hospital beds. [lina]

[PILOT URI FERGUSON]

It was the night of their first date...

And he was stuck in his cold apartment, his chest feeling like it was caving in on him as he laid in bed, eyelids looking bruised and heavy. His muscles remained practically limp as he kept his eyes closed, attempting to keep his breathing as even as possible. He could feel the eyes of his few maids and butler on him every time they came in to check on him, his butler telling him he called the pharmacy and that they'd be getting his prescription here soon. He didn't care at the moment because he was so ridiculously tired, any form of movement would just tire him out anymore. But tonight was his date...or was it already night time?

Forcing his eyes to open a bit, he made sure to look totally normal as his butler checked up on him for the up tenth time. He was reaching over for his phone to check his messages but the old man snatched it up, "You should continue to rest, sir," he stated firmly and Pilot didn't bother protesting. The old man was a bit like the father he never had and had been within their family since before Pilot was born. He had to respect him even if he didn't understand it all at the time. He would when he was older, and he would make it to be older. He was just...a little sick. Granted the doctor didn't think he was just 'a little sick' but to Pilot it was nothing a day in bed couldn't fix. His doctor wanted him in a hospital. A hospital. Bah! Pilot wasn't going to bother. He had his maids and butler checking up on him more than the horrible nurses ever would. He was perfectly fine sleeping the day away, "Any messages?"

Weak. Ugh. Clearing his throat, "I should call her to reshedule," and that came out way better. Much stronger than before, "On second though," armed with a fierce determination, he managed to sit up, attempting to void all signs of discomfort from his face but the help must have noticed since one of the maids scurried in and gently pushed him back, pulling the covers back up to his chest as another fluffed his pillows so he could sit up a bit, "Fine...then you can bring me the file in the dining room. That has to be done by tomorrow morning. A little fever isn't going to stop me from running my own company," he said this firmly and the maids were gone, only one returning with the thick file before disappearing again.

"No messages, sir, but I have already called Ms. Davidson," he sounded so wise. Pilot wondered if he would sound like that when he was older and if his grandchildren would look up to him for that. Always wondering. He should be working or getting ready for that date. He picked the perfect spot for them and he knew she'd love it. No way he could cancel now, could he? She deserved that from him at least. But his butler seemed to have a better idea, "She said she was fine with rescheduling."

[/i] Pilot knew he was up to something, he could see it in his eyes, "I'm sure I'll be fine. It's just a fever, really."

"You know very well, sir, that it is not just a fever. Chronic myelogenous leukemia is very serious. I already set up appointments with the doctor for the next two weeks to make sure you get better as soon as possible," Pilot f=glared at him. He knew he hated the hospital yet every single time, this old man sent him there, "I don't need any appointments. By tomorrow morning I will feel fine," and the butler seemed to snort in response, "If you go on untreated, you will die...sir," and it was then that a maid cleared her throat and the two arguing men looked over to the doorway to see her and Angelina. He didn't want her hearing them argue, much less about his own health, "Ah yes, when I called her, I told her she should come see you and explained it all to her ahead of time...knowing you wouldn't," he gave a nod of acknowledgment to her before dismissing himself along with the made, closing the door behind him.

Pilot knew he looked too pale. Within a few days he ate little to nothing, unable to keep it down, and remained locked away in his apartment, too exhausted to deal with anyone, "He can be a real prick sometimes," Pilot's way of saying thank you in an angry way to the old geezer.

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[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

Excitement was an understatement. Lina was ecstatic, nervous, anxious, and for once, sober. Sitting silently on her bed, she was looking down, at her lap, at her frail, shaking hands. That was the problem, no matter how hard she tried to stay sober, she always went through some sort of withdrawl. She let out a sigh, she couldnt let a little shaking of the hands cause her to loose tonight. Tonight was the night she had been waiting for, for a while. Tonight was going to be perfect, wether Pilot knew it or not.

