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janicho88 · 4 years

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In This Together

Pic originally posted by jrackles

Pairing- Dean x Wife!Reader

Word count-9825

Summary-The reader hasn’t been feeling well and is afraid to go to a doctor, because of her medical history. One thing seems to lead to another, but she has her husband Dean to lean on. This is AU

Warnings- Sick reader, Little bit of language, A little angst, and maybe a little fluff, slight implied smut. Possible triggers talks of multiple surgeries some are a little descriptive, talk of possible loss of fertility, female problems.

A/N This is my first fic I have finished. I have had some things going on, I needed someone like Dean, this was the closest I could get to having him. It is unbeta’d all mistakes are mine. @winchest09 and @katehuntington you two are absolutely amazing!! Without you two, your virtual lockdowns and the people I met because of them, I never would have had the confidence to finish this let alone post it. Thank you!

You sighed as you rolled over in bed, time to get up and start another day. Although you were hoping today was different. You were hoping the pain you had been having which couldn’t decide whether or not it wanted to be in your side or abdomen would actually be gone. Something that had just been in your head. You had felt a kind of off for the last 2 weeks but had kept that to yourself.

“Morning Sweetheart,” came from your husband of four years, as Dean walked back in your room fresh from the shower. A quick kiss good morning before he finished getting dressed and you headed to get yourself ready in the bathroom. Soon you were both out the door and off to work. Dean was a partner in his father’s mechanic business. It was doing well for him; he’d even added on auto parts store next door. You were running your family’s restaurants, your parents slowly cutting back on their day to day involvement, but not leaving entirely yet because you were going to need their help in the new year.

You enjoyed your mornings at work, for the first few hours it was just you preparing things for the day, your radio playing softly your only companion. It wasn’t long before your daytime employees came in and the lunch rush began you all working as a team everything going smoothly today. It was while working on clean up and the dinner prep, one of your workers, and your friend, Donna found you in a back corner with your hands on your right side. When she asked what was going on, you told her you were fine and went to finish the task you were working on. Before she left Donna passed by your office where she saw you inside with a look of pain on your face again, your ringing phone interrupted her from saying anything to you then.

Dean beat you home from work and was preparing hamburgers to grill when you walked in. You set your things down and met him in the kitchen for a kiss, “Hey Babe, how was your day?”

“Good. The new guy, Gabe, I was telling you about should work out well, might be a little bit of a smart ass. Benny seems to have taken him under his wing to show him the ropes. Those two will be interesting together. How were things at the restaurant today?”

“That’s great! I know with your Dad, and Bobby cutting back their time there you wanted at least one more person in. Work was fine, late lunch and steady afternoon which is why I’m later getting home.”

“How’s the foot doing? You’ve been on it more with working longer hours lately.”

“Okay, as good as it’s going to be for now.”

You two enjoyed a quiet dinner, then curled up on the couch to watch a movie before heading to bed. Dean noticed you didn’t eat much of your dinner, but he figured you were either tired or grabbed a snack at the restaurant.

Your next morning started off about the same both of you on your separate ways to work. It was afternoon when Donna saw you again with a grimace on your face and a hand on your side. A little while later she saw your running to the restroom where you threw up.

“Alright, spill Y/N. What is going on, you’ve been a little off lately?”

“Donna, I’m fine.”

“Bull, lady. Do I need to call Dean and ask him?”

“NO!” Your head went back, and your eyes closed as you thought about what you were going to say. You went with the truth, maybe she would tell you what you were hoping, it was nothing. “I’ve been having a sharp pain in my right side, sometimes it moves to the front and is in my abdomen. Every once in while it might go lower. It’s probably just a sore muscle or maybe the ulcer is coming back”

“And the upset stomach?”

“That’s new-ish. This is nothing, I’m fine. It can’t be anything.” You almost whispered.

“You should probably talk to your Dr. Maybe your OB first, given your history. That’s what your worried about right?”

With tears in your eyes you gave a soft yes.

“Call them, and then talk to Dean. Knowing you, you haven’t said anything to him, and were going to keep pretending nothing was happening.”

