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Once Upon a Dream 15a/?
Title: Once Upon a Dream 15a/?
Author: Kelinswriter
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17 (for lots of things)
Summary: Starts with the infamous scene with the OPT Pregnancy Test. Spins off from there into its own little universe.
Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. owns these characters; I'm just taking them off the shelf and playing with them for a while.
Note: Any medical errors are my own. Please see author's note at the end regarding the one bit of license I absolutely took.
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14b
Olivia remembered the ICU well. The smell of it — not the clean, fresh scent of the farmhouse, but the harsh, noxious stench of disinfectant. It was the smell of bodies being healed, of disease being eradicated — only sometimes, it was the bodies and not the disease that died. The undertone of it lingered, a miasma that no cleanser could wipe away. And the silence — the deliberately low tones of the doctors and nurses, the whispered pleas of the dying and their loved ones, the rattle and squeak of gurney wheels against the polished tile. It was the hush of a church, the quiet of a tomb. A place where some recovered but many more died.
Oh yes, Olivia remembered the ICU all too well.
She was standing in the hallway, watching through the observation window while Father Ray anointed Natalia's forehead with oil. The priest was drawing a cross on Natalia's skin with his thumb, and though Olivia could not hear his words, she could read the syllables spilling from his lips: "Through this holy anointing, may the Lord in His love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit." He moved on, his fingers tracing crosses on the backs of Natalia's hands, those strong, beautiful hands, now bound in place against either rail of the bed, the restraints there to prevent her from attempting to tear the ventilator from her throat or the IV from her hand, to do anything that would damage the fragile mix of machines and medication keeping her alive.
It had been a blow, that first glimpse of Natalia through the window of the ICU cubicle. Olivia had thought she was prepared, that all she would care about was that she was finally getting to see Natalia, but she hadn't expected the pain that accompanied the sight of her love, covered by hospital gown and blanket, her bare arms oddly pale against the white knit cotton — or at least what little could be seen of them between the IV and the heart monitor and the blue velcro restraints wrapped around her wrists. The sickly green walls only enhanced the olive tones of Natalia's skin, eradicating every touch of the warm brown of her summer tan, her tangle of mahogany hair the sole splash of color in the otherwise stark surroundings. Her eyes were closed, her face like sculpted marble, its odd stillness enhancing the strong line of her cheekbones, the gentle curve of her jaw. Only her chest moved, the ventilator forcing air into her lungs, then allowing it to escape in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.
So still, Olivia thought. So small. Oh, sweetheart, what have they done to you?
Father Ray bowed his head, resting his hand over the crown of Natalia's head as he said a few final words. He took a step back and looked down on her, his brown eyes filled with affection, before lifting the purple stole from around his neck and pressing a kiss to the cloth. He crossed to the corner of the room, quickly packing up his oils and his stole, then returned to the hallway.
"She has what she needs?" Olivia asked, keeping her gaze on Natalia as the priest eased the door shut.
"She has the blessings of Jesus Christ, and my most devoted and fervent prayers." Father Ray set his briefcase against the wall and turned to face Olivia. "And she always will."
"Thank you, Father," Olivia said. "I know she will appreciate all you've done for her."
Father Ray nodded. He hesitated, as if weighing what to say next, before finally drawing a breath. "Olivia, I fear that before, I let my personal biases get in the way of what was best for Natalia, and by extension you."
"You think?" Olivia turned to face the priest. "I'm used to people hating me just for being who I am. But for you to see this as some sort of divine retribution against Natalia..."
Father Ray put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "It was unthinking and callous. And I must admit, Josh Lewis did a good job pointing out that I was forgetting the spirit of the law in all my concern for its letter. In this last hour, his words have planted some seeds in my heart."
"Well I'm glad that my family tragedy could help with your spiritual growth." Olivia tilted her head toward the door to Natalia's room. "Look, Father, I really don't care about anything but getting in there. So if you have something to say, say it."
"I'm sorry. Of course." The priest had the grace to look chagrined. "While I am at your disposal should you or Natalia need anything, I feel that my behavior earlier has made it difficult for me to minister effectively to either of you in this crisis. I was thinking that perhaps Sister Anne might be of comfort should you or Natalia need spiritual counsel, or just someone to talk to. If you'd like, I can ask her to stop by tomorrow."
