Too Late

Too Late Part 17.5

A/N: I mean since I'm at it... 

Sang:

For some reason he was a calming force for her. Under normal circumstances she would be a mess of redness and nervousness but not today. No, right now he was exactly what she needed. Calm, steady, and all put together. Mr. Blackbourne was not only her challenge but her answer.

"Here drink this," he passed her a plastic pink cup full of water at her bedside table. After taking a large enough sip that she believed would appease him she removed the cup from her lips.

I wonder if he knows yet.

Of course he knew she was injured, one look at him and the fact that he was there told her that much. But she hadn't said the words yet, she hadn't confirmed their worst fears.

I didn't even tell them who did this, but how do I even tell them?
Every time she thought about his face she felt sick, her body would go stiff. How could she explain to them what happened?

Would they push me to explain? 

The thought made her take a sharp breath in, No. They wouldn't do that to me.

She felt him squeeze her hand but she didn't have much time to think about it before she heard a brisk knock at the door. An older woman with natural blonde hair and a kind face walked in the door wearing a doctor's coat.

Oh no.

Sang's heart dropped. She knew this would come, she was just hoping to delay it for a while.

"Hi I'm Dr. Mears. I got a page from Dr. Green to check you?"

Her words came out sweet and Mr. Blackbourne didn't seem surprised to see her. Instead he nodded and turned his attention to Sang. "Are you okay with this Ms. Sorenson? Dr. Green wanted to make sure that...well..." he stammered trying to find the right words.

Dr. Green's just trying to make sure I'm okay. Nothing bad is going to happen.

Sang quickly nodded and Mr. Blackbourne grabbed a wheelchair at the end of the room. Sang's gaze focused on the woman. Her petite stature and reassuring smile confirmed that she was in good hands. Dr. Green would never steer her wrong.

If I have an infection or something down there it's better to know now.

Owen helped her into the wheelchair and started rolling her down to the elevator. She took a deep breath.

Trust your family.

She only hoped that she could trust them enough.

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Owen:

"Will you be joining us?" Dr. Mears voice rang out sweetly as he pushed Sang into the room. He could visibly see Sang stiffen beneath him. She didn't want to be alone for this.

Not a chance in hell I'm leaving her now.

He shook his head and began helping her onto the bed, while the doctor began getting her gloves and other materials. Mr. Blackbourne moved to her side and held her hand as she squeezed it.

She doesn't want to do this.

He wasn't surprised. Who would want to do this? No, she was being a trooper for them, trying to put on a brave face on when she didn't have to. But she needed this. They had to make sure, if there was any infection or harsh damage it could affect her for the rest of her life if they didn't get it treated.

"Sang I'm gonna slip off your underwear, is that okay?" Her tone was light but professional.

Sang nodded and didn't seem scared of the woman touching her, this was good. 

I guess it was a good call on paging a female doctor.  Sang's eyes met his own as they locked eyes. He was sending her messages through his looks.

It's okay. Your doing great. I'm right here, nothing bad is going to happen.

He squeezed her hand a little and she relaxed a bit. "Alright now I'm going to need you to put your feet up in these stirrups for me." Owen's eyes never left her face. He'd never been so proud of her.

She's so brave. She's been through so much and she's doing this.

"This will feel a little cold." Sang's eyes locked again with Owens.

She could have refused but she didn't. She trying.

She squeezed her yes shut and jolted a little, probably feeling the instrument he assumed.

Maybe I can help.

"You know Ms. Sorenson." He squeezed her hand again and her eyes opened to his.

"I don't think I ever got around to asking you how you managed to slide so gracefully across my car that one day." Her eyes lit up.

Perfect.

A very small smile started to form across her lips as she recounted the memory but Owen only continued on.

"I mean yes I know it was quite a while ago, but really what an intense water gun fight I was able to view. I would never have imagined that you would be sliding across the hood of my car." He smiled at the memory. He'd never been so flabbergasted before. Sure, the boys had their antics but seeing Sang Sorenson fly over his car and make the shot was not a something he'd ever guess would happen.

God she looked so panicked when she realized she sprayed him. He'd never seen anything cuter than the blush that fell on her cheeks.

Her smiled grew and he could tell she was trying to focus on him, instead of what else was happening so he continued.

"You seemed like a stealth ninja. Who would have thought?" He smiled down at her.

"You hold so many hidden talents I can't even believe it sometimes." She started to move her body slightly in discomfort."

Keep her occupied, this is how you help her now.

"That nose of yours is something else." She bit her lip at a slight pain

Damn it what distracts her the most?

"After seeing it in action and getting the reports from the other's I'm still amazed by it. But now I'm curious to know."

I know.

He leaned his head down closer to hers, "What do I smell like to you Ms. Sorenson?"

Proximity.

Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes bore into his. She was completely focused on him. After blinking a few times she finally managed to blurt it out. "Spring soap." Owen smiled slightly.

Good to know.

Dr. Mears rolled back and started taking off her gloves. Sang's sigh of relief was audible but she wasn't the only one glad for it to be over. He had to admit he was eager to hear the news and for Ms. Sorenson's discomfort to be over. He was hoping for good news, well as good as it could be, but was preparing for the worst as well. If she needed surgery, or stitches, or bed rest or any medications. He and his family could handle it, he knew they could. He'd thought of everything.

"You'll need to take a pregnancy test in a few days". Owen's heart dropped to the floor.

Pregnancy Test?

Well maybe not everything.

A/N: Alright so since last one was a snippet, let's just say this is a continuation of it and that is why it's a .5 chapter . Again, I know don't shoot me. It's not a "big giant dramatic" one. But I thought it was sweet and it's all apart of the process of getting to the bigger parts. I hope you thoroughly enjoy, especially all you Owen fans out there ;)

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