Song to Sing Chapter Eleven!!!!
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Song to Sing (11/??)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Zac / OFC: Olivia
Genre: Love / Romance / AU
Rating: PG
P.O.V.: first person, switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Notes: This is written for the Hanfic Genre Challenge
Other Notes: Sequel to Collide
Word Count: 2,206
Warning: contains lots of vomit.
Previous Chapters
Summary: After The Walk Tour ‘08, Olivia and the rest of Late Night Romance move down to Tulsa so Olivia can be with Zac. After entering her second trimester, there’s a tragic loss that sends Olivia in to a devastating depression that puts a huge strain on her relationship with Zac. Will they be able to overcome this hardship or will it destroy them?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
OLIVIA’S POV
It’s been weeks since Zac came to my house and sang that song for me. I’ve been struggling with my confusion and maybe, just maybe, I want him to suffer a little waiting around for me to call on him like I’d been waiting. But right now, that’s none of my concern as I’m leaning over the toilet, vomiting violently. There’s a knock on the door, but I can’t answer because I’m gagging over the bathroom fixture. “Liv? You okay in there?” Aaron asks. When I don’t answer and keep puking, he knocks again. “Liv? Are you okay?” Still not answering, the bassists walks in to the bathroom.
When he sees me hunched over the toilet, he rushes to my side and kneels down behind me, holding my hair back. As he does this, my stomach unclenches and I take a few deep breaths. When I’m sure the violence has passed, I sit back and lean in to my best friend’s chest. “Are you okay?” he asks. I shake my head weakly, scared that if I open my mouth I’ll get sick again. “You’ve been in here for quite a while. Have you been throwing up this whole time?” I nod. “Jesus Christ, Olivia! I think you need to go to the doctor’s.”
“No,” I state firmly. “I’m fine. I probably just have a stomach bug or something. I’ll be okay.” As I go to stand up, another wave of nausea hits me and I throw myself over the toilet again as I begin to dry heave. There’s just nothing left in my stomach except acid, I’ve thrown everything up already.
“Oh my god, Olivia, how long have you been puking bile?” Aaron asks. I shrug as I continue to gag and heave. “I don’t care what you say, I’m taking you to the hospital.” Aaron leaves me for a moment and comes back with a bucket, a plastic shopping bag lining the inside of it. “Easier clean up,” he explains. Then he helps me get some shoes on and almost has to carry me out to the car.
I lean the car seat back all the way because being able to see out the windows is making me feel worse. Staring up at the ceiling isn’t so bad. Mostly I just lay there with my arm thrown over my eyes as Aaron drives slowly, trying not to jostle me too much for fear that it’ll get me dry heaving again.
When we get to the ER Aaron once again has to practically carry me in and over to the check-in window. The nurse takes one look at me and ushers us back to a room without even asking any questions. She hooks me up to a saline drip, takes my temperature and measures my blood pressure. Everything’s normal. When it comes time to answer her questions, I open my mouth but my stomach clenches and I clutch my bucket to me, heaving in to it. Aaron speaks for me. “She’s been vomiting like this for an hour. It’s to the point there’s nothing left in her stomach, it’s just acid coming up.” The nurse nods and asks when the first day of my last period was but I can’t answer and Aaron has no clue. When she asks if I could be pregnant the cogs in my head whir to life and I realize that, yes, I could be.
“Possibly,” I whisper.
The nurse nods again and gets me a specimen cup. “Do you think you can take this to the bathroom and give me a sample?” she asks.
“Only if someone takes me,” I answer. “I don’t think I can get there on my own.”
“That’s fine,” she says. Then she takes my IV down off the hook and helps me to the adjoining bathroom where I manage to squeeze out a tiny sample of urine for her. When she gets me back on to the gurney she tells me, “This test won’t take too long. We should know soon.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“For now though, I’m going to give you an injection in your IV to help with the vomiting. It’s okay to use while pregnant so if you are, the baby won’t be in any danger.” All I can do is nod as she gives me the shot then leaves.
Aaron climbs up on the gurney with me, wrapping his arms around me and petting my sweaty hair. “How are you feeling? Is the medicine working yet?” he asks.
“Maybe a little,” I answer.
“Do you really think you could be pregnant?”
I chew on my bottom lip and look at my best friend. “I’m on birth control,” I tell him. “But we didn’t use a back up method so there’s a one percent chance since the pill is only ninety-nine percent effective.”