Olivia felt a sense of relief wash over her at the thought of the gentle young nun who had helped her sort out her feelings in the wake of Natalia's engagement. "I would, that is, she would —" She swallowed her pride and just said the words. "Yes, thank you."
"You're welcome." Father Ray reached out and clasped her hand. "I'll leave you to be with Natalia now."
"Thanks," Olivia said, her gaze turning toward the window once again. She barely noticed the priest picking up his briefcase, his footsteps squeaking on the tile as he walked toward the ICU exit. For a moment, she simply gazed at Natalia, her feet frozen in place. I step into that room and it's real, she thought. It stops being a nightmare that I'm going to wake up from.
She took a breath, her lungs thick with a fresh layer of emotion. Swallowing it down, she crossed to the door, easing it open and slipping inside.
She was immediately assaulted by the sounds piercing the silence; the beep of the heart monitor, the hiss of the ventilator. Walking forward on unsteady legs, she moved to stand beside the bed, her hand hovering over Natalia's arm while she fought an overwhelming fear that the younger woman would shatter under her fingertips. She shook off the feeling, backstepping to the corner of the room and lifting a metal chair with thick off-white padding into place beside Natalia. She scooted it as close to the edge of the bed as she could, her left hand finding Natalia's fingers and threading them between her own. Resting her right hand on the crown of Natalia's head, she whispered, "Hey, beautiful."
There was no reaction, not that Olivia had expected one. Rick had warned her that it would be at least a half an hour, perhaps more, before Natalia showed any signs of emerging from the anesthesia. "It's going to be three, maybe four a.m. before she's really awake. And even then, we'll be keeping her sedated. We need to keep her calm and resting while we see how that damaged lung responds."
"And the internal bleeding?" Olivia had asked before Rick departed for his own home and some much deserved rest.
"It's never a sure thing," Rick replied. "Dr. Loren put every effort into containing the damage, but at a certain point, she hit the limits of Natalia's ability to tolerate the surgery. It's possible she may have to go back in again if it becomes apparent that there's continued bleeding."
So it's a waiting game now, Olivia thought as she clutched Natalia's slender fingers between her own. Wait, and hope that you've got enough strength left to overcome this next hurdle.
She slid her hand up to rest on the restraint encircling Natalia's left wrist. "I know they want these on you so you don't try to yank that tube out of your throat when you wake up," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But since you've got me here to keep you from getting too crazy, I don't think that's really necessary, do you?" She fumbled at the velcro fastening, its rip unnaturally loud in the hushed silence of the room, then slipped her fingers under Natalia's palm, lifting the hand up so it brushed against her own cheek. She took a moment to adjust the IV line threaded into the back of Natalia's hand so that it wouldn't snag on the bed rail, then brought Natalia's palm to her lips and pressed a kiss to that cold, smooth skin.
She didn't say anything more for a while, simply gazed at Natalia through tear-filled eyes, feeling an occasional drop track down her face while she stroked Natalia's hair, smoothing it into some semblance of order. The oil from the anointing was still slick on Natalia's skin, and Olivia resisted the urge to wipe it away. She continued to hold Natalia's left hand against her own cheek, her mouth drifting over to press gentle kisses to Natalia's fingers or the palm of her hand as the urge struck her. Despite everything she had been through in the last hours, the faint vanilla scent of Natalia's favorite lotion still clung to her skin. She's here, Olivia thought, closing her eyes while tears spilled freely from beneath her lashes. She's here, and as long as she is we have a fighting chance.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that it took her a moment to realize that Natalia's fingers were fluttering against her cheek. She lifted her head and found her gaze immediately transfixed by a pair of glorious fawn's eyes, a dazed mix of love and bewilderment in their depths.
"Oh, hi," Olivia whispered, feeling the relieved smile all but beaming off her own face. She pressed a kiss to Natalia's groping fingers, the tears spilling unabated now as she murmured reassurance. "You're okay, sweetheart. You're just fine."
Natalia's eyelids fluttered shut, staying that way for a few minutes before they flickered open again. She blinked several times, her brow furrowing in confusion as she traced the tears running down the planes of Olivia's cheekbone with the pad of her thumb.
"You're in the hospital," Olivia whispered. "You just had surgery, and you're still sleepy from the anesthetic."