You walked away to call for an appointment. Donna was right, you were scared, and you hadn’t told Dean. You didn’t want to go through this again. Around year and half ago you were at a girls day out when you just didn’t feel right. You attributed it to worry you had about something at work. It didn’t go away and over the next two weeks things got worse. You weren’t hungry, you had a sharp pain in your side, had started burping and not been able to stop it. That one bothered you the most. Then you started getting sick. Overall, you just didn’t feel well. You figured it was early February now, you just had a good old-fashioned winter cold. When you suddenly had trouble drawing a deep breath and it hurt to breathe, you had gone to a walk-in-clinic. They thought it was your appendix or gallbladder and sent you to your primary Doctor the next day. They agreed and sent you to a CT Scan the next day. Dean went with that morning and waited while you went back for the test. You were told your doctor would have to results in a few days while they were getting the test started. When they finished the scan, they told you to stay on the table they had a radiologist coming to read the scan right then. That hadn’t done much for your nerves. They told you something about a mass on your ovary and kids still being possible, but you needed to see your OB asap. You had walked back out to Dean in the waiting room in shock, not 100% sure what had happened in the last few minutes. You had ended up having a cyst on an ovary, which had destroyed that ovary and continued to grow into what your doctor called a giant mass. It had gotten so big it was pushing on your other organs. They had to go in and take it out. You were getting to the point you were okay with that part, but the doctor kept talking, and you kept squeezing Dean’s hand harder. They couldn’t see the uterus around the mass and didn’t know if it had damage or the other ovary, and there was a possibility it was cancerous. Suddenly the kids you and Dean had been talking about and picturing, might only ever be that, talk. You had been a wreck the morning of surgery, but Dean was in pre-op with you as long as he could be holding your hand telling you everything was going to be fine. It didn’t matter what happened with the surgery. If it was just the two of you, or if you ended up adopting. You were in this together. He loved you and the two of you would be just fine. The surgery had gone well. They only had to take the mass out and the tests came back cancer free.

Things between you and Dean were good. The last year and half had been crazy, no kids yet, although that wasn’t due to lack of trying in the beginning. The December after your surgery you had ended up with a stomach ulcer and they found a fibroid on your uterus. You really couldn’t catch a break. Your doctor had wanted to put you on birth control to slow down the growth for now. Here you were, once again worried that you wouldn’t be able to give Dean the baby you knew he wanted. His brother Sam, and his wife Jess had had their first child a few months prior and Dean was the loving uncle. Holding little Jake, he could calm him down faster than anyone but Jess. He spent a bit of time telling him all about Baby, and the things he would teach him when he was older. You were fairly certain he might get that boy in trouble with a few things, but that could be dealt with in a few years. You knew Dean was hoping for the day he would be holding his own baby, and teaching them, you were afraid you were never going to be able to give him that.

You were sitting on the couch when Dean came home from work.

“Hey Sweetheart, how was your day?”

“Fine, how were things at the shop?”

“Good, busy. Dinner smells great.”

“Thanks, it’s got about a half hour till it’s done. I know you want to shower, but can I talk to you first?”

“Always.”

Dean joined you on the couch as you started explaining. “So I’ve been feeling kind of off lately, not quite right. Pain in my side and abdomen. The last few days throwing up if I ate and drank much. It’s a bit like before.”

Dean moved closer and held you as he asked, “Are you thinking you have another mass, the fibroid, or something else?”

“I don’t know, and that scares me. I want it to be nothing, but we both know my luck isn’t that good. I have an appointment next Wednesday with my OB/GYN. I figured it would cut some of the middle wait time out.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“Thanks, but I think I will be ok alone with this first visit.”

“Wait, don’t you have your foot appointment that day?”

“Yes, but it’s in the morning.”

Wednesday your appointments finally arrived. You had been having trouble with your foot for a few years now, it had gotten so bad you couldn’t even wear a tennis shoe anymore. You actually were supposed to have surgery on it a few years ago, the same year you had found the mass and had to have that removed instead. It was a pretty simple appointment; they did updated x-rays since you hadn’t had any in over a year and talked again with the surgeon about what surgery would entail. He was a foot and ankle specialist at the University hospital. This was going to be your third foot/ankle related surgery but the first on your right foot. You had had different doctors each time, and you like this one the best. He was extremely knowledgeable and easy to talk to. You may have been nervous for this surgery, but that was because of everything it was going to involve. You were born with as the doctors called them extremely high arches. It had caused you a number of problems over the years, sprained ankles, multiply breaks, and your two other surgeries. They were going to go in and break your fifth metatarsal and put a plate in there and realign it, cut the Achilles tendon and lengthen it, you had tears in the Peroneal tendon which had to be fixed and then attached to the Brevis tendon to strengthen it, ligaments on the inside and outside of the foot needed to be tightened or loosened depending on the side. You had had all of that done nine years ago on your other foot, but because of problems you had with that first surgery they were taking it a step further. They were going to cut the bones in your heel and realign them. That part was making you the most nervous. You would be spending the 3 months following surgery on crutches, possibly longer. You had spent enough time on them over the years, you were pretty good on them at least. You had been planning on the surgery happening in January, you couldn’t put it off any longer.

The worst part of all this has been the not knowing because your mind is great at making up worst case scenarios, you were a bit worked up for your afternoon OB appointment. You and your doctor talked and going over your symptoms he was sending you for a CT scan the following week because he thought you might have a kidney stone based on some of your symptoms. He also ordered an ultrasound to check on the fibroid. They don’t do anything with fibroids until they are over 4 cm and causing problems. When yours was found it was at 3.3 cm, so they had just put you on birth control. The doctor talked about what could happen if it was the fibroid. You might need surgery to remove it, if it was to big, they might have to take the uterus out or there were shots out that put you in menopause for a while. You were due back in his office in two and half weeks to go over the tests. More waiting, just great.

