Post by cutebutboring on Mar 24, 2010 23:58:52 GMT -5
Hours later Addison was sitting with her arms crossed in a private room. Mark was sitting on the other side, mirroring her position. Their daughter's bed was between them. They were waiting for her to wake up from anesthesia after the surgery. The surgery that Addison gambled on and took chanced that could have killed her daughter but somehow saved her.
Alex was standing outside looking in. He wanted to go in and do something but he couldn't risk it.
When Alexia began sturring Mark and Addison made eye contact for the first time since she had gotten out of surgery. Both obviously still terrified despite the fact that their daughter survived her suicide attempt.
Once her eyes were open Mark stood, warning her not to talk because the breathing tube had just been removed. Before Addison could insert anything Mark began his rant. "You tried to kill yourself? Are you insane?" he asked.
"Mark." Addison scolded. "You don't scream at patients. You don't scream at your children and you don't scream at suicidal people. Where were you during pysch classes?"
"Sleeping." he answered breifly, looking her direction for just a second. "You scared the shit out of me. Literally, kid. I literally almost shit on myself. We were terrfied. I cried, okay? I haven't cried in a very long time and I cried. Do you realize that that means? I care about you, okay? Sue me. But I care. I don't want you dead, I don't want you fucking thirty year olds. I don't want you pregnant and I don't want you getting secret abortions."
"I'm sorry." Alexia whispered hoarsly, feeling an ache in her throat. She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep, hoping it would all be over but it didn't work. Her parents would not look away from her, she couldn't get out of it that easily. "I didn't mean to hurt you." she added slowly, pausing with each word to reduce the pain.
"Right." Mark grumbled. "Cause when you were swallowing pills and trying to kill yourself you were thinking 'They'll be so thrilled that I'm dead.' We couldn't possibily hurt over the loss of our child, right? I mean why would we? We only created out, gave you life, raised you, loved you and yet we'd be fine with losing you. Of course." he went on sarcastically.
"I didn't think you would care." she admitted, still using a voice almost impossible to hear or understand. But judging by the way her parents were looking at her, Alexia knew they heard her.
Alex was standing outside looking in. He wanted to go in and do something but he couldn't risk it.
When Alexia began sturring Mark and Addison made eye contact for the first time since she had gotten out of surgery. Both obviously still terrified despite the fact that their daughter survived her suicide attempt.
Once her eyes were open Mark stood, warning her not to talk because the breathing tube had just been removed. Before Addison could insert anything Mark began his rant. "You tried to kill yourself? Are you insane?" he asked.
"Mark." Addison scolded. "You don't scream at patients. You don't scream at your children and you don't scream at suicidal people. Where were you during pysch classes?"
"Sleeping." he answered breifly, looking her direction for just a second. "You scared the shit out of me. Literally, kid. I literally almost shit on myself. We were terrfied. I cried, okay? I haven't cried in a very long time and I cried. Do you realize that that means? I care about you, okay? Sue me. But I care. I don't want you dead, I don't want you fucking thirty year olds. I don't want you pregnant and I don't want you getting secret abortions."
"I'm sorry." Alexia whispered hoarsly, feeling an ache in her throat. She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep, hoping it would all be over but it didn't work. Her parents would not look away from her, she couldn't get out of it that easily. "I didn't mean to hurt you." she added slowly, pausing with each word to reduce the pain.
"Right." Mark grumbled. "Cause when you were swallowing pills and trying to kill yourself you were thinking 'They'll be so thrilled that I'm dead.' We couldn't possibily hurt over the loss of our child, right? I mean why would we? We only created out, gave you life, raised you, loved you and yet we'd be fine with losing you. Of course." he went on sarcastically.
"I didn't think you would care." she admitted, still using a voice almost impossible to hear or understand. But judging by the way her parents were looking at her, Alexia knew they heard her.