Natalia's eyes narrowed as she absorbed this information. She blinked slowly, and for a moment, Olivia thought she was going to drift back to sleep. But then her gaze rolled upward to take in the green walls surrounding her, then the machines off to her right, lights dancing as they measured out her heartbeat. Her eyes widened as she became aware of the ventilator tube, the fingers of her left hand spasming against Olivia's cheek while she jerked her right arm, trying to pull it free of its restraint.
"Hey, shhh, it's okay," Olivia whispered, moving Natalia's left hand to press it against her own sternum while she traced a soothing pattern against Natalia's cheek. "Baby, it's okay. I'm here, and there's nothing to be afraid of."
She held Natalia's gaze with her own, stroking Natalia's hair and cheek in a repetitive motion until Natalia calmed. A tear spilled from Natalia's eye, and Olivia brushed the moisture away with her knuckles. "Shhh, it's okay. This is just for a little while, until you're stronger. I promise."
Natalia jerked against the restraint again, and Olivia risked letting go of Natalia's free hand, leaving it pressed against her chest, palm flat against her own heart. She stretched across the bed, undoing the other restraint and clasping Natalia's fingers between her own. She lifted their tangled hands, resting them against Natalia's sternum, while her right hand continued to caress Natalia's face. Natalia wheezed in a breath, her fingers clutching at the neckline of Olivia's shirt as her body fought to reassert its own will.
"Relax," Olivia whispered, holding Natalia's gaze with her own. She smiled down at her, feeling tears spill across her mouth as she did so. She didn't move to brush them away, keeping both hands on Natalia, holding her as best she could despite the ventilator tube and the IV and the alligator clip on her right index finger, relaying its statistics to the machines and the nurses. Such a fragile thread, Olivia thought. And yet she's holding on.
"Stop trying to breathe," Olivia murmured gently. "Just let it do the work for you."
Natalia's eyes closed, the fingers of her right hand squeezing weakly against Olivia's own. Some of the tension left her body; a gentle easing in her shoulders, in the lines of her face. She let out a soft whimper, and Olivia could almost hear the thought behind the noise. Fine, but we'll be discussing this later.
"Just float, my angel." Olivia stood up in an awkward half-crouch, leaning forward just far enough that she could press a soft, lingering kiss to Natalia's forehead. She tilted her head to the side, brushing her cheek against the crown of Natalia's head.
"Float and dream," Olivia whispered in Natalia's ear. She sat back down, stroking her thumb back and forth against Natalia's brow until the furrows smoothed from her skin. "I'll be here when you're ready to open your eyes again."
Author's note: In the don't try this at home category - a non-GL friend who is a nurse previewed this and was appalled - appalled! - at the restraints removal. I told her that a) Cedars is a really lax hospital (as evidenced by them taking the restraints off Olivia after her transplant) and b) it's Olivia Freakin' Spencer.
Author: Kelinswriter
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17 (for lots of things)
Summary: Starts with the infamous scene with the OPT Pregnancy Test. Spins off from there into its own little universe.
Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. owns these characters; I'm just taking them off the shelf and playing with them for a while.
Note: Any medical errors are my own. Please see author's note at the end regarding the one bit of license I absolutely took.
1-11
12
13
14a
14b
Olivia remembered the ICU well. The smell of it — not the clean, fresh scent of the farmhouse, but the harsh, noxious stench of disinfectant. It was the smell of bodies being healed, of disease being eradicated — only sometimes, it was the bodies and not the disease that died. The undertone of it lingered, a miasma that no cleanser could wipe away. And the silence — the deliberately low tones of the doctors and nurses, the whispered pleas of the dying and their loved ones, the rattle and squeak of gurney wheels against the polished tile. It was the hush of a church, the quiet of a tomb. A place where some recovered but many more died.
Oh yes, Olivia remembered the ICU all too well.
She was standing in the hallway, watching through the observation window while Father Ray anointed Natalia's forehead with oil. The priest was drawing a cross on Natalia's skin with his thumb, and though Olivia could not hear his words, she could read the syllables spilling from his lips: "Through this holy anointing, may the Lord in His love and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit." He moved on, his fingers tracing crosses on the backs of Natalia's hands, those strong, beautiful hands, now bound in place against either rail of the bed, the restraints there to prevent her from attempting to tear the ventilator from her throat or the IV from her hand, to do anything that would damage the fragile mix of machines and medication keeping her alive.
