Story Telling

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    IT'S THE NEXT MORNING, and Vegas (since Havana was in surgery) was monitoring Zyanya to see if the antidote was actually working, and so far it seemed to have to progress.

Zyanya was currently asleep, but was very lethargic.

Rebekah was busy watching her daughter sleep, watching was her tiny breathes made her chest rise and fall.

Rebekah then remembered the argument Vegas and Havana had the day that peaked her interest, and what better way to get her mind off of her daughters than some juicy gossip.

"Why did Havana say you were being a bitch yesterday?"

Vegas sighed out, Havana was still mad at her, "Because I said something really stupid to her—"

The blonde cut her off, "Which was?"

"There's this guy down in the lab who's had this huge crush on me for the longest time," Vegas began, "Since we needed to delete Zyanya's results, she suggested I sleep with him if he got stubborn."

"She wanted you to prostitute yourself?"

Vegas shrugged, "I guess but not really? But I then told her that at least he didn't cheat on me with my brother."

Rebekah leaned forward, officially intrigued, "What do you mean by that?"

"Azazel went through a phase where he did anything to mess with Havana. Even sleep with her fiancé."

Rebekah gasped taken aback, not even her brothers would do that to her. Kill them, absolutely, but purposely do it to hurt her. Never.

"What?" She gasped out.

Vegas nodded, "Yeah, it was bad."

"Wow, and I thought I had the worst brothers."

"Ive heard some stories that involved your brothers," Vegas said, "They don't sound much better."

Vegas was right, she supposed her brothers (Klaus) weren't much better.

Her phone ringing got her attention, she looked at the screen and saw Valentina's name, she quickly answered before bringing her phone up to her right ear, "Hello."

"Hey, is Vegas with you? I've been calling but she doesn't answer." Valentina asked.

Rebekah looked over to the brunette who was rocking back and forth in a rocking chair while playing Subway Surfers, "I have, she's... occupied at the moment."

"With what? I called Havana before she went into surgery and said Vegas doesn't have a surgery till way later."

"She's playing a mobile game." Rebekah said, "Ill hand her over."

"Okay."

Rebekah lowered the phone, "Vegas." the surgeon in training was too focused on her game to look away, "Valentina is on the phone asking for you."

"Can't, I'm busy." Vegas muttered.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, "She said she's busy."

"Just give her the phone."

The blonde original does as told and shoved the phone into Vegas' hand, "Here."

Vegas rolled her eyes as her character ran straight into a train, she let out a groan, "Bekah, what the hell?"

"Valentina wants to speak with you."

The surgeon in training rolled her eyes as she picked up the phone, "¿Qué chingados quieres?"

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