Sitting in an empty waiting room with my wife's ex boyfriend and the biological father of her two oldest children is probably the last place I would ever want to be. Yet I'm wrong. Because if that wasn't bad enough I'm here because my wife caught me fucking a groupie and tried to purposely overdose.
What would I tell our kids? How could I live without her? What the fuck was she thinking snorting cocaine? How could she do that to us? And why was she with him? Where was she that he was the one who found her. I look over at him and he looks absolutely distraught and I clench my fist. I don't want him anywhere near her. Why did she get so upset about the groupie? I also thought we had a don't ask, don't tell policy about these sort of things. I always assumed that when she was away she was sleeping with other people. Hell she was gone for almost two years. I figured she was probably sleeping with Carlos, honestly. Although it's true that it's usually always monogamous when we're both home. Maybe just actually seeing it with your own eyes makes it real. With everything going on, maybe it was too
much for her.
"Mr. Nicks?" I hear someone call and I see Lindsey sit up immediately. I quickly stand up and walk over.
"It's Fleetwood, but I'm Stevie's husband. Is she going to be alight?" I ask and I can see Lindsey straining to hear.
"Sir, your wife has copious amount of cocaine in your system. Anymore and she would have died. I think we've gotten her through, but she's still not conscious and we're not sure how long until she wakes." He says and I thank him profusely and ask to see my wife. I walk into her room and her forehead is bandaged but she's sleeping peacefully. I don't understand how it could be so bad that she would want to take herself away from us permanently. Bella and Kellan wouldn't even remember their mother at this point. I make a vow to God that I will be a wonderful, loyal, and faithful husband if he gets here through this.
Hours later, I walk out of her room to stretch my legs and get a coffee. Amy is staying with the kids so I give her a call to check on things and update her on Stevie. I haven't told anyone this was a suicide attempt. I'm not even sure how to say that. I don't that anyone would believe that our Stevie would try to kill herself. It's so out of character. I walk by the waiting room and I see that Buckingham is still here, pacing madly. It annoys me to no end that he's still here. Why does he care? He hasn't spoken to Stevie in years. Is he hoping to get in her pants again? Cause that's damn sure not going to happen.
"You can go Lindsey. I'm not leaving her." I tell him and he looks up at me.
"What have they said?" He asks and I'm assuming he won't leave without information so I update him.
"You'll call me when she wakes up?" He asks and I shake my head.
"I doubt that. It's nothing to you, she's nothing to you. You've made that crystal clear. Go on with your life and let us get back to ours." I say and his eyes flash angrily.
"I didn't even have to tell you she was here. She doesn't want to be anywhere near you. She cried for hours because of you. She tried to kill herself because of you. And I'm the bad guy? All I did was everything she asked of me." He says and something about his tone is pissing me off.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"It means whatever you want it to mean Fleetwood."
"What? Are you trying to make me think you've fucked her? Don't make me laugh. After everything you've put her through she would never touch you!" I say incredulously. My wife is passed out from an overdose and he's trying to tell me they've slept together!
"Start laughing Fleetwood because I did. She asked me to." He says and gets closer to me and talked lower. "I fucked her for hours, until she literally couldn't move. And she loved every fucking second of it." He says and I can't take it. I clench my fist and punch him so hard he hits the ground. Security breaks us up before he can retaliate.
"Gentlemen, if you can't behave yourself you're going to have to leave. I don't think you want that Mr. Fleetwood because I came out here to get you because your wife is starting to wake up and we thought you might want to be there." The nurse tells me and I immediately bound off to Stevie's room.
I pull up a chair and grab her hand and wait anxiously as I see her eyes flutter. They finally open and she looks around, having no idea where she is. She finally spots me and starts to smile but then her eyes go flat and she jerks her hand away from me.
"Baby, you're up. You scared us so badly, how could you think of taking yourself away from us? How would we survive without you?" I say and she mumbles something.
"What?" I ask.
"Get out. Get out now. I don't have anything to say to you and I don't want to see you." She says.
"No, baby please, don't be this way."
"Mick." She says and her voice is deadly, "get the fuck out of my room. I don't want to see you. I don't want to be near you. Get out of here before I call security. I'm not fucking joking." She says. I look at her and give her a sad nod. The nurse enters in after me and gives me a stern look. I slowly make my way out to the waiting room, walking past Lindsey without a look. Then I hear the nurse.
"Mr. Buckingham?" She calls and Lindsey hops up.
"That's me." He says.
"You can go in now, she's asking for you."
That's the last thing I hear as I stomp out to my car. What the fuck is actually happening here?