It had been a blow, that first glimpse of Natalia through the window of the ICU cubicle. Olivia had thought she was prepared, that all she would care about was that she was finally getting to see Natalia, but she hadn't expected the pain that accompanied the sight of her love, covered by hospital gown and blanket, her bare arms oddly pale against the white knit cotton — or at least what little could be seen of them between the IV and the heart monitor and the blue velcro restraints wrapped around her wrists. The sickly green walls only enhanced the olive tones of Natalia's skin, eradicating every touch of the warm brown of her summer tan, her tangle of mahogany hair the sole splash of color in the otherwise stark surroundings. Her eyes were closed, her face like sculpted marble, its odd stillness enhancing the strong line of her cheekbones, the gentle curve of her jaw. Only her chest moved, the ventilator forcing air into her lungs, then allowing it to escape in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.
So still, Olivia thought. So small. Oh, sweetheart, what have they done to you?
Father Ray bowed his head, resting his hand over the crown of Natalia's head as he said a few final words. He took a step back and looked down on her, his brown eyes filled with affection, before lifting the purple stole from around his neck and pressing a kiss to the cloth. He crossed to the corner of the room, quickly packing up his oils and his stole, then returned to the hallway.
"She has what she needs?" Olivia asked, keeping her gaze on Natalia as the priest eased the door shut.
"She has the blessings of Jesus Christ, and my most devoted and fervent prayers." Father Ray set his briefcase against the wall and turned to face Olivia. "And she always will."
"Thank you, Father," Olivia said. "I know she will appreciate all you've done for her."
Father Ray nodded. He hesitated, as if weighing what to say next, before finally drawing a breath. "Olivia, I fear that before, I let my personal biases get in the way of what was best for Natalia, and by extension you."
"You think?" Olivia turned to face the priest. "I'm used to people hating me just for being who I am. But for you to see this as some sort of divine retribution against Natalia..."
Father Ray put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "It was unthinking and callous. And I must admit, Josh Lewis did a good job pointing out that I was forgetting the spirit of the law in all my concern for its letter. In this last hour, his words have planted some seeds in my heart."
"Well I'm glad that my family tragedy could help with your spiritual growth." Olivia tilted her head toward the door to Natalia's room. "Look, Father, I really don't care about anything but getting in there. So if you have something to say, say it."
"I'm sorry. Of course." The priest had the grace to look chagrined. "While I am at your disposal should you or Natalia need anything, I feel that my behavior earlier has made it difficult for me to minister effectively to either of you in this crisis. I was thinking that perhaps Sister Anne might be of comfort should you or Natalia need spiritual counsel, or just someone to talk to. If you'd like, I can ask her to stop by tomorrow."
Olivia felt a sense of relief wash over her at the thought of the gentle young nun who had helped her sort out her feelings in the wake of Natalia's engagement. "I would, that is, she would —" She swallowed her pride and just said the words. "Yes, thank you."
"You're welcome." Father Ray reached out and clasped her hand. "I'll leave you to be with Natalia now."
"Thanks," Olivia said, her gaze turning toward the window once again. She barely noticed the priest picking up his briefcase, his footsteps squeaking on the tile as he walked toward the ICU exit. For a moment, she simply gazed at Natalia, her feet frozen in place. I step into that room and it's real, she thought. It stops being a nightmare that I'm going to wake up from.
She took a breath, her lungs thick with a fresh layer of emotion. Swallowing it down, she crossed to the door, easing it open and slipping inside.
She was immediately assaulted by the sounds piercing the silence; the beep of the heart monitor, the hiss of the ventilator. Walking forward on unsteady legs, she moved to stand beside the bed, her hand hovering over Natalia's arm while she fought an overwhelming fear that the younger woman would shatter under her fingertips. She shook off the feeling, backstepping to the corner of the room and lifting a metal chair with thick off-white padding into place beside Natalia. She scooted it as close to the edge of the bed as she could, her left hand finding Natalia's fingers and threading them between her own. Resting her right hand on the crown of Natalia's head, she whispered, "Hey, beautiful."
There was no reaction, not that Olivia had expected one. Rick had warned her that it would be at least a half an hour, perhaps more, before Natalia showed any signs of emerging from the anesthesia. "It's going to be three, maybe four a.m. before she's really awake. And even then, we'll be keeping her sedated. We need to keep her calm and resting while we see how that damaged lung responds."
