Black Widow | Rhea Ripley | Slow-Burn & Spicy

Chapter One - Deadly, Versatile & Resilient

The following story contains, but isn't limited to mature themes like: Cheating, drugs & alcohol, cancer, dark language & scenes.

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BLACK WIDOW

CHAPTER ONE
Deadly, Versatile & Resilient

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"I am afraid we have ran out of treatment options for her. I'm sorry, Riley. The only thing we can do now is place her under palliative care and make her as comfortable as possible."

I already knew... But my heart splintered, cracked and nearly fucking shattered at getting the confirmation call that there was nothing else that could be done for my sister.

"Can she stay with me?" I asked weakly, knowing it's best not to reason with death. One I knew deep down was coming.

Amy's doctor cleared her throat through the phone. "Due to the nature and severity of her leukaemia that isn't an option for her. She needs to be under constant care I'm afraid."

I rubbed my forehead and swallowed down the stinging feeling in my throat. "Is there-" I choked on my words but regained composure quickly. "Is there some sort of training I can do that would make me qualified to care for her?" It was a long shot and I knew that.

"I'm so sorry, Riley." That was all she said. "Amy has also said that she would like to stay in the hospital through this."

Of course she did.

I sniffed hard. "Thank you. Let her know I'll be in this afternoon."

"Absolutely, Miss Rivera. We will see you soon." And she hung up.

I slid my phone under my thigh, taking a heavy and shaky breath as I looked out the front window, only 10 minutes away from my new house, which was already off to a terrible start.

"You right, Riles?" Connor asked me, glancing between me and the road. He looked curious yet a little confused. "Who was that?"

I wiped my nose roughly. "Amy's doctor. She's- she's in palliative care now." I admitted softly, finding myself swallowing down the stinging in my cheeks again.

Connor was silent a moment. "I'm sorry, baby." His hand found my thigh as he squeezed it. "I really didn't think she was doing that bad."

Because you're probably on your phone or the Xbox when I tell you about her.

I shrug. "She hasn't been well for a while, Connor."

He looked back on the road properly. "Well, anything I can do for you?"

I noticed a gas station just to the left. "Can you pull in minute, please." I motion to the gas station.

Connor didn't slow down, put his indicator on, anything. "We're nearly there, Riles. We're like..." he glanced at the directions in the centre console. "7 minutes away. Can you hold it?"

I didn't need to piss, I just needed to get some fucking air. "Yeah." I brushed it off and looked down at my lap, wondering what Amy thought when she heard the news there was nothing else they can do for her.

Part of me think she knew, like I did, but she never said anything like that to me. She was always so positive. Always so optimistic about life. Always asking about me and when my matches were. Where she could watch the stream. If I could bring her this time. How Connor was doing. How Phil and April were, even though they basically visited her the same amount as me. She was so fucking good, she never deserved any of-