Dean had dinner waiting for you when you got home. You explained the tests the doctor wanted and what he told you he was thinking. You never thought you would be in a spot where kidney stones were an option you were hoping for. You two spent the evening on the couch watching movies compromising on your choices. Since Halloween was coming soon Dean wanted a horror movie, you agreed if you watched that one first and ended your night with The Proposal. That way your mind wasn’t on a horror movie just before bed.

The next week went fairly quickly and your tests were done you were just waiting on follow up. You and Dean both busy at work during the days. You had lost a manager, you mom had been taking on a lot of caterings which kept her out of the store, and Donna couldn’t pick up more hours because she was taking care of her sister, Jody’s daughters at night. All this meant you were working open to close three to four days a week and at least 8 hours the other days. You would get home at night and not want to move from your couch. Friday morning you were doing your prep work when you received a call from your doctor’s office. They had both of your results in. They didn’t find kidney stones; the fibroid had doubled in size and there was a mass on your remaining ovary. Your follow-up appointment with them was 10 days away, but they wanted to see you as soon as you could come in the next day they were open, which was Tuesday. The last surgery you needed was like that, everything done asap. You had found out about the mass and a week later you were in surgery.

You hung up with them and called Dean in tears. Your mind automatically going through worse case scenarios. He did his best to calm you down and tell you everything would be okay. You two were going to be alright. You called your mom when you hung up from Dean and filled her in on your results. Making yourself get back to work.

Being a Friday, you had a busy lunch rush and had a bit of clean up and more prep work to get ready for the dinner rush. You were working in the back when the door buzzer went off notifying you of someone coming in. Donna called you to the front saying a customer needed your help. The first genuine smile you had all day coming to your face as you took in Dean standing there with a bunch of colorful flowers.

“Oh Dean, they’re beautiful! Thank you!”

“Not half as beautiful as you Y/N, how are you holding up sweetheart?”

“I’ve been better. It’s going to be a long weekend waiting to see what he has to say. My mom talked to my cousin who does some work at the hospital, a friend of hers works for an OB/GYN who has been around awhile and is the only one in town who does this surgery robotically. I have an appointment with him next week also for his opinion.”

“It’s all going to work out, no matter what it’s you and me together. I have to get back to work and I know you do to, I just wanted to stop in and see how you were doing.”

“Thank you, Baby, I appreciate it so much. I love you.”

“Love you too Sweetheart. I will see you at home tonight”

When you weren’t at work, you and Dean hung out at home over the weekend. He did his best to take his mind off of your upcoming appointment. You greatly appreciated his effort. Before you knew it, Tuesday afternoon rolled around. This time dean accompanied you to the appointment. The doctor explained that the fibroid was now at 6.7cm and was what was causing your problems. He was really pushing these shots you take once a month that put you in menopause for six months. He told you that it would shrink the fibroid, and that would be best to start with. The other options he was giving you were waiting and getting another ultrasound end of December/early January and coming back then or go in and do surgery sometime. You weren’t sure how you felt about either of those options but were glad he wasn’t going in right away to take out the uterus. What did frustrate you the most, was how the call on Friday made it sound like things were worse and you needed to come in asap for something to be done, and the doctor wasn’t doing anything right now.

You and Dean both felt a little calmer when you left the office. “What are you thinking about your options, Darling?”

“Honestly, I’m not so sure about those shots, I would need a lot more information on them first. The whole being put into menopause has me nervous. That’s not something I ever thought I would be thinking about at 31. When I talked to the nurse on the phone Friday she made this seem so much worse, and he’s not doing anything other than the shots now. I guess we’ll see what the other doctor says tomorrow.”

The next morning you and Dean were at the other doctor’s office. New patient paperwork all filled out and you were waiting to go back. Your cousin’s friend called your name and took you back. She had been talking to your mom, so she knew what was going on and had shared it with the doctor. You asked her opinion on the shots, and she just shook her head. She told you there wasn’t any guarantee it would even work, and there was a lot of risk with what going into menopause could do to you and your chance of having a child. You would have to sign a number of documents that said you didn’t hold that company responsible for any of the large number of side effects.

“I wasn’t sold on them before, I’m really not know” you told her and Dean.

The doctor came in shortly after and did quick exam. You had asked his opinion on what to do, he said taking it out would be the best thing to try and preserve the uterus and a chance for you to have children in the future. Yes, you could have a child with a fibroid on the uterus, but as big as it was it could cause problems. It didn’t end up being a long appointment because he was called away for a birth. He did order 2 tests and you set those up before leaving. One was another ultrasound to check where the fibroid was and if that would cause any problems itself. The other was to check the uterus for any cancer spots, they did warn you that one could be painful, and you weren’t going to want to do much after the test was done. You had those both scheduled for the following Tuesday and Wednesday.

