On the Inside with Elizabeth Olsen

The Chicken Pt. 2

Cried over Infinity War again today.

I'd like to send a big thank you to Theblackdalialived for their help on improving this chapter!

TW: Hospitals and everything to do with them :) Mentions of broken bones and bleeding. Panic attack.

I think the ending of this chapter is one of the cuter things I've written 💛

Liz POV

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Hi, I'm Dr. Connor Cameron..."

I watch a blue-eyed, tall blonde with a curly bob make her way into the center of the room. She glances her eyes around the room quickly at each person until she lands on me. At first, I think she knows who I am, but that thought stops only after she takes note of the ring on my third finger.

I'm not Elizabeth Olsen.

I'm Robbie Arnett's "wife."

That's wrong.

I briefly look away when Dr. Cameron looks up at me. Instead, I look to Y/N, the person I'm actually with.

"So you seem like a bunch that just wants to hear it straight up, so why don't we just get right into it." Dr. Cameron looked down at her clipboard and flipped through some pages before they started going down a list. "...has suffered a concussion, broken left arm, two fractured fingers, bruising, whiplash, of course, tendon repair on the right leg, 13 stitches, four above his left eye perpendicular to the temple with four more on his chin and the last five on his torso. Finally, he has cuts all over him due to the glass from the accident." The Doctor lifts her head slightly before she lets out a little "Oh." "I'm sorry... Mr. Arnett also appears to have a major blow to the skull, leading to some head trauma."

Couldn't lead with that?

Dr. Cameron lets the papers fall back into place on her clipboard, which only begins the silence in the room.

With my eyes down, I can practically feel the heat from the twins staring at me. Max and her brother are probably doing the same to Y/N.

Dr. Connor Cameron gently and politely clears her throat in a "hey, I'm still here" kinda way, making me and Y/N look up at her. "Any questions?" All eyes on me.

That caring part of me wants to open my mouth and ask just about every question under the sun. How is he doing now? Is he in a coma? Can we see him? How did the accident happen?

But...

But..

There's that other part of me. That other half of me that's just itching at my insides with the question, why. Why are we here? Why did this happen? Why did he leave? Why.. why should I car-

"Where is he?"

I glance to my left at Y/N, who appears to be the only one to have spoken up so far. Doc looks from me to my girlfriend with a smile. "He's resting in his room in the hospital's west wing. And when I say resting, I mean we had to put him under for surgery, and now it's a waiting game until he wakes up."

A little hmm escapes from Y/N.

"What- what happens when he wakes up?" I stumble over my own words. The lady in the coat gives her head a slight tilt to my question. "What do you mean?" I clear my throat. "I mean, you said he had head trauma. So is he in a coma, or is everything okay?" I point to my head in quite possibly the worst way to convey what I'm trying to explain; thankfully, everyone in the room, including the doctor, knows what I'm talking about. "Yes." She nods. "I did say he has head trauma, and no, he's not in a coma, but frankly, we don't know how okay he will be until he wakes up. He was unresponsive when the paramedics brought him in. So aside from tests and blood work, we're running right now. We truly don't know what state Mr. Arnett will be in when he wakes."