"And the internal bleeding?" Olivia had asked before Rick departed for his own home and some much deserved rest.
"It's never a sure thing," Rick replied. "Dr. Loren put every effort into containing the damage, but at a certain point, she hit the limits of Natalia's ability to tolerate the surgery. It's possible she may have to go back in again if it becomes apparent that there's continued bleeding."
So it's a waiting game now, Olivia thought as she clutched Natalia's slender fingers between her own. Wait, and hope that you've got enough strength left to overcome this next hurdle.
She slid her hand up to rest on the restraint encircling Natalia's left wrist. "I know they want these on you so you don't try to yank that tube out of your throat when you wake up," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But since you've got me here to keep you from getting too crazy, I don't think that's really necessary, do you?" She fumbled at the velcro fastening, its rip unnaturally loud in the hushed silence of the room, then slipped her fingers under Natalia's palm, lifting the hand up so it brushed against her own cheek. She took a moment to adjust the IV line threaded into the back of Natalia's hand so that it wouldn't snag on the bed rail, then brought Natalia's palm to her lips and pressed a kiss to that cold, smooth skin.
She didn't say anything more for a while, simply gazed at Natalia through tear-filled eyes, feeling an occasional drop track down her face while she stroked Natalia's hair, smoothing it into some semblance of order. The oil from the anointing was still slick on Natalia's skin, and Olivia resisted the urge to wipe it away. She continued to hold Natalia's left hand against her own cheek, her mouth drifting over to press gentle kisses to Natalia's fingers or the palm of her hand as the urge struck her. Despite everything she had been through in the last hours, the faint vanilla scent of Natalia's favorite lotion still clung to her skin. She's here, Olivia thought, closing her eyes while tears spilled freely from beneath her lashes. She's here, and as long as she is we have a fighting chance.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that it took her a moment to realize that Natalia's fingers were fluttering against her cheek. She lifted her head and found her gaze immediately transfixed by a pair of glorious fawn's eyes, a dazed mix of love and bewilderment in their depths.
"Oh, hi," Olivia whispered, feeling the relieved smile all but beaming off her own face. She pressed a kiss to Natalia's groping fingers, the tears spilling unabated now as she murmured reassurance. "You're okay, sweetheart. You're just fine."
Natalia's eyelids fluttered shut, staying that way for a few minutes before they flickered open again. She blinked several times, her brow furrowing in confusion as she traced the tears running down the planes of Olivia's cheekbone with the pad of her thumb.
"You're in the hospital," Olivia whispered. "You just had surgery, and you're still sleepy from the anesthetic."
Natalia's eyes narrowed as she absorbed this information. She blinked slowly, and for a moment, Olivia thought she was going to drift back to sleep. But then her gaze rolled upward to take in the green walls surrounding her, then the machines off to her right, lights dancing as they measured out her heartbeat. Her eyes widened as she became aware of the ventilator tube, the fingers of her left hand spasming against Olivia's cheek while she jerked her right arm, trying to pull it free of its restraint.
"Hey, shhh, it's okay," Olivia whispered, moving Natalia's left hand to press it against her own sternum while she traced a soothing pattern against Natalia's cheek. "Baby, it's okay. I'm here, and there's nothing to be afraid of."
She held Natalia's gaze with her own, stroking Natalia's hair and cheek in a repetitive motion until Natalia calmed. A tear spilled from Natalia's eye, and Olivia brushed the moisture away with her knuckles. "Shhh, it's okay. This is just for a little while, until you're stronger. I promise."
Natalia jerked against the restraint again, and Olivia risked letting go of Natalia's free hand, leaving it pressed against her chest, palm flat against her own heart. She stretched across the bed, undoing the other restraint and clasping Natalia's fingers between her own. She lifted their tangled hands, resting them against Natalia's sternum, while her right hand continued to caress Natalia's face. Natalia wheezed in a breath, her fingers clutching at the neckline of Olivia's shirt as her body fought to reassert its own will.
"Relax," Olivia whispered, holding Natalia's gaze with her own. She smiled down at her, feeling tears spill across her mouth as she did so. She didn't move to brush them away, keeping both hands on Natalia, holding her as best she could despite the ventilator tube and the IV and the alligator clip on her right index finger, relaying its statistics to the machines and the nurses. Such a fragile thread, Olivia thought. And yet she's holding on.
"Stop trying to breathe," Olivia murmured gently. "Just let it do the work for you."
