....!!!!" He said lazily. The nurse smirked, "I gave him something to help with the pain, so.. he should be happy.. Call me if he needs anything." She said. Marilyn nodded, and sat down.
"Marilyn.. right..?" He said, slurring while eating his pudding. He scooped some, and put the spoon in her face, "Want some..?" She shook her head, smiling nervously. Chris shrugged. "Cella...?" He smiled, putting the spoon in her direction. "It'sss.... gooood...!" He smiled, giving serious lazy eyes.
"I need to tell you something, Chris..." Mari looked tremendously scared.
Chris turned to her, "You... are so pretty..." He smiled. "You look like my sister... but tan..." He shoved another spoonfu of pudding in his mouth.
"Well... Um... Remember dating a girl... about twenty years ago...?" She asked.
"I dated many girls..." He said. He laighed, "People think Anna's a skank..." He whispered not so quietly to her. He turned to Marcella, shaking his head. "But I'm good now..."
Marilyn looked down. It was clearly not the time to do this...
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Mar 31, 2017 0:11:19 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 31, 2017 0:11:19 GMT -5
A part of Marcella was optimistic about the chance Mari was given to reveal her identity to her now known birth father, but once Marci laid her eyes on Chris, immediately that feeling left as fast as it came.
"Aw shit..." Marcella said to herself as she facepalmed herself. Seeing Chris high on drugs was one of worse case scenarios that Marcella really didn't want to happen.
Sighing, Marcella pulled herself together as she sat next to Christopher. She sat next to Christoper who was perked up on one helluva pain killer?
YES. Definitely the WRONG move.
Marcella didn't realize the sudden fascination that high Christoper had with pudding. He kept asking her did she want pudding, even trying to feed it to her.
However, she declined politely. Next time he asked, she was going to stuff that spoon up his ass...
As she looked over at Mari, her heart broke. She knew how important this moment was for her, and it was a shame that she couldn't see Chris for who he was, who he really was.
Looking down, Marcella clasped her hands together, thinking of a solution to make this situation better for the both of them.
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Mar 31, 2017 0:22:11 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 31, 2017 0:22:11 GMT -5
Marilyn was staring at the floor. Chris finished his pudding, smiling. "That was yummy..." He laughed, and set the cup aside. He looked at Marilyn, and put his hand on her shoulder. "You okay..?" He asked. "Should I ask for more pudding..?" He grinned, "Makes ya feel better..!" She looked up at him, and looked into his eyes. He looked into hers. Noticing a familiarity within them... He frowned. "You asked who I was dating..?" He asked. "Umm.... Eva Green..." He smiled, "She actually looked kinda like you, Marcella.." He laughed, "Why, are you her daughter, or something..? She want me back..? How crazy would that be.." He then made an explosion with his hands simulating his mind being blown. with spitty sound effects. He giggled. Marilyn dug out a picture from her purse, and handed it to him. Chris raised his eyebrows, "Yeah... that's her... So... What's she been up to..?" Marilyn was pissed. "She's dead." She then stood up, and walked out with tears in her eyes. Chris quit laughing, as he stared at Marilyn leaving the room. "What...?" He stood up, stumbling. "What does she mean... Eva's dead..?" He frowned, becoming angry. "Mother.." His hissed...
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Mar 31, 2017 21:24:37 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 31, 2017 21:24:37 GMT -5
Marcella felt her heart sink to her stomach as she watched Marilyn storm out of the room. She glared at Christopher, Marcella knew that this wasn't normal behavior for Chris but even still his demeanor wasn't acceptable at all.
Getting fed up, "She doesn't want any damn pudding Chris! She wants her father!"
Standing up, Marcella ran after Marilyn. She found her in the nearby waiting room, seeing her in such turmoil made Marcella feel horrible.
Taking a seat next to the girl, Marcella hugged her. It was the least she could do, given what she's been through Marcella couldn't even imagine the mile along walk in her shoes...
"I'm sorry Marilyn, your father...he..he normally doesn't act like that. It's the medicine. Once it wears off, he should become more approachable to talk to."
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Mar 31, 2017 21:37:31 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 31, 2017 21:37:31 GMT -5
Chris paced in the room, eventually sitting down on the bed. "Father..?" His eyes widened a little, "No... That.. That isn't possible..." Sitting in the room alone, he pondered. Laying back, he thought of Natalia, and what exactly this girl Marilyn was doing....
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Marilyn sat in the lobby, silently crying. She was soon greeted by Marcella with a hug. She smiled a bit, wiping her cheeks. "The only reason I'm even here is because it was my mother's dying wish..." She sighed. "My father was Seamus Lyons..." She smiled. "He was the most goofy, loving man I've ever known..." She turned to Marcella. "I found his body first..." Her eyes welled up once more.
She sighed. "I don't expect Chris to be like Daddy was to me... I don't even know if I want that.. I just.." She bit her bottom. "I just want to honor my mother, and hearing him talk about her like that.." She shook her head. "I don't know what happened... But... I want to know what her life was like... She wanted me to know...."
She looked over at Marcella, "Besides... You shouldn't be here consoling me, you should be celebrating the fact that he can be a daddy to your baby..." She smiled.
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Mar 31, 2017 21:43:36 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 31, 2017 21:43:36 GMT -5
As Marilyn explained her story, it made Marcella feel more obligated to protect her. Call it her early motherly instincts, but Marcella cared for Marilyn, after all, she was Christopher's daughter, whether he realized it or not.
When Mari mentioned about celebrating with Chris, Marcella shook her head in protest, "No. That can wait. We have 9 months to wait for that, right now Mari what's important is going back and talking to your father. He needs to know who you are, and that you exist. Trust me, with everything Chris has gone through, hearing he has a daughter should be able to lift his spirits."
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Mar 31, 2017 21:50:13 GMT -5
Post by Anna Leigh Williams on Mar 31, 2017 21:50:13 GMT -5
"You think so.?" She. Taking a deep breath, she stood up. "Alright..." She then walked with Marcella back to Chris' room. She stood in doorway, and he was still sitting on his bed. He looked up at her. "I only have one question for you, Marilyn..." He said to her. She walked up to him, and crossed her arms. "Yes..?"
He sighed, "Did my mother kill her..?"
She blinked a couple times, and frowned. All she could do was nod. He looked down. "Shite..." He cursed. "I need to know where my mother is.."
"Um.." Marilyn uttered, she didn't know what to do. She knew Marcella wanted Anna to be the one to tell him she was dead. "Chris.." She said, quietly.
"What ever it is, it can wait, I need to speak to my--"
"I'm your daughter..!!!" She yelled, finally. Her heart was pounding, and her face felt cold. Chris froze. His eyes wide.....
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Mar 31, 2017 21:57:05 GMT -5
Post by Ling Xiaoyu on Mar 31, 2017 21:57:05 GMT -5
Marcella observed the conversation that ensued between Chris and Marilyn. It was fine, until Marilyn dropped the bombshell that she was Christopher's daughter.
Sighing to herself, she walked into the room and took a seat next to Chris, to help him make sense of the situation..
"Christopher. I know this is a lot for you to take right now, but, this is something that Marilyn has wanted to tell you since she first came here. Please, if anything, take time to hear her out, it's all she wants."
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