As you walked out to your cars you asked Dean “What did you think of him, and everything said?”

“They are both pretty against the shots, and I know you didn’t really like the idea of them either. You cousin said he has more experience, right?”

“Yes, he does. I’ve talked to a few others that know him, and they all like him. Donna’s aunt was an OB and she referred patients to him if it was something she couldn’t do.”

“Ultimately Y/N, it comes down to what you think, and what you want to do. We can talk more at home on your thoughts and see what these tests say. I will support your decision no matter what.”

“Thank you, Babe. I love you. Have a great day at work.”

“I love you too. I hope you have a great one as well.”

You were talking to Donna at work about everything that you had found out. She had spent a little time working in her aunt’s office and at one point had been premed in school, you valued her opinion.

“You need to get it taken out girly, it’s already grown a lot on you. I know how much you and Dean want kids. If you wait too long you run the risk of losing that chance.”

“Part of me knows that, but the other part of me is worried about what is going to happen during surgery.”

“That’s understandable, any surgery there is a risk. This doctor has done thousands of these, you’ll be fine, most importantly you’ll be better. Don’t ignore this, Dean and you can adopt if you can’t have kids, Dean won’t be fine if he loses you. Don’t do those shots, there is a lot of risk with those, and you could run into even more problems.”

“Those shots are pretty much off the table, I really don’t like the idea of them. I know your right, a part of me just really doesn’t want more surgery. The last week the pain has gotten worse so I don’t know that I can put this off.”

“I know Sweetie, surgery makes anyone nervous. This will all work out.”

“Thanks, Donna, you are an amazing friend.”

After dinner that night you and Dean were sitting in the living room and you decided you weren’t going to think about any medical issues. While he had the game on you grabbed your computer and recipe binder. Settling next to Dean on the couch you pulled up Pinterest and Christmas recipe ideas. You had been scrolling for a few minutes when Dean looked over at your screen.

“What are you looking up Christmas for?”

“Mom and Dad’s Christmas party is a month from tomorrow, and I need to get my baking list around.”

“What do you mean a month away, that’s before Thanksgiving?”

“With Thanksgiving being so late this year, they are doing it the Saturday before. That way it has less chance running into other Holiday parties. You don’t want to do it Thanksgiving weekend, and then there are only three other weekends before Christmas and there will be a bit going on. So I need to figure out what’s on my baking list this year, what’s staying, what I’m adding.”

“It’s too early to talk Christmas.”

“Hallmark starts Christmas movies this weekend, Saturday has some of my favorites we can watch after work!”

“It’s not even Halloween Y/N, I’m not watching Christmas movies!” Dean threw his head back against the couch turning slightly to glare at you.

“You say that now, we’ll see what happens when I get that remote,” you smirked. “I could happily watch them year-round.”

“Ehh, your getting better with that. You used to be into Christmas songs and movies 361, the couple days leading up to Christmas Eve and sometimes that morning you were a little bah humbug saying you were done with all of it. Then the day after Christmas you start singing Frosty again.”

You just glared at him for a minute, “It was the stress, and trying to get everything just right and make everyone happy. My shopping will be done, before 2 days before Christmas this year. I’m going to enjoy it, no stress.”

“Sure thing, Sweetheart, whatever you say. We’ll see how you are on December 23rd.”

“Going back to the Holiday of the month we are actually in, Sam wanted to know if we wanted to come over Thursday night. See Jake in his first Halloween costume, hand out candy to the Trick-or-Treaters. Mom and dad are going to be there too.”

“Sure I’m in. It’s usually a busy night for us so I will be over after I can leave work.”

“Okay so we have my usual baking items: Sugar cookies I think I’m going to keep it simple and just do drop cookies instead of cut outs, buckeyes, peanut butter blossoms, no bakes, petit-fours, truffles, cranberry bars and the varieties of chocolates those I’ll make with mom. Now I need to figure out some new ones. Hey what do you think about, hey, where are you going?”

“I need a beer if we are going to talk about your crazy Christmas baking list.”

You waited for Dean to settle back next to you to show him your finds.

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“You’re on a Grinch kick this year aren’t you? You mentioned a few weeks ago you wanted a Grinch sweatshirt this year.”

“Maybe, part of me is. Anyways thoughts? What about these?” https://www.pinterest.com/pin/174584923042556919/

“Ooohhhh, Do you think I could make these?” https://www.pinterest.com/pin/174584923040748115/

“We aren’t going to be using our kitchen to make actual food anytime soon are we? I love you and you are very talented when it comes to your baking but I don’t know if you have the patience for those cupcakes.”

“You’re probably right, it does tend to run thinner when I’m trying to get all this stuff done. Look on the bright side, the party is early this year so I will have the kitchen back to normal sooner.”

“Sureee you will.”