As she sat on her bed she looked at her reflection in the large vanity mirror across the room. Her face was thin, pale, she hadnt eaten in a few days. Sleep was another thing, although the nightmares were gone she had an uncontrollable cough and it kept her up for various hours, to a whole night. She let out a low yawn as the large white door to her bedroom flung open, it was Mason. He had a smirk planted across his face. SHUT UP. she said simply staring him down with hate eyes.

Mason winked and smiled at her use protection kids he said laughing loudlly as he left. OOOOH i hate you! she shouted, throwing a pillow at him as he left. She fell backwards on the bed, closing her eyes. It was sad, she couldnt even close her eyes without being in pain, or coughing. Letting out a loud, chest shaking cough she sat up, clutching onto the purple satin sheets. She leaned forward and continued to cough.

Finally clearing her throat she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, not to bad, for being sober that is. Her hair was curled slightly, thanks to her mother, and she was wearing a pair of black jeans and a simply black button up shirt, with black boots. Wrapped around her neck was a black scarf. She smirked at herself and smiled, a genuine smile. She was, for once, genuinly happy. Things were finally going as she wanted them to.

Her phone began to ring, uncontrollably.

She had a feeling it wasnt good when she saw Pilots name on the screen. She felt her stomach drop, literally when she answered the phone. As his butler spoke and told her everything she dropped the phone on the hardwood floor, soon, her body fell with it. Falling on her knees she felt sick, dizzy, and the urge to smoke, or get completely hammered. She quickly hung up the phone and began uncontrollably shaking, again. She let out a loud scream and she fell on her side, in pain.

She felt the world go dark, and her body went numb. The next thing she knew she was in her bed, Mason speaking to her asking her what was going on. She let it out, told him everything, that he was sick, no dying. She felt Mason's warm arm holding her and she let out her crying. She paused, pushing Mason she looked at him I have to go, I cant stay here she pushed him off and ignored his screams as she walked out the door to her car. She didnt even bother to put on a jacket. Getting in the car she backed out, driving terribly.

Arriving at Pilot's she got out of the car and simply told the bellhop to let the cops tow her car. Waiting for the elevator was hard, she had to go, now. Running down the hall she stopped in front of the steps, running up them, two by two she finally hit his floor. Walking over to his apartment door she didnt even bother knocking. Bursting into the door she was greeted by two maids who asked her to calm down, because he was sleeping. Lowering her voice she glared at them, seeing the butler standing in his doorway.

DO NOT fucking lie to me, I will se him wether you want me to or not she said pushing past them. That was when she pushed the butler out of the way, the maids stood behind her, one grabbed her hand, but it was too late. She was already standing in the doorway as she heard the butler say you will die, to him. She simply stood there, unsure of what to do. She felt her eyes water but she refused to cry, one of them had to be strong, right?

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[PILOT URI FERGUSON]

Pilot paused as he looked her over and let a tiresome smile fall on his face as he put the heavy file on the nightstand a bit shakily though he was trying very hard, and obviously, to seem perfectly fine and content despite looking like shit, "You look beautiful, Linda Lina," he moved his head a bit for her to come closer, glad the butler had left them to their own privacy. Damn old man. He patted the mass amount of empty space next to him, pulling back the covers for her to lay down with him. He had a king sized bed to himself and she was standing all the way on the other side of the room, "Don't listen to him. I'm not dying."

He really wasn't but he knew if he avoided treatment for too long, he was basically giving himself a death sentence. He always was the greatest at avoiding death. It didn't matter how many overdoses, how many drunk driving accidents, how many times he got into deep shit with dealers, he always came out without a hair out of place-or made sure it wasn't noticeable. He ran a trembling hand through his bright red hair as he fully laid back, facing up at the canopy as he seemed to let out the heavy air that he'd been holding in. He'd gone to two nights ago and his butler had to violently shake him to wake him up because once he did, he realized he slept the entire day away which really wasn't like him. Then his butler further pointed out the baseball sized bruise on the base of his neck that his hair just barely covered. It wad then his butler called the family doctor who took blood work amongst other tests before confirming it was, in deed, leukemia. Chronic leukemia.

