[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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tw: death & violence.
(17 weeks pregnant — 4 months)
season 5, episode 16 (finale)
"Be more gentle," I hissed through my teeth, flinging my head back as a sharp pain shot through my hand.
Denise pulled back momentarily, a guilty expression on her face as she loosened her grip on my hand. "Sorry," she murmured apologetically, a small frown on her face.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my aching mind. "It's okay," I said, my voice strained. "Just... take it easy,"
The woman nodded with a gulp, her hands moving more gently as she examined my swollen and bruised hand. The pain was still there, but it was more bearable. My main concern wasn't my sore hand but it was the erratic agonizing aching pain in my head.
Thankfully, I was aware of my baby's safety due to the continuous fluttering and spasms I felt in my stomach. Denise gracefully offered me an ultrasound to soothe my taunting thoughts as soon as I wandered inside the clinic, my anxious mind calming at the sight of my baby.
"I don't think it's broken. It seems to be sprained," Denise informed me softly, her eyes meeting mine with a reassuring look. "I'll wrap it for you,"
I couldn't find it in me to respond to the woman, my tired eyes closing as the pounding in my head only seemed to continue. I used my left hand to run a hand over my face, a low groan leaving me.
"You know... I'd assume you know how to punch someone correctly. For you being out on the road for so long," The blonde woman attempted to joke as she delicately wrapped up my right hand with bandages.
I forced out a breathy laugh as I shook my head, letting my hand drop to the table. "I haven't had to do it in a while," I muttered in exhaustion.
Denise offered me a sympathetic smile, her playful expression faltering into a serious expression. "I'm sorry for what he did, Nola. You didn't deserve that," she whispered sadly.
"I should've just kept my mouth shut," I replied quickly, my voice hollow of emotion. "If I just... kept it shut then none of this would've happened," I scoffed, silently cursing myself.
"Don't blame yourself for Pete's actions. He had no right hitting you," Denise said firmly, her motions on my hands coming to a halt as she successfully wrapped the entirety of my hand.
I immediately shook my head, clenching my eyes closed as my vision blurred. "It was dumb. I knew what he was capable of," I replied.
Denise leaned forward, her hand moving to grip my sore shoulder. "He is the one at fault. You were defending yourself and everyone else, you were doing what you thought was right," she told me gently, her brows drawn together in concern.