“Wow,” Aaron murmurs. “What are you going to do if you are?”
I shrug. “I’ll have to tell Zac I guess. I mean, what else can I do?” Aaron nods and we both fall silent.
After a while the nurse comes back with a doctor. “You must be Olivia,” he says as he washes his hands in the nearby sink. “I’m Dr. Lake.”
“So… Am I pregnant?” I ask, my forehead wrinkling in concern.
Dr. Lake looks at my chart a moment then smiles at me. “Yes, you are indeed pregnant.”
My eyes begin to water and I rub my forehead with the pads of my fingers. “Shit,” I mutter.
“I take it this isn’t a good thing?” the doctor asks with a raised brow.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” I take a deep breath. “It’s kind of complicated,” I tell him. Then I give him a summary of what had happened between Zac and I, the loss of the baby, breaking up, our one time together and him coming back to sing for me. The doctor nods and hmm’s in all the right places.
“I see,” he says. Then he looks at Aaron. “And may I ask who you may be?”
Surprised, Aaron replies, “I’m Aaron. Roommate, best friend and band mate. And the guy that made Zac give up on their relationship.” His face turns guilty with his last sentence and I can’t help reaching over and squeezing his hand.
“I see,” Dr. Lake says again.
“Doc, when do you think I’ll get better?” I ask him. “I mean, I can’t be heaving this badly all the time. It can’t be good for me or the baby.”
“No, it definitely isn’t,” he responds. “I’m going to give you some anti-nausea pills that are safe for pregnant women. That’s basically what it was made for in the first place. But for right now, I want to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are and to make sure everything’s okay in there.” I can only nod.
Dr. Lake and the nurse set up and then it’s time for the ultrasound. The doctor squirts heated gel on my belly and presses the wand to my skin. He moves it around until he finds what he’s looking for. Then he turns the screen to me. “This is the baby,” he says pointing to a little bean shaped smudge on the screen. “And this is it’s heart beat.” He turns the sound up on the ultrasound machine and a rhythmic thump-thump-thump plays from the speakers. My eyes water and tears fall down my cheeks.
I look to my left to find the same thing happening to my best friend. “Aaron?” I murmur.
He wipes his face on his sleeve and looks at me with a watery smile. “Wow,” is all he says and I nod.
I turn back to Dr. Lake. “So um, do I get to have some pictures?” I ask.
The doctor grins widely. “Better,” he says. “You get a DVD so you can even hear the heart beat.”
“Really?” I squeak.
The older man chuckles. “Yes, really. Do you want two copies?”
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
After looking around a little more, he burns the DVDs. Then he wipes the mess of gel off of my abdomen and says, “It looks to me like you’re five weeks along.”
I make a face. “But it was less than five weeks ago that Zac and I… ya know.”
The doctor nods. “Yes, but we count gestation by the end of your last period. Does five weeks seem right to you?”
I nod. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
He hands me the DVDs and a prescription slip. “As far as activity level goes, do whatever feels good,” he tells me. “But don’t put a ton of stress on your body. Also try to stay relaxed. Don’t do anything that’s going to stress you out too much. We don’t want a repeat of last time. You should make an appointment right away with your OB as I imagine they will consider this high risk because of your previous miscarriage.”
I nod. “Okay, thanks, Doc.”
“Oh, and don’t forget to fill that prescription.”
I chuckle lightly. “No need to worry about that,” I tell him. “There’s no way I could forget these magic pills.” Dr. Lake grins at me and leaves the room. Then the nurse has me sign my discharge papers and Aaron and I leave, hand-in-hand.
After getting my prescription filled, Aaron takes me back to our house where I get in to my car and head towards Zac’s house. I know what I need to do. He’s my soul mate and I can’t risk losing him again. Especially now that I know we’re going to have a child together. But I’m scared he won’t be too happy about this. I’m not sure why since he was so excited about the first one and so completely devastated when we lost it. I guess I’m just nervous.
Once at Zac’s house, I step up to the door and knock loudly. When Zac opens the door, he looks a mess and reeks of alcohol. “Oh, Zac,” I murmur, pushing him in to the house. “What have I done to you?”
“Hey, Livvie,” Zac slurs. “What… what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to take care of you,” I tell him. I help him to his bedroom and lay him down. Then I go back to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I grab a water bottle from the fridge and aspirin from the bathroom. “Come on, Zac,” I say. “You need to sit up and take these pills.”