Apparently the father he never met had died from it before Pilot was even born and his mother had simply been ridiculously in denial about it, preferring to whore herself around and drown herself in plastic surgery so she would look exactly how she did when he died....so when she went to him in the after life he would recognize her. It was a sick obsession-one that ultimately killed her. If she could only see her son now...Possibly dying from the same thing. But like his mother, he was in denial. So instead he once again attempted to keep his labored breathing even as he wrapped an arm loosely around Angelina, the love of his life. He wasn't going to die. He'd be damned if he died anytime soon. The guy had a fierce determination and was as stubborn as a mule. His word was always final and apparently, his father's had been too. The reason his grandparents did not approve of him was not because he wasn't rich; he was ridiculously wealthy out the ass. It wasn't because it was out of wedlock. It wasn't because it was out of love and not arranged. No, it was because he was twenty and wanted a family. His mother was fifteen and didn't want a child. She opted an abortion but because he said no, that he wanted to keep it, his word was final and she obeyed blindly.

She should have aborted behind his back or something, "I'm sorry...I know we were both really looking forward to that date," he was sober, completely, and had been for a while. If it hadn't been for withdrawing so heavily, he probably wouldn't have ever known he'd had this disease for a while now and that it was only deciding to come out with a vengeance after being dormant for years, "I'll make it up to you. How's next week?" he glanced down at her, smile firmly in place. They'd have their date. He'd make sure of it.

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[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

Ripping her arm from the grasp of the maid, as he summoned her to sit next to him, well lay next to him, she walked into the room. Shooting looks of hatred at the butler as she walked by. She knew that he didnt like her, she honestly at this point didnt even care. Nothing was going to stop her from being with Pilot, especially now. Not some butler, not her brother, not her parents, and not even his grandparents.

She took her spot next to him on the bed, as he told her to. He was thin, scary thin. He felt cold and just sick overall. "i told Mason" she said in somewhat of a whisper. She layed her head on his shoulder letting out a sigh. "Pilot, please, you have to go to the doctors." she said, not looking up at him,

She knew how stubborn he could be. That was one bad quality in their relationship, they were both stubborn mules. When he spoke of there date, she placed her index finger on his lips, shushing him. "Get better, then we'll talk about it' she said smiling up at him. The last thing she needed was to loose him. After all that they had been through, she didnt need to loose him this soon.

She looked over at his bedroom door. "Can you imagine..." she paused looking up at him for a moment, "If we had the baby, how hard things would be right now?" she said simply. Looking back at the door she let her mind wander. Sometimes she wondered. What would it be like if she had the baby, would it be normal? Would it have defects? Would she still be with Pilot? Would she have even came home.

There were so many things that she wanted to know, but, for now, she wasnt having a baby, and Pilot was sick. First thing was first, she had to help him get better, in any way shape or form. She let out another sigh and looked back at him, "You'll be fine, youre too damn stubborn to be sick.' she said trying to lighten the mood.

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[PILOT URI FERGUSON]

Pilot sighed, "He already paid enough visits. He told me what was wrong, I already have the meds for it," he wasn't lying, that all did happen exactly in that order. He really didn't like hospitals or doctors or anything. He used to cut class to go to the hospital constantly to see his mother into surgery and then see her whenever she would get out. It tended to make his grades slip but it was a ritual he put up with out of fear she wouldn't make it out...It was why he was beating himself up over it. The one time he didn't go, she died on the table, "You shouldn't have told him...He doesn't even know you were pregnant," he scrunched up his nose because thinking about her getting an abortion always upset him.

"I'll be better by next week. You'll see. I just have to sleep, pop a few of those pills he gave me, and I'll be good as new," to him fixing his broken ankle two years ago was putting a band aid on it and calling it a day. As she brought up the baby, his eyes wavered, "Yeah...but it would still have been nice to at least know what it would be like," his voice was quiet as he spoke, most of his words coming out a bit labored along with a sharp intake of air every now and again. His body ached terribly and he closed his eyes as they spoke, leaning his head gently against her own, "I really am," he smiled a bit at her saying he was too stubborn.

