first i could hear the rhythmic beeping from a machine, and then im aware of the smell. like bleach and other chemicals. and then i open my eyes and immediately close them.
"what the fuck." i groan. then i hear rustling.
"Maria?" i hear, and then i open my eyes again.
"why is it so bright" i complain as my eyes adjust to the light. "Murray?"
"yeah, its me. a-are you okay, do you need a nurse?"
"no im fine, leave me alone. why the fuck am i in a hospi- oh." i remember the events that happened before i blacked out. "how long?"
"two days."
"shit. where's Alexei? also, did you stop the bad guys?" i ask, sitting up.
"uh, yeah, yeah we stopped the bad guys." he answered my second question.
"Murray, where's Alexei?" i ask again, slightly panicked.
"they wouldn't let him in while you were asleep since he's not a relative."
"you seriously could have just told them he's my husband or some shit."
"i didnt think of that." he replied.
i rolled my eyes, and Murray went to go get Alexei.
a few seconds later, Alexei burst in the room, "Maria?"
"heyyyy." i said, reaching my arms out, wanting a hug.
Alexei ran over and embraced me. "я думал ты умер."
"ты не можешь избавиться от меня так легко." i said, smiling at him.
all of a sudden a nurse walked in, "ma'am, i'm glad to see you awake. we can let you go today, but i must warn you, there are multiple reporters outside the building who want to talk to you."
"what? why?" i asked.
"they know that it was a Russian who shot you, and they want it for a story."
"huh." i said, and then the nurse took out my IV drip, and Murray gave me a change of clothes, a t-shirt and jeans. i changed in the bathroom and as soon as i came out, Murray told me to get in a wheelchair, which i would have to use for a few days to allow my hip to heal.
as soon as we walked out of the hospital dozens of reporters were in my face. i quickly became overwhelmed.
"get the fuck out of my face before i sue all of you! damn!" i screeched, and they quieted down. "i just woke up like, an 30 minutes ago, so if you could all just pack up your shit and go home, ill call one of you in a few days with the story. just give Murray your cards. Alexei," i motioned for him to bring me to the car.
i could hear the commotion behind me, but i was just glad to be out of it. i sighed as Alexei helped me into the seat behind the driver, and then he put my wheelchair in the back.
Murray got back and muttered an "i hate you" before handing me, like, 14 business cards.
"love you, too. thank you for dealing with those asshats, i probably would have killed someone if i didnt get out of there."
"Я рад, что ты в порядке." Alexei said with a smile.
"я тоже." i smiled back at him.
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я думал ты умер- i thought you died
ты не можешь избавиться от меня так легко.- you cant get rid of me that easily.
Я рад, что ты в порядке.- im glad you're okay
я тоже.- me too.
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Fanfiction"what the hell are you doing here?" "didn't you get my voicemail?" |alexei x oc| |started 7/12/19| |finished 9/9/19|