Lies, Lies, Lies

12

Once again. Gaga wished she could commit murder.
-'What the fucking HELL are you talking about?', Gaga shot up from her chair, the nurse held her back, -'Not here, come on-', -'Liz, you better get your fucking ass out of here before I break your damn skull', Gaga tried to act tough but in reality, she was shaking internally. She has had her suspicions about Mark maybe cheating but those had been gone for a while. They just returned. It was like a very very cruel dejavú.
Gaga ordered some tea and biscuits from the cafeteria below to calm her nerves. She was attacking because she was scared. Like a cornered cat.

A nice younger nurse entered the room and laid a tray with Gaga's order on it, -'Thank you so much', she managed to smile gratefully. The woman returned the grin, -'Is he okay?' She asked with concern, -'Yes, he will be', the girl nodded -'Bye' she whispered before exiting the room.
Now Gaga's head was like a tornado. What IF she was really pregnant? And if she was....what IF the father was Mark? Gianluca and Noa would have a half sibling. Mark would have to pay for Liz's silence. And child support after that. -'I will not fucking allow it' she mumbled to herself.  Maybe she should just wait for her husband to wake up and ASK HIM.

Mark Ronson tried to open his eyes. A bright light shone above him. "'Maybe I'm dead" he thought. Those ideas quickly went away when he heard his wife's husky voice calling his name. She sounded...different.

Gaga leaned over Mark, her blonde silky hair fell on his face so she clipped it up, then examining her loved one very carefully, -'Mark. Babe. You up?', Mark pulled a deep breath in and nodded, -'Yeah, sure', Gaga nodded, -'I called your doctor, he's coming. How are you?', Mark waved a hand in front of her, -'Just give me a second'; Gaga just wanted to confront him right away but he wasn't really on Earth still so she let him have some minutes to recover.
The doctor came in the hospital room while Gaga talked on the phone with Anne.

-'Spiked drink?' Mark tried to recall recent events. -'...Yes, I did got a drink from someone. I remember  g favorite aloe drink', -'And who delivered it to you? Maybe that's what contained the drug', -'My client. But she couldn't possibly-', -'...Listen, I understand privacy is a big thing for you guys, but we have to-', -'Absolutely fucking not. No cops. No investigation. Just make me better and get me home please'.

Gaga closed the call and went to hold marks hand, -'Babe, what did they tell you?', -'Wrll they cleaned my stomach and told me they would release me once the concussion was completely gone', -'...Okay. How do you feel now', -'Better. They gave me pain relief meds', -'Great....you hungry?', -'No. stop worrying baby I'm fine', Gaga frowned, -'How the fuck could I not worry' she whispered while rolling her eyes.
Two hours later, Gaga looked up from her book. She removed her reading glasses and squinted at her husband who was sending emails to his label. Her green eyes shone under the white light. Her skin glowed like pearls. Her heavy and tired eyelids were dark and swollen from the crying and lack of sleep. Still she managed to look fantastic. She figured it was time to talk to her husband about some things.
-'Babe' she called with a  weak voice, -'Yes?', Gaga set her book aside and sighed deeply, she rubbed her eyes and bit her lip, -'I have something to talk to you about', Mark perked up, -'What is it? You ok?', -'Yes. It's about you and Liz', Mark groaned, -'what is it babe', -'She came in here. While you still slept. Made a scene. You know what the said?', -'What', -'she technically said she's pregnant and you're the father of the baby' Gaga raised her sharp dark eyebrow and squinted even more. Mark knew that look. She was ready to go off. Like a bomb in its last seconds before the blast.
-'Stefani, I swear on the lives of our children, I have never gone near that woman'.