“O… okay,” he stutters. When he sits up he groans. “Spinning.”
“Take these pills and you can lay back down,” I tell him. “Drink all the water too.” Zac does as he’s told, then lays down, curling in to a ball.
“My tummy doesn’t feel so good,” he states, sounding just like a three year old.
“I know, baby,” I murmur, stroking his hair gently. We sit in silence until the coffee pot beeps, alerting me to the full pot. “Stay right here,” I tell Zac quietly. “I’ll be right back.” He nods, his eyes closed. I make my way back to the kitchen and pour him a mug of the dark brew. I don’t add any sugar or cream, knowing it’ll just upset his stomach. Then I hurry back to his room.
“Hey, baby,” I coo, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Livvie,” Zac whispers.
“I’m right here. Do you want some coffee?” The younger man nods. “Sit up then.” He slowly sits up and takes the mug in his hands, blowing on it before taking a sip.
He makes a face. “What? No cream or sugar?”
“It’ll make you feel worse,” I explain. He gives a short nod and sips some more of his hot drink. He gets about half of it down before he goes running to the master bath. I go with him and hold his hair back.
When he’s done emptying the contents of his stomach in to the porcelain bowl I ask him if he wants to go back to his bed. He slumps against the side of the tub and shakes his head. I nod, getting up to grab a face cloth and wet it with cool water. Then I sit back down beside my ailing ex and place the cool cloth on the back of his neck. “How does that feel?” I ask.
“S’good,” he murmurs, eyes closed. I brush his hair back from his face and wipe it down with the cool face cloth making Zac hum appreciatively. He vomits twice more before he feels good enough to go back to his bed.
I pull the covers back and he slips between the sheets. “I’ll be right back,” I murmur. He nods gently. I go back to the bathroom to re-wet the cloth.
I kick off my shoes before climbing up on the bed next to the sick drummer. I fold the wash cloth up and place it on his forehead. He moans quietly. “Thanks.”
“It’s no problem,” I tell him. “Now you just rest.” I lean down and kiss his cheek. “Sleep well.” It’s only a few moments later that his breathing evens out and light snores escape him.
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Stay Tuned for Chapter 12!
Comments and ConCrit are greatly appreciated.
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Zac / OFC: Olivia
Genre: Love / Romance / AU
Rating: PG
P.O.V.: first person, switches back and forth but is clearly marked.
Notes: This is written for the Hanfic Genre Challenge
Other Notes: Sequel to Collide
Word Count: 2,206
Warning: contains lots of vomit.
Previous Chapters
Summary: After The Walk Tour ‘08, Olivia and the rest of Late Night Romance move down to Tulsa so Olivia can be with Zac. After entering her second trimester, there’s a tragic loss that sends Olivia in to a devastating depression that puts a huge strain on her relationship with Zac. Will they be able to overcome this hardship or will it destroy them?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
OLIVIA’S POV
It’s been weeks since Zac came to my house and sang that song for me. I’ve been struggling with my confusion and maybe, just maybe, I want him to suffer a little waiting around for me to call on him like I’d been waiting. But right now, that’s none of my concern as I’m leaning over the toilet, vomiting violently. There’s a knock on the door, but I can’t answer because I’m gagging over the bathroom fixture. “Liv? You okay in there?” Aaron asks. When I don’t answer and keep puking, he knocks again. “Liv? Are you okay?” Still not answering, the bassists walks in to the bathroom.
When he sees me hunched over the toilet, he rushes to my side and kneels down behind me, holding my hair back. As he does this, my stomach unclenches and I take a few deep breaths. When I’m sure the violence has passed, I sit back and lean in to my best friend’s chest. “Are you okay?” he asks. I shake my head weakly, scared that if I open my mouth I’ll get sick again. “You’ve been in here for quite a while. Have you been throwing up this whole time?” I nod. “Jesus Christ, Olivia! I think you need to go to the doctor’s.”
“No,” I state firmly. “I’m fine. I probably just have a stomach bug or something. I’ll be okay.” As I go to stand up, another wave of nausea hits me and I throw myself over the toilet again as I begin to dry heave. There’s just nothing left in my stomach except acid, I’ve thrown everything up already.
“Oh my god, Olivia, how long have you been puking bile?” Aaron asks. I shrug as I continue to gag and heave. “I don’t care what you say, I’m taking you to the hospital.” Aaron leaves me for a moment and comes back with a bucket, a plastic shopping bag lining the inside of it. “Easier clean up,” he explains. Then he helps me get some shoes on and almost has to carry me out to the car.
