SUBMIT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK TWO) WATTYS2020

The prognosis

     I flex my toes and hiss as a sting passes through them.

"How does it feel?" Trisha my nurse asks as she looks up at me.

"It stings a little but it's manageable," I state giving her a small smile.

"Good," she states with a smile standing up from her sitting position.

"You have a knack for getting into trouble don't you?" She jokes as she sits on the bed beside me.

"I guess so," I shrug pulling at the partially ripped dress I am in.

"It seems so," Trisha says softly as she looks at me sympathetically. "Okay let me see your hand."

Trisha hops off the patient's table before standing in front of me with an outstretched hand.

I look up at her with puffy eyes and she frowns before embracing me. I wrap my hands around her, crying as the weight on my chest threatens to suffocate me. The pain I feel, knowing I placed my best friend and baby in danger, knowing I placed my babies in danger and shot–

"It's okay Izzy," Trisha coos as she rubs my back.

Originally, Trisha wasn't supposed to be in this section of the hospital but when she was carrying a file over to front desk she saw me and took me as her patient without another thought. She's been with me for the last couple minutes cleaning me up.

The blood on my face, arms and hands is gone. She administered some cream for the swelling on my cheek from Sam's hit and after consulting Dr Hyll –who gave the go ahead– helped me out of my cast.

I pull away from her stifling and she takes my injured hand unwrapping the makeshift bandage before looking at the wound.

The paramedics had gotten out the glass splinters and wrapped the wound before we arrived at the hospital but the bandage is now drenched in blood.

She grabs her products and tools before returning her attention to my hand and I wince as she pours alcohol on the wound.

"I'm sorry honey," she apologizes before using a cotton ball to clean up the area around the wound.

"So do I have to ask or are you going to tell me what happened?" Trisha asks looking up at me with warm eyes.

I sigh bowing my head before replying. "I was held hostage in my own room, my best friend knocked out, her unborn child maybe hurt and it's all because of me."

Tears prickle at my eyes as I remember the anguish that took me over as I watched them roll an unconscious Lexi into the back of the ambulance. There was yelling, hurried movements but the words 'I'm not hearing a heartbeat from the baby' punched me hard in the gut.

"I shot s-someone and it's all because of a suicidal transgender male that I slept with in the past when he was a she," I breathe out not caring whether Trisha would judge me or not.

"Well," she says as she wraps a bandage around my hand. "That's a lot to have on your chest dearie but I'll say this I'm sure the baby with be okay and so will your best friend and that person you shot was admitted so he's okay," she says and I sigh relieved. "He came in after you... Now you need to relax or your blood pressure will rise and that will not be good for your body."

I nod with a small smile wiping my tears before whispering a thanks.

"It's nothing hon," she says as she returns the stuff she used. "I'll be back soon. I have another patient to look after."

"It's fine," I state gesturing for her to go on.

Trisha nods picking up the pieces of the cast that was once moulded to my leg before walking towards the door.