You weren’t going to admit it to Dean right now, but you were trying to force yourself into the Holiday spirit. With everything going on you weren’t sure you were going to be in the celebrating mood this year. You knew how much he loved the Holiday, and the time with family together. You would put on a happy face for him.

Dean took you to your appointment Tuesday afternoon, because they didn’t recommend driving after since you were going to be in a bit of pain. It wasn’t even a five minute test to go take a swab of the uterus lining to send in to check for abnormal or cancer cells. They were right though, you definitely hurt after. You and Dean picked up food on the way home so neither of you would have to cook or clean up. He got you situated on the couch with a heating pad after you got home. You two spent another quiet night in. The next afternoon you took yourself to your ultrasound. The results for both tests would be back in time for your appointment the following Tuesday.

Thursday was Halloween, and you were short handed at work again, but not as busy as you were expecting to be. You left around 7 and headed over to Sam and Jess’ house. 5-month-old Jake was dressed up in a cute duck onesie. After saying hi to the couple, your husband, and his parents you grabbed some food and settled down with Jake. You were told you just missed Cas, his wife Kelly, and their son Jack. The one year old getting cranky and ready for bed. Jess and Mary joined you shortly. The guys were watching one of the All Saint’s Day movies. Apparently having a little one to get excited about put Sam in a better Halloween mood then he usually was in. Mary asked how you were doing; Dean had apparently told her a few days before and Jess had just found out tonight.

“I’m alright, it’s been going on over a month and I think at this point I want a plan. I want to know what’s going to happen. But I want to make sure that we decide on the right course of action too.”

Both ladies assured you they thought you would be fine, and that everything would work out for you. Your attention turning to the little boy on the floor in front of you.

You spent your weekend working and had started some grocery shopping for you baking supplies. Those supplies then found a home on your kitchen counter. So Dean was right, he was slowing losing the kitchen for a little while.

Tuesday afternoon saw you and Dean back in your new doctor’s office waiting to be called back. It wasn’t a long wait and you headed back. Thankful your tests had come back normal and the new ultrasound didn’t show any new problems. Because of the last surgery you had there was to much scar tissue in your abdomen for the surgery to be done robotically, and the fibroid was too big. You did have the option for another procedure, he described it as resetting your uterus. He did tell you it wouldn’t do anything for the fibroid, but it could get your periods back under control and might lesson some pain, you would need a few days off work. The best chance you had if you wanted to get pregnant sometime was to have the fibroid removed. Now you just needed to make a decision on what you were going to do. You were leaning toward surgery and when you didn’t make a definitive decision the doctor told you to come back in 2 weeks. When you were checking out and scheduling the next appointment you asked how far out the wait for surgery was. His calendar was filling up and he only had December 9th and 23rd open.

On your way home you and Dean talked about what you both were thinking. You told him you were leaning toward surgery, and he also thought that would be your best choice. Now you just weren’t sure you really wanted to wait. If you called your first doctor, he could do the surgery in two weeks, he just had to wait for insurance purposes. Honestly, he was never busy. That put you the day before your parents Christmas party or waiting till the next weekend which was the day after Thanksgiving. Another problem you had was making sure you had help at work. Right now, you didn’t have the help to do it. If you pushed it too far into December it was going to be a problem with your foot surgery. They had said with your stomach because they were cutting it open you would need to be careful not to tear your stitches for a few weeks and be limited for 6 weeks with what you could do. Crutches weren’t going to be a good thing to mix in.

Your parents, you and Dean all talked. You didn’t have the help to do the surgery in November, December wasn’t a good idea because of your next surgery. You decided if the doctor thought you could wait you would do the foot surgery in January and then six weeks later when you should be able to start putting some pressure on your foot you would have the other. That way the six weeks you needed to be careful with the second surgery would be ending in time for therapy in May. Work was going to be getting better help wise because you were selling on of your locations. The gas station next door to one of them wanted to expand and the only way they could was if they bought your property. That deal was supposed to close first of January. Your foot surgery was scheduled for the 16th. Things seemed to fall in to place for that all to work out.

You still weren’t feeling the best, but you were glad to have noticed you didn’t have the pain in your side and stomach every day anymore. It had turned into just having really bad periods every few weeks.

When you went to your appointment two weeks later you went alone and talked to the doctor about your thoughts and timeline. He didn’t think that would be a problem, telling you before he left that removing it was your best option. They weren’t’ scheduling yet for February or March so they would call you when those books opened.

If you were honest, you were feeling better with what you had decided on. Also, the fact that no one was worried enough to say you had to get in right now for surgery. You were still going to worry between now and surgery it was just who you were.

