"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 125 - "Unjustified Refusal..."

Chapter 125 - "Unjustified Refusal..."

Clara's PoV

'I'm fine really. That was completely normal for me' John assured as he was handed a cup of tea. 'Could you just tell me how my daughter and my wife are?' John hummed desperate.

The truth was he was absolutely shattered now - but he couldn't and wouldn't even be able to go to sleep until he knew that everybody was okay.

'Sir you had a panic attack' Dr Brown hummed handing John some water.

'I do know. I suffer from bad anxiety but thanks for bringing it up. Certain things trigger it and being back here without my wife's support is not helping' he scoffed.

'Okay well Avia is okay. Just a little bruised and battered and a fractured foot but that's as serious as it gets for her' he smiled assuringly. 'We would like to have her out of here in a day or so' he assured.

'And Clara?'

'Were not sure but she's letting my nurses know she's in pain'

'And the baby?'

'We don't know yet. Priority number one was Clara. We'll organise a scan. We did however feel for ourselves the baby kicking as she came in' he informed John.

'The baby wasn't even kicking before she went on that trip and now it is?'

'Things can change in a small amount of time' he said.

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'Just stay still for us Clara. A shoulder fracture isn't something we can just deal with quickly'

'I need to see my daughter' I persisted as my arm was pretty much lying limp and refusing to cooperate with me. Every time I moved - it hurt like Fuck.

They and the giant fricken headache that was pulsing through the back, front and top of my head.

'Just stay still. We need to put your arm in a sling and then we take you in for the CT' the nurse hummed.

'I don't want an CT scan'

'You really need one Hun. You've been through a trauma. You need a CT and an x Ray' she explained.

I wasn't exactly thinking coherently and wasn't completely in the right state of mind after everything but I had spent enough time in hospitals in the last few months to know what I was talking about.

'I'm not having both. I'm not stupid. My daughter has been in hospital and being pregnant they wouldn't allow me to go to any of her scans. I'm not having this' I shouted.

'Clara with all do respect that would be because they wouldn't know what constant exposure of radiation would be like for the baby. There's no evidence to say that one scan will cause any harm?' The nurse tried desperately.

'I'm only having one. So you make up your mind on which one it has to be' I snapped. 'Ugh what do you want?' I groaned closing my eyes in pain so that I couldn't see John making his way through the door.

'Avia's fine by the way' he scoffed.

'I know. I saw her. Someone said she has a broken foot?'

'Correct' he smiled as someone started trying to come at me with needles and strips of paper and start stitching up my cheek.

I didn't even remember smacking my cheek. It was more of my head - but just let them do what they have to do considering I'm being difficult with everything else.

'What's the damage?' John asked the doctor.

I couldn't remember what his name was but in not sure if that was the concussion I definitely had or of it was just that I wasn't listening. Either that or I couldn't be bothered to remember.

'She's okay. We think fractured and dislocates her shoulder. We're most likely going to have to localise her for that but we can't do anything without a CT and x Ray. We need to ensure that there's only concussion and assure that the drain is doing its job'

'So do it?'

'She won't have a scan, she's worried about the radiation and damage to the baby but I personally see no risk myself' he shrugged.

'Clara don't be an idiot' John scoffed.

'Don't call me that' I growled.

'How can I not? You've got to have these scans' he instructed. 'As your husband and father of your child in pulling rank'

'With all do respect she doesn't have to do anything--'

'Your really not helping the case here' John snapped cutting him off to talk some sense into me.

'Is Avia really okay?' I asked.

'She's fine. Clean break and a broken rib. You have probably broken more ribs than her' he laughed sitting on the side of my bed and running his thumb across my forehead.

The minute he sat down and moved the bed I felt sick, so it didn't surprise me that seconds after he had sat down I was projectile vomiting over his nice turtle neck jumper appropriate for the weather.

'John I feel sick' I splurged to late for him to miss the fire, but he managed to jump up and get me a brown bowl to puke in for now. 'Im so sorry' I spluttered.

'Its okay' he grumbled patting down his jumper but I felt quite faint now.

I briefly recall a doctor shining a torch in my eyes and feeling the pulse in my wrist before I passed out for 10 seconds.

'She's definitely got a concussion. Clara sweetheart its no longer your choice it's a matter of life or death. We're going to take you for a scan now' he explained.

I tried and wanted to fight against it but quite frankly I was exhausted and couldn't fight it so just went to sleep when some useful drugs were administered.

- - -

John was biting his thumbnails in anticipation of what was going to be said to him.

He had, had a lot thrown on his plate at him and still didn't really know if Clara was okay it if the baby was okay.

It was just a waiting game.