chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

seventy four ・❥・ loml (loss of my life)

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Three weeks before...

"Brian." Lola gasped as she threw herself up and almost out of the hospital bed.

Quickly, nurses pinned her down, forcing her to the mattress whilst she started to thrash about screaming his name.

"BRIAN!" She wailed. "WHERE'S BRIAN?"

"Dr Stevens-"

"BRIAN!"

She was bleeding out, had barely been in the hospital for a few minutes and was still searching for him.

"You need go calm down miss-"

"BRIAN!" Lolas wail died as a needle was jabbed into her neck and her veins filled up with a sedative. "BRIAN..."

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Three weeks before...

Lolas pov...

"Lola.."

I could hear someone calling my name, repeating it over and over again- but I just couldn't find the energy to do anything about it.

"Lola..."

God- couldn't they shut up? My head was heavy and if they repeated my name again I was going to force myself to wake up just to punch them.

My body was aching and there was a burning in my chest that seemed to be getting worse. But the worst part wasn't feeling like a corpse, it was that I couldn't work out how long I had been out. Hours? Days? Weeks?

"Lola-"

"Shut... Up." I groaned whilst forcing my eyes open.

Even though my throat was raw and scratchy, I was ready to cuss someone out until my eyes landed on him. And for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

"Hey," he whispered, his hands on my face- I wasn't even sure if he was real or if the drugs they had given me were that good.

"Brian..."

"Hey," he sighed, moving closer towards me.

"You-"

"I'm okay."

He was alive.

And even though I was supposed to hate him and he was supposed to hate me- I didn't care about anything other than the fact that he was alive and in front of me. I didn't know what had happened, and I didnt want to ask because I didn't want to change anything. He was in front of me, he was okay, and I was okay and that was perfectly fine with me. I didn't want to hear the rest.

"Lola..."

"No." I protested with a weak shake of my head.

There was a faint beeping in the background from the sound of a monitor. I wasn't stupid, I worked out I was in a hospital. And Brian was in front of me, Dom wasn't. And I knew what that meant. 

It was happening all over again, suddenly, I was ten years old again and he had been snatched away. I could feel tears burning in my eyes and I hated it, hated that they were coming because it was stupid. Wasn't this how it was always going to end up? I wanted to scream and hit something or someone. 

"Lola," someone else chimed in, making my blood boil.

I'd just woken up, couldn't they give me a fucking minute before ruining my life again?

"You have several cracked ribs, several lacerations, a grade four concussion, and are severely malnourished and dehydrated." Someone rattled off, however, I refused to take my eyes off of him because I knew he was hiding something else from me. I could feel it, the same way I just knew something was off at race wars. "When you came in you had a brain bleed, you were rushed into surgery."

"What else happened?" I snapped with narrowed eyes.

His lips parted as he ripped his eyes off of me, making my stomach drop. "I- I can't tell you..."

"Why not?" I snapped again, not caring that two minutes ago I was happy to see him. 

What the hell had happened?

"Lola," someone called again, and finally, I shifted my eyes onto them. "Lola, did you know you were pregnant?"

What the hell? A snort slipped past as I rolled my eyes. They had the wrong Toretto.

"I hate to break it to you but I'm not pregnant." I mumbled, they had to have gotten mine and Mias records mixed up.

"Lola," Brian suddenly whispered, making goosebumps break out across my skin.

He couldn't look at me, why the hell wasn't he looking at me?

"Lola," the doctor sighed, shifting my attention again. "You were seventeen weeks-"

"But I'm not pregnant," I threw back.

"You were seventeen weeks pregnant."

"But- I'm not showing." How the hell could I be pregnant? I wasn't. It was bull.

"Lola," Brian sighed again. "Please."

Please?

"It's called a cryptic pregnancy."

I couldn't understand what the hell she was on about, nothing was making any sense. "You think I'm having a cryptic pregnancy?"

"You weren't showing, even though you were seventeen weeks-"

"I don't get it." Frustration burned through my veins whilst my hands balled into fists on my lap. "I didn't even know I was pregnant..."

"You were seventeen weeks along, some people don't show until-"

"Why do you keep saying were?" I suddenly snapped, making the room go dead silent.

I looked around, waiting for someone to answer one of my hundreds of questions. What the hell was going on? I didn't have the patience to play the guessing game. I looked to Brian, expecting him to say something. But he was sat with his eyes closed in a way that made me feel physically fucking sick.

I'm pregnant...

I'm seventeen weeks?

Were?...

"Why are you using past tense?"

Nobody was looking at me, nobody was answering any of my fucking questions and I was losing my damn mind.

"Were?" I demanded again.

"Lola..."

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Poor Lola :(