It was the third week of November, your new focus on the upcoming Holidays. You had already started your baking, freezing everything once it was made cooled and put in an airtight container. The list was still shorter this year it only had about 15 things on it. You didn’t get the Grinch recipes made, or the snow globe cupcakes, but you did make the thumb print snowmen. Next year. Two days before the party you moved on from baking to getting the food you were doing around. In between all this also trying to help your mom decorate their house and putting decorations up at yours. You didn’t end up doing as much to your house as you usually would, but just less to take down after and you knew things would be crazy then.

The day of the party both you and your mom ended up being stuck at work longer than you were supposed to be. This meant you had to work quicker when you got home. Dean went to your parents with you to help with the last minute set up. It was nice living on the same street as them, so you didn’t have far to go. With the final cleaning finished you were in the kitchen with Dean starting to get food around while your mom ran upstairs to shower. Your brother and his girlfriend coming shortly after. They had been dating for almost a year, but she didn’t come around much, so you didn’t know her well. Trying to ask her questions about herself didn’t get you very far because she only gave one-word answers. You looked to Dean and he just shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to get much out of her either. When your mom came back down, and the food was in good shape you and dean went home to get ready and get the desserts.

You always enjoyed this party it was family from both of your parent’s sides, Dean’s family started coming when you two were dating. A variety of your parent’s friends along with your brother’s and yours. You were surprised to see more cars in the driveway when you returned. Cas, Benny and Kelly were in the kitchen talking to your dad and brother, along with one of his old friends from school. It didn’t take long for the house to fill up with people and the sounds of laughter. It was close to one by the time you and Dean went home after helping to clean up. You were beat and ready to fall into bed, Dean not far behind.

The restaurant you were selling, was the store you spent every day at, it had been your baby over the last 8 years. Since you were going to be closing it soon you had cut back on the Sunday hours which meant you and Dean could enjoy a lazy morning after the party. It was nice not to get up and go, you had missed the relaxing mornings you two used to enjoy. When you finally dragged yourselves from bed it was to the kitchen to make a late breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. You would have to head in to work after lunch, but that didn’t mean you had to be in a hurry to get ready. After cleaning up the kitchen Dean dragged you back to the bedroom where you spent a little more time catching up.

That week was Thanksgiving which meant a shorter work week for you both. Thursday morning started off much like Sunday’s had, although you both had to be out the door by noon and have your food and deserts ready. A late lunch with your family at your grandmother’s house was first. The Y/L/N could be a rowdy group, so it was usually a good time as long as you could avoid any family arguments. After cleaning up there you would head to Dean’s parents where they had an early dinner. You tried not to eat too much at either place for two reasons, one you wanted to be able to move later and two you were trying to avoid being sick. It didn’t hit you as much as before, but you never knew when it would. After the guys collapsed in front of the football game on tv, Mary and Jess hit the adds. You left to go pick up your mom. The last two years you to had done some Thursday evening shopping because you both worked on Friday, and it gave you time just he two of you. You hit the mall and a few stores trying to start on your shopping list. You meant it when you told Dean that everything was going to be done early this year. You were going to enjoy the Holiday season. When you finished you dropped her back at home before going back to your in-laws. A short time later you and Dean headed home.

Much like it does every year December flies by. You hadn’t finished your shopping as early as you wanted, but you weren’t as stressed about it this year. You enjoyed nights with Dean curled up on the couch. You had seen the Grinch more times than you could count this year, I guess you were having a Grinchy year. Before you knew it, Christmas Eve was here. Both you and Dean worked that morning before meeting your families at church for the 4 o’clock service. You had to go early if you wanted a park, and a seat. It was always so beautifully decorated for Christmas, you enjoyed taking it all in waiting for Mass to start. One of your favorite parts of this service was when Father would call any little kids up that wanted to and ask them questions about the religious aspects of the holiday. Where was Jesus born? Your favorite answer this year was Baltimore. What gifts did the baby receive? Cake and ice cream. The answers they came up with were always a laugh. You hoped you would be sending your own child up there someday.

Everyone headed to your parents’ house after, some other family and friends would be joining you. You had dinner and then played games. As you and your cousins had grown so had the games. Jake was the only child present and he wasn’t old enough to understand what was going on. With all the adults playing it could get a little rowdy especially between Sam and Dean. One of your aunts had done that gifts wrapped in a saran wrap ball and it seemed like only those two could make much progress. So of course, when one of them was trying to unwrap the other would give a little trash talk. You had been feeling a little off and would disappear from the room. When the ball was unwrapped, and Dean saw you left again he came to find you. He found you sitting on the steps just outside your parents’ upstairs bathroom.

“Everything all right, Sweetheart?”

“Not really, my stomach is hurting me a bit and if I try to eat or drink I’m running to the restroom because it’s going to make a reappearance.”

“Anything I can do to make it better?”

“Thank you, but no I just need to tough it out.”

“Soon Y/N this is all going to be behind you honey.”

“I cannot wait.”

He held you close as you both sat on the steps for a few minutes softly kissing the top of your head. When you rejoined your family, they were on to a different game. The two of you hanging back to watch. When the time came to leave you were more than ready to head home just so Dean could hold you in bed. You fell into a fitful sleep that night, not feeling all that much better when you awoke.