Natalia's eyes closed, the fingers of her right hand squeezing weakly against Olivia's own. Some of the tension left her body; a gentle easing in her shoulders, in the lines of her face. She let out a soft whimper, and Olivia could almost hear the thought behind the noise. Fine, but we'll be discussing this later.
"Just float, my angel." Olivia stood up in an awkward half-crouch, leaning forward just far enough that she could press a soft, lingering kiss to Natalia's forehead. She tilted her head to the side, brushing her cheek against the crown of Natalia's head.
"Float and dream," Olivia whispered in Natalia's ear. She sat back down, stroking her thumb back and forth against Natalia's brow until the furrows smoothed from her skin. "I'll be here when you're ready to open your eyes again."
Author's note: In the don't try this at home category - a non-GL friend who is a nurse previewed this and was appalled - appalled! - at the restraints removal. I told her that a) Cedars is a really lax hospital (as evidenced by them taking the restraints off Olivia after her transplant) and b) it's Olivia Freakin' Spencer.
Ah, Father Ray, at last you can see the forest from the trees, after Josh smacked you. Good for him for apologizing and realizing he was out of line, even better for offering Sister Anne if Natalia or Olivia need a spiritual guide.
Ha! When Olivia unrestrained Natalia's hand I was appalled too, my fingers itched to smack her hand and redo the restrains, but I was not at all surprised that Olivia would do it, cause she would totally do it, or that she could get away with it. I mean, it is Cedars and she is Olivia.
Great job! I can't wait for the next parts.
It felt that intense. I think this fic was written, in part, because of that scene getting stuck in my head in a way that was so vivid that I had to build and entire fic around it. I mean who doesn't love a dramatic hospital scene? And these two never really got one, almost kiss aside. And if you liked the silent communication in this scene, well wait til...well, just wait. ;-) (PS points to icon - go there if you want to hear the background music that would accompany this particular scene were it actually shot.)
Ah, Father Ray, at last you can see the forest from the trees, after Josh smacked you. Good for him for apologizing and realizing he was out of line, even better for offering Sister Anne if Natalia or Olivia need a spiritual guide.
*whispers* It was also a really handy way to get Father Ray out of the fic. Besides, who doesn't like a pretty, blonde, probably lesbian nun?
Ha! When Olivia unrestrained Natalia's hand I was appalled too, my fingers itched to smack her hand and redo the restrains, but I was not at all surprised that Olivia would do it, cause she would totally do it, or that she could get away with it. I mean, it is Cedars and she is Olivia.
I know it's appalling. But when you're at a hospital where the nurses actually say "If you promise not to touch the vent I'll undo your hand" - well, you can get away with a helluva lot. Personally, I'm more worried about the fact that Rick is one of Natalia's doctors, considering his body count. Why do you think I had someone else do the surgery?
I'm glad you endured the long wait to this chapter. Be nice to the puppies tonight, k? ;-)
The love that she feels for Natalia fighting the tension represented by the urge to wipe the oil from her skin, makes this part just so powerful to me. This is why you are the best of the best.
Also, that paragraph kicked my ass for a good long while - so I'm glad you liked it. ;-)
And glory glory hallelujah I am so relieved that Natalia opened her eyes! I was right there with Olivia.
Thanks! I've been building to this moment for a very long time. There are certain key scenes that you just know are going to be really important, and this is definitely one of them. Olivia understands what it's like to come out of surgery - she's going to do everything she can to make it easier on Natalia. It is, indeed, the simple gestures that make true love so beautiful.
And glory glory hallelujah I am so relieved that Natalia opened her eyes! I was right there with Olivia.
I thought you guys would be happy about that. ;-) I really wanted them to have that moment of reconnection. Olivia needed it.
Olivia is crazy. for a second there i thought she was just gonna hop right in the bed with her. but i guess that will come in a future chapter and in a nicer bed.
Sorry. Wait your turn like everyone else. ;-)
Olivia is crazy. for a second there i thought she was just gonna hop right in the bed with her.
Phillip put it best when he pointed out that Olivia marches to the beat of her own drummer. Which is a polite way of saying that yes, she's completely crazy. But that's what makes her so damn fun.
but i guess that will come in a future chapter and in a nicer bed.
Keep reading. ;-)
Thanks for reading.
More next week as per usual.
Thanks for reading!