I lean the car seat back all the way because being able to see out the windows is making me feel worse. Staring up at the ceiling isn’t so bad. Mostly I just lay there with my arm thrown over my eyes as Aaron drives slowly, trying not to jostle me too much for fear that it’ll get me dry heaving again.
When we get to the ER Aaron once again has to practically carry me in and over to the check-in window. The nurse takes one look at me and ushers us back to a room without even asking any questions. She hooks me up to a saline drip, takes my temperature and measures my blood pressure. Everything’s normal. When it comes time to answer her questions, I open my mouth but my stomach clenches and I clutch my bucket to me, heaving in to it. Aaron speaks for me. “She’s been vomiting like this for an hour. It’s to the point there’s nothing left in her stomach, it’s just acid coming up.” The nurse nods and asks when the first day of my last period was but I can’t answer and Aaron has no clue. When she asks if I could be pregnant the cogs in my head whir to life and I realize that, yes, I could be.
“Possibly,” I whisper.
The nurse nods again and gets me a specimen cup. “Do you think you can take this to the bathroom and give me a sample?” she asks.
“Only if someone takes me,” I answer. “I don’t think I can get there on my own.”
“That’s fine,” she says. Then she takes my IV down off the hook and helps me to the adjoining bathroom where I manage to squeeze out a tiny sample of urine for her. When she gets me back on to the gurney she tells me, “This test won’t take too long. We should know soon.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“For now though, I’m going to give you an injection in your IV to help with the vomiting. It’s okay to use while pregnant so if you are, the baby won’t be in any danger.” All I can do is nod as she gives me the shot then leaves.
Aaron climbs up on the gurney with me, wrapping his arms around me and petting my sweaty hair. “How are you feeling? Is the medicine working yet?” he asks.
“Maybe a little,” I answer.
“Do you really think you could be pregnant?”
I chew on my bottom lip and look at my best friend. “I’m on birth control,” I tell him. “But we didn’t use a back up method so there’s a one percent chance since the pill is only ninety-nine percent effective.”
“Wow,” Aaron murmurs. “What are you going to do if you are?”
I shrug. “I’ll have to tell Zac I guess. I mean, what else can I do?” Aaron nods and we both fall silent.
After a while the nurse comes back with a doctor. “You must be Olivia,” he says as he washes his hands in the nearby sink. “I’m Dr. Lake.”
“So… Am I pregnant?” I ask, my forehead wrinkling in concern.
Dr. Lake looks at my chart a moment then smiles at me. “Yes, you are indeed pregnant.”
My eyes begin to water and I rub my forehead with the pads of my fingers. “Shit,” I mutter.
“I take it this isn’t a good thing?” the doctor asks with a raised brow.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” I take a deep breath. “It’s kind of complicated,” I tell him. Then I give him a summary of what had happened between Zac and I, the loss of the baby, breaking up, our one time together and him coming back to sing for me. The doctor nods and hmm’s in all the right places.
“I see,” he says. Then he looks at Aaron. “And may I ask who you may be?”
Surprised, Aaron replies, “I’m Aaron. Roommate, best friend and band mate. And the guy that made Zac give up on their relationship.” His face turns guilty with his last sentence and I can’t help reaching over and squeezing his hand.
“I see,” Dr. Lake says again.
“Doc, when do you think I’ll get better?” I ask him. “I mean, I can’t be heaving this badly all the time. It can’t be good for me or the baby.”
“No, it definitely isn’t,” he responds. “I’m going to give you some anti-nausea pills that are safe for pregnant women. That’s basically what it was made for in the first place. But for right now, I want to do an ultrasound to see how far along you are and to make sure everything’s okay in there.” I can only nod.
Dr. Lake and the nurse set up and then it’s time for the ultrasound. The doctor squirts heated gel on my belly and presses the wand to my skin. He moves it around until he finds what he’s looking for. Then he turns the screen to me. “This is the baby,” he says pointing to a little bean shaped smudge on the screen. “And this is it’s heart beat.” He turns the sound up on the ultrasound machine and a rhythmic thump-thump-thump plays from the speakers. My eyes water and tears fall down my cheeks.
I look to my left to find the same thing happening to my best friend. “Aaron?” I murmur.