The two of you were spending the morning at your mom and dad’s and then going to John and Mary’s in the afternoon. Your dad’s mom and siblings joined you for breakfast and afterwards you exchanged gifts. Luckily, you only had to leave the room once. Dean knew you weren’t feeling well so the two of you left shortly after to go home before heading to his parent’s house. When you arrived, you headed to the kitchen to help Mary. The two of you got along really well, you often considered yourself luck in that way. A few of your friends didn’t have the best relationship with their in-laws. By the time Sam and Jess arrived dinner was ready, and you all gathered round the table to enjoy. It was a great night spent with them.

The end of December was quickly approaching, and you hadn’t heard anything from the company buying your story, communication had just stopped. After you talked to your dad, he started making phone calls to the company again to see what was going on. Their plans for the property and been pushed back a few months so they were no longer in a hurry to close. You ended up pushing your foot surgery back there weeks till the 6th of February. Your dad finally got a date out of them you were closing on Monday the 3rd of February, that would also be the last day open. You would spend the next two days moving everything out. The New Year wasn’t even here yet and you knew it was going to be going fast.

Things were going to get busy for you in January, so you and Dean decided you just wanted a quiet night in for New Year’s. At the store you picked up a bottle of Sparkling Cider to toast with, neither one of you big Champagne drinkers, along with a few different appetizers to make. The evening was spent curled up on the couch watching movies, until you switched over to watch the ball drop. Sharing a sweet kiss with Dean when midnight arrived. This was going to be your year. The surgeries would be done soon, you and Dean could move on with the rest of your lives, it was all going to work out and be fine.

You had been right when you told Dean January would be crazy. You spent the month working on cleaning out things at work. The office took a bit of time, dividing up what was going home and what you were sending to your new office. Cleaning out things you didn’t use any more, what you were selling and what was moving to the other location. On top of all that you were trying to keep a relatively clean house and not let everything there fall on Dean’s shoulders. Everyday it seemed like a little bit more left the store and the shelves were slowly becoming bare.

Sunday through Wednesday of closing week was going to be extremely chaotic for you all, so you wanted things at home that needed to be done before surgery finished by Saturday. You cleaned the house top to bottom, rearranged the living room furniture so it would be easier to navigate on crutches, got the crutches ready, finished laundry and tried to stock up on non-perishable groceries so Dean wouldn’t have to go out as much.

The last two days you were open were particularly emotional for you. This location had been your baby and second home for the last 8 years, you had helped with the cleaning, gutting, and remodeling of the building when you bought it. Everything was set up just how you wanted it. When you went back to work in a few months at the other location it was going to be vastly different. Sitting at the closing you were trying to hold back the tears as you signed the papers, part of you wished Dean was there to give you some of his strength but he had to be at the shop that day since he was taking the next 3 days off. Leaving the closing you went to work to open for the last time. That day was extremely busy for your and Donna so many of your loyal customers coming in one last time. Dean came in for a late lunch giving you a much-needed hug, he left after promising to be back before closing. Dean along with your parents came back before closing helping you to clean up and finish making orders. When you turned the open sign off one last time Dean pulled you into his arms and held you while you cried.

“It’s okay Sweetheart. It’s the start of a new chapter, you have a lot of memories to take with you.”

“Thanks, Dean. I know, I just hate goodbyes, and change.”

“I know you do, but it’s a good one. Keep telling yourself that. Closing this story is going to help greatly relieve some stress.”

“You’re right, Babe.”

“Hey! I’m always right. We should probably head home; we have an early busy day tomorrow.”

It was six am when you and Dean pulled back into the parking lot the next day. You had wanted a few minutes without the others around to take care of some of your stuff. By 6:30 someone was there to disconnect the water lines so the pop dispenser and ice machine could be moved. Your parents arrived at 7 and you started loading both of their trucks and the trailer with items going to the other store. Sam arrived and went with Dean in one of the trucks following your mom to go unload. Electricians, and others arrived to get the oven and its components unhooked. You had gone around the day before and put a note on everything stating where it was going, whether the other store, your or your parents’ house for storage, staying in the building or going somewhere and you just didn’t know where yet. The movers were the last to arrive taking some of the bigger equipment for you, this way you guys didn’t have to figure out how to get it on and off a trailer. Dean and Sam arrived back to help load the truck and your SUV. At one-point Dean took one of the “going somewhere” notes and tapped it to your back. It was awhile and two stops later before anyone told you. It was 6 o’clock that night when you put the last load in your car to leave for the day, heading home to unload one more time. By the time it was unloaded your foot hurt so bad you could barely walk, both you and Dean collapsing on the couch not moving till you went to bed.

