And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 179 - A Ripley

I could feel my heart in my throat. I was going to be sick.

When we found Ryan, he had stopped the seizure and was being looking at by softly by Rosa, the new medic.

Rhea collapsed to her knees, and I heard the rough impact and cringed. But I had something else to care for.

I fell beside Rhea and examined over Ryan. He looked fairly normal, lying on a few layers of jumpers, maybe a little tired. "Rosa?" I looked at her, still sort of checking over Ryan where she can.

"Fucks going on?" Rhea snapped.

That made the woman answer quickly. "He um-it could be a range of things. There's nothing major I can see with what I have. You need to take him to the hospital to be checked." She said.

Rhea moved so quick, picking him up in her arms and going, I followed her. Glancing back at Rosa who looked shaky. She didn't look like she was prepared at all to see that. "Thank you." I told her.

She smiled and nodded, and I spotted Dom go over to her, seeing if she was alright.

I focused on Rhea. The drive to the closest hospital was the worst. Ryan was fairly normal and falling asleep in my arms, and Rhea was just a ball of worry, not focusing properly.

When we got there, and we had to let them take him for some examinations, and we had to just wait.

That was even worse.

God it was horrible.

Rhea was restless beside me, telling her foot nervously and glancing and fiddling.

"Hey." I whispered and reached for her hands. She looked at me and her body stopped moving. "It'll be alright. He'll be alright."

Rhea didn't say anything, and her knee started bobbing again.

I spoke again. "He will. He's a Ripley. He can do anything."

Rhea squeezed my hands and took a breath. "I just can't help but think the worst, angel."

"I know." I nodded. "Me too. But we should think the best."

"I don't think there is a best situation here." Rhea said and it was very true.

"Positive thinking." I clarified and she nodded softly.

A horrible half an hour later, we finally got some updates. Ryan has epilepsy, a rare type that started extremely young. It's dangerous, only if it isn't diagnosed. But most of my nerves and worries were gone when they assured me that because it was diagnosed so early, it shouldn't affect Ryan so much. Rhea was still just feeling horrible about it, and I don't know how to help her calm down.

Once Ryan got the hell he needed and we got all the information on how to support him. We didn't even sleep the next couple nights. Because we were both so worried.

Then we had the long flight back to the states, which we spent making sure Ryan was alright.

When we got home, just for a night before Raw, Rhea told me to get some sleep and that she'd watch him.

She was sweet, but she was the one who needed sleep. She had a show... "Rhea-"

"I'm not arguing about this." She snapped at me, sitting with a sleeping Ryan in her arms. "Go to bed."

I swallowed, knowing I shouldn't press about it based on her voice. "Rhea. Please just-"

"Florence." She looked at me, holding back her yells. "Just go."