He wipes his face on his sleeve and looks at me with a watery smile. “Wow,” is all he says and I nod.
I turn back to Dr. Lake. “So um, do I get to have some pictures?” I ask.
The doctor grins widely. “Better,” he says. “You get a DVD so you can even hear the heart beat.”
“Really?” I squeak.
The older man chuckles. “Yes, really. Do you want two copies?”
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
After looking around a little more, he burns the DVDs. Then he wipes the mess of gel off of my abdomen and says, “It looks to me like you’re five weeks along.”
I make a face. “But it was less than five weeks ago that Zac and I… ya know.”
The doctor nods. “Yes, but we count gestation by the end of your last period. Does five weeks seem right to you?”
I nod. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
He hands me the DVDs and a prescription slip. “As far as activity level goes, do whatever feels good,” he tells me. “But don’t put a ton of stress on your body. Also try to stay relaxed. Don’t do anything that’s going to stress you out too much. We don’t want a repeat of last time. You should make an appointment right away with your OB as I imagine they will consider this high risk because of your previous miscarriage.”
I nod. “Okay, thanks, Doc.”
“Oh, and don’t forget to fill that prescription.”
I chuckle lightly. “No need to worry about that,” I tell him. “There’s no way I could forget these magic pills.” Dr. Lake grins at me and leaves the room. Then the nurse has me sign my discharge papers and Aaron and I leave, hand-in-hand.
After getting my prescription filled, Aaron takes me back to our house where I get in to my car and head towards Zac’s house. I know what I need to do. He’s my soul mate and I can’t risk losing him again. Especially now that I know we’re going to have a child together. But I’m scared he won’t be too happy about this. I’m not sure why since he was so excited about the first one and so completely devastated when we lost it. I guess I’m just nervous.
Once at Zac’s house, I step up to the door and knock loudly. When Zac opens the door, he looks a mess and reeks of alcohol. “Oh, Zac,” I murmur, pushing him in to the house. “What have I done to you?”
“Hey, Livvie,” Zac slurs. “What… what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to take care of you,” I tell him. I help him to his bedroom and lay him down. Then I go back to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I grab a water bottle from the fridge and aspirin from the bathroom. “Come on, Zac,” I say. “You need to sit up and take these pills.”
“O… okay,” he stutters. When he sits up he groans. “Spinning.”
“Take these pills and you can lay back down,” I tell him. “Drink all the water too.” Zac does as he’s told, then lays down, curling in to a ball.
“My tummy doesn’t feel so good,” he states, sounding just like a three year old.
“I know, baby,” I murmur, stroking his hair gently. We sit in silence until the coffee pot beeps, alerting me to the full pot. “Stay right here,” I tell Zac quietly. “I’ll be right back.” He nods, his eyes closed. I make my way back to the kitchen and pour him a mug of the dark brew. I don’t add any sugar or cream, knowing it’ll just upset his stomach. Then I hurry back to his room.
“Hey, baby,” I coo, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Livvie,” Zac whispers.
“I’m right here. Do you want some coffee?” The younger man nods. “Sit up then.” He slowly sits up and takes the mug in his hands, blowing on it before taking a sip.
He makes a face. “What? No cream or sugar?”
“It’ll make you feel worse,” I explain. He gives a short nod and sips some more of his hot drink. He gets about half of it down before he goes running to the master bath. I go with him and hold his hair back.
When he’s done emptying the contents of his stomach in to the porcelain bowl I ask him if he wants to go back to his bed. He slumps against the side of the tub and shakes his head. I nod, getting up to grab a face cloth and wet it with cool water. Then I sit back down beside my ailing ex and place the cool cloth on the back of his neck. “How does that feel?” I ask.
“S’good,” he murmurs, eyes closed. I brush his hair back from his face and wipe it down with the cool face cloth making Zac hum appreciatively. He vomits twice more before he feels good enough to go back to his bed.
I pull the covers back and he slips between the sheets. “I’ll be right back,” I murmur. He nods gently. I go back to the bathroom to re-wet the cloth.
I kick off my shoes before climbing up on the bed next to the sick drummer. I fold the wash cloth up and place it on his forehead. He moans quietly. “Thanks.”
“It’s no problem,” I tell him. “Now you just rest.” I lean down and kiss his cheek. “Sleep well.” It’s only a few moments later that his breathing evens out and light snores escape him.
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Stay Tuned for Chapter 12!
Comments and ConCrit are greatly appreciated.
