Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 22

Marc woke up when he felt his hand being moved. He opened his eyes and smiled softly seeing Alina waking up. "Hey Beautiful," he said yawning as he stood and pushed some of her hair out of her face.

"Marc," she said hoarsely as she tried to get comfortable but pouted as the pain increased.

"How's our girl doing?" Axel asked as he came into the room.

"Just woke up," Marc smiled as the rest of the group walked in. "Doc is on his way."

"I'm here," Sean said walking into the room. "Hey Pookie, do you think you can try and eat something so I can give you some pain meds?"

"I can try," she said softly as Sean raised her bed slightly. "Ow..."

"Sorry," Sean said smiling softly. "I'm going to start you off on liquids first to make sure you can keep it down, okay?" She nodded and he kissed her forehead, "Thank you for protecting our girl."

"Course," She whispered.

"Here," Raven said setting a bag on the tray above her lap. He opened it and pulled out a bowl, "chicken soup make better."

"Just the broth for now," Sean said writing something down on the clipboard.

"Da," Raven nodded as he opened the package the spoon was in.

She looked at the bowl and spoon then pushed the tray away. "What's wrong, Sweetie?" Corey asked watching everything.

"Not hungry," she mumbled closing her eyes.

"Come on, Beautiful, just a couple spoonfuls so Doc can give you some medicine," Marc said gently pushing the tray back towards her. "Please."

"No," she pushed the tray back.

"Come on Alina," Axel said gently, "just a few bites."

"No," she closed her eyes, "just want sleep. Leave me alone."

"What's going on, Alina?" Sean asked moving his rolling chair over to her. "Talk to me so I can help."

"Just leave me alone," she mumbled refusing to open her eyes.

"Come on Babe," Brandon said watching everything. "You need to eat so you can get better and get the hell out of here."

"Go away," She mumbled pulling her hand away when Sean tried taking it to feel her pulse. "Alone."

"Hey now what's going on?" Marc asked confused by her sudden change in attitude.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She shouted shoving the tray making the bowl spill onto the blanket and floor. "GO AWAY! GO AWAY!"

"Alright, Pookie, okay," Sean said yanking the blanket off so the hot soup didn't burn her. "They'll leave, let's try and get you to calm down."

"GO AWAY!" She screamed as tears slid down her face. "Just leave me alone," she sobbed.

"Sean give me a moment," Marc said coming back into the room. "Please."

Sean nodded and left the room. "Go away, Brother," she sniffled as she closed her eyes and turned her head away from him.

"Ne (No)," Marc shook his head as he took a step closer to her.

"Proč mě prostě nenecháš na pokoji? (Why won't you just leave me alone?)" She sobbed. "Prostě jdi pryč!(Just go away!)"

"Slíbil jsem, že tu pro tebe vždy budu a myslel jsem to vážně. (I promised I would always be here for you and I meant it.)" He walked over to her and wiped away a tear. "Now tell me what's upsetting you."

"No," She sniffled as he turned her to face him.

"Open your pretty little eyes for me," he cooed chuckling when she glared at him. "There's those pretty eyes. Now tell me what's upsetting you."

"No," she seethed.

Marc searched her eyes then sighed, "Why won't you talk to me? I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong?"

"Prostě jdi pryč,(Just go away,)" she whispered as she sniffled then winced.

"Nikdy tě neopustím. (I'm never leaving you)," he whispered. "Nikdy tě neopustíme. Nikdy. (We are never leaving you. Never.)"

"Nemůžu nic dělat. (I can't do anything.)" she barely whispered as more tears slipped down her face.

Realization crossed Marc's face and he smiled softly, "Ach nádhera, není se čeho bát. (Oh Beautiful, that is nothing to worry about.)" He kissed her forehead and wiped her tears again. "Nemáme problém se o vás postarat. (We have no problem caring for you.)"

"To je směšné! Jsem dospělá prdelka a neumím se ani živit! Nenechám, aby se o mě moji velcí bratři starali jako o bezmocné dítě. (It's ridiculous! I'm a grown ass woman and I can't even feed myself! I won't be having my big brothers caring for me like a helpless baby.)"

Marc chuckled, "Pak nás nepovažujte za své velké bratry. Myslete na nás jako na své pečovatele nebo přátele. (Then don't think of us as your big brothers. Think of us as your caregivers or boyfriends.)" He grabbed a tissue and held it to her nose for her to blow. He threw away the tissue and smiled softly, "Můžeš si také zvyknout na myšlenku, že se o tebe postaráme, krásko. Jdeme na to, ať se vám to líbí nebo ne. (You might as well get use to the idea of us taking care of you, Beautiful. We are going to whether you like it or not.)"

She rolled her eyes, "Of course you will."