He remained quiet for a bit before he spoke, "While you were away, my mom passed away getting liposuction," he paused, looking down at her hands and lacing his fingers into her own loosely because the effort was enough to make him fall asleep, "I'm there for all her surgeries and I missed that one..." he was mumbling now and why he was thinking about his mother, he didn't have the slightest clue, "You know, she only used to do all those crazy surgeries because she wanted to look perpetually fifteen, the way my father knew her before he passed away while she was pregnant," he closed his eyes and locked his jaw a tad bit, "I found out he died alone, at the age of twenty, in a hospital...just like my mom..." he looked over at her, "That's why I don't want to go to hospitals. It's practically Ferguson family tradition to die alone in them and after four overdoses I think I've had my fair share of being in there," he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against her forehead, "I love you...and I'm not dying until I see some grandchildren," he chuckled a bit before placing a peck on her lips.

They were only in their early twenties but he didn't care. He always wanted a big family to call his own and he wouldn't leave this world without doing so. God and the Devil would have to suck it up and give him more time or he was going to cause mayhem in heaven and hell. Plus...he had Angelina and she was just as stubborn. She'd probably kill herself just so she could kick his ass wherever he ended up in the afterlife and tell him he was stupid and retarded for dying the way he did...

Heaven and Hell couldn't handle their awesomeness or their crazy sex anyway.

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[ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON]

She let out another sigh as he told her the rutine of how he called the doctor, blah, blah, blah. "Well, Im not leaving till youre better." she said looking at him and nodding. It was true, she wasnt going to leave his side, not after what he was about to tell her. When he interlaced his fingers with hers she realized how cold his hands were. She tightened her grip, as if some force was going to take him away, forever.

When he spoke of his mother she looked at him, never, in the past year or so, had Pilot confessed this to her. She looked at him as he talked, listening intently. She wasnt planning on letting him follow the tradition, he was not going to die alone. She kissed his hand silently before looking at him. "Pilot, no matter what happens to us, now, or even later on down the road, no matter how many stupid fights we get into, no matter how many times I fuck up, Im never going to let you go alone. Ill always be by your side, no matter what. And I wont let the dumb bimbo you marry get in my way" she said smirking.

That was one thing she was sure of, no matter what, she would always be there for him. It was who she was, caring, yet stubborn. And besides, she knew Mason would always be bro's with Pilot. Bro's, what a funny word to call a male friend. She chuckled to herself and then gave him her attention again. "And as for Mason, dont worry, I dont think Ill be telling him, OR my parents anytime soon. Only you and....Stella know..." she paused. Stella, her 7 year old sister. She had to tell her. Stella was like her own daughter, Stella was Lina's best friend.

"She tore it out of me Pilot, I couldnt lie to her" she said shrugging and looking down suddenly feeling guilty. She looked back at the door as he spoke of the unborn baby. "It wouldve been a hell of alot of work. Ten bucks says I wouldnt be sitting here, Id be sitting in a bright pink, or blue, nursery rocking the little thing" she said sounding bittersweet. As much as she had wanted the baby, she knew how hard it wouldve been. And besides, the doctors said there was 60% chance it would either die during birth, or have a defect.

"I need to tell you something else about it..." she paused looking at him. "The doctors, when I aborted it...said that there was 60% chance it wouldve died, or had a birth defect." she felt her eyes water and shrugged the tears away, she was done being the little emotional bitch, she had to grow up and face reality. Life was rough and she was going to have to deal with it wether she liked it or not. When he spoke of grandkids she snorted and chuckled. "Lets just focus on us right now hmm?" she said lookign up at him kissing his chin silently and smiling. "Rest" she said placing her head back on his shoulder, right where it belonged.

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turn to stone - ingrind m.
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