One Shots

Sitkolson (2)

The drama continues. This happy ending is for superbatwar

There was something oddly calming about the sound of oxygen being pumped into my lungs. The constant hiss as I was forced to breathe in and out managed to fog my mind over just enough to paint an illusion of peace amongst the chaos.

"Ricky?" My husband sounded as if he were underwater. The thought brought a smile to my face, remembering the times we used to take the boys over to the pool and made faces at them in the clear water.

"Baby, please wake up, I need you." His warm lips gently grazed over mine, and I felt a single tear drop from his eyelash and splash against my chapped lips. "I can't be a single Dad, Ricky. Please don't leave me."

My eyes flickered open, and I squinted up at my beautiful husband. "Ry?" He gasped and hugged me so tight I felt all of the breath leave my lungs. "I'm so sorry, baby." He kissed my forehead, since my mouth was covered with a breathing mask. "I should have been paying more attention to you. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I-" I ripped the mask off and shut him up with my lips.

His kiss held everything I needed to survive.

I pulled away with a weak smile, and my worried husband helped me put the mask back on. "The doctor says your lungs almost collapsed, between the panic attack and their weakened state from your constant smoking, I almost lost you." His voice cracked, and I carefully entwined our fingers, giving his hand a squeeze for support.

"Is Seth okay?" Ryan's eyes darted to the window to avoid my gaze. I squeezed his hand again, desperate to know the well-being of my son. He sighed and ran the hand that wasn't tangled with mine through his hair, roughly shoving back the dark strands that had fallen into his face.

"The second you blacked out, Seth went crazy." He gulped. "He kept screaming at the nurses not to take you away from him, and when they tried to wheel the bed through the ER doors he attacked them. Some paramedics sedated him before he could do much damage, but it was still a hellish situation."

Ryan bent forward and kissed the place where my neck connected to my shoulder, and a shudder ran down my spine.

"The doctors need to do a mental evaluation before he can be released." I nodded in understanding. It's been obvious from the moment he could talk that Seth had a few issues, but up until recently Ryan and I had been working together to help him function normally. We tried to channel his aggression towards sports, at which he always excelled. We made sure he always had an adult to talk to when he got riled up. Hell, at one point Ryan and I had bought him special headphones to put on at school so that he could escape from the stress of the classroom if he felt like he needed it. We had done everything, up until the miscarriage.

"He's gonna be alright, baby. Don't cry." Ryan cooed, wiping the tears as they slid down my cheeks. "We're going to get him the help he needs. Don't you worry, baby." I nodded, curling into his side as much as possible with all of the medical tubing protruding from my body.

I curled my fingers in the hairs that crept out from behind his neck. "I miss my babies." Ryan rubbed my back with a sigh. "I know, love."

There was a knock on the wall, and Ryan pulled away from me to give the doctor room to check up on me.

"It's good to see you're awake." She smiled as she wrote a few things down on her clipboard. "How much have you been smoking?" I shrugged. "I smoke whenever I feel anxious." My husband bit his lip. "You spent almost two hundred dollars on cigarettes last month, Rick."

I flinched. It never felt like I was spending that much on smokes. It was still cheaper than therapy, right?

"Obviously, quitting is the best thing for you to do, but I know that it isn't easy." She sat down in the chair next to Ryan and crossed her legs. "I'm prescribing you a stronger round of anti-depressants, but those won't do anything if you don't take them." She gave me a pointed look. "I think you have a million different reasons to get better; you have a lovely husband, two passionate young sons, and an entire gang of friends and family that are crowded in the waiting room to get a chance to see you. Don't be afraid to ask for help, sweetheart, it doesn't make you weak, it makes you human."