The next day you had a few more things to get out of the store and had to meet the pop company to pick up their equipment since they couldn’t come the previous day. You left the store that afternoon for the final time. Your OB and scheduled one last ultrasound you had to run and get that done, thankfully the fibroid had not changed from your last one in December. One more grocery store run to stock up for a bit, then home to vacuum and make sure you were all packed for the hospital.

Both your mom and Dean were going with you for surgery, but Dean had an early morning meeting the next day he couldn’t reschedule so your mom was staying the night in the hospital and bringing you home the next day. It was an hour drive and you had to be there at 6:30 for an 8:30 surgery. You went through all your pre-op things and your mom and Dean joined you back there waiting for you to go. Several people were in and out of your little curtain room, the surgeon, anesthesiologist, nurses, and med students. It was finally time to wheel you back after getting one last hug and kiss from Dean and him telling you everything would be fine. A few hours later you woke up in recovery which is where you saw Dean and your mom again. It is also where you found out they didn’t have a room for you, and you were staying in a short-term patient ward. It was almost like a pre-op room, one giant room with 15 curtained off rooms. Actually, the pre-op room was bigger. There was a bed a chair and one of the old hospital TVs that moved. The back of your foot where they did the heal work was bleeding through your after surgery splint and they said it would take a few hours to stop so they propped it up and told you, you couldn’t get out of bed. It only took a few hours for you to be tired of sitting in one spot, as someone who spent all day on her feet this was a struggle. Sleeping in a hospital had never come easy for you with your previous surgeries and adding all the extra noise with so many people around that wasn’t happening either. It was later in the afternoon when you told Dean he should go.

“Babe, you might as well head home, you have an hour drive and there isn’t anything you can do here. Plus, there really isn’t any room in here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave if you need me.”

“We will be fine, I’m not moving, and mom will be here if I need something. Go home get some rest it’s been a long week. I love you I’ll see you at home tomorrow.”

“Love you too, I’ll call you later. Take care Sweetheart. Y/M/N, call me if you need something or anything.” He gave you a kiss and hugged your mom before leaving.

The rest of the evening and night dragged on, when you finally fell asleep that night you woke up almost every half and hour. The nurses were in every hour, and around 2am one of the other patients started screaming because he pulled something out he shouldn’t have. By 5 am you gave up on sleep. One of the doctors came in later in the morning to wrap another layer of gauze around your splint to cover up the blood, and by noon they let you go home.

The next two weeks went fairly quickly, Dean made a good nurse when he was home at night getting you whatever you needed so you didn’t have to get up or try and carry anything while using the crutches. You had practiced on the crutches before surgery, but it is still a little different when you have to be using them. As your family knew well, you were also accident prone and managed to slip and slam your foot down a handful of times. Both your parents, and his would stop over during the day to see if you needed anything or to bring you lunch. The stitches and staples came out at the two-week mark, that wasn’t a fun experience you had never had it hurt as much as it did this time. The doctor wasn’t putting you in a cast, he was going to let you leave in a boot which you would be able to take off if you were sitting with it up or to shower. Thank you for small miracles! The next appointment was four weeks away, the Friday before your Monday surgery.

The next month went fine for you, just very long. You were still stuck at home so things did get a bit boring, a number of new games could be found on your phone and you found a website with fanfiction from your favorite show you started reading. While fine for you, things were going nuts in the outside world, something called Covid-19 was making a lot of people extremely sick, overseas countries shut down and in the U.S., many states were doing the same thing. Your follow up appointment was cancelled and moved to a video chat, then days before it was scheduled your next surgery was cancelled. Stay at home orders were put in place and masks were required for those who had to leave the house.

It was definitely a crazy time and it went on for a few months. 6 weeks after you last video appointment, during the first full week of May, you had another and this one sent you to therapy if you could find someone open. You could also lose the boot and work on losing the crutches. The place you had gone for past surgeries was open and you started back there. This surgery was the hardest time you had to start walking again. There was a bit of pain if your heel hit the ground, so you couldn’t completely get rid of the crutches like you wanted to. The therapist you were working with said with the type of surgery done to your heel, the pain you had with it would determine what you could do and how fast you would get there.

You got a call from your OB’s office, they were given the clear to start surgeries again and yours was scheduled for June 1st, which was two weeks away. You had had a few problems over the last couple of months and just hoped nothing had changed and they would be able to just go in and take the fibroid out no problem. The closer the date got the more worried you became. Dean tried to tell you everything was going to be fine, and not to worry, but you aren’t the best listener. Because of things going on with Covid, you needed to be home the week before surgery as much as possible only going to therapy twice and the grocery store once early in the week to get a few things you wanted. For the last three months Dean had done the shopping, and you were thankful, but there were a few things you wanted to get yourself. Saturday you were going to have to get a Covid test and then had to self-isolate until you left for the hospital on Monday morning. The hardest part of that was going to be sleeping in a different room from Dean, you were even supposed to wear a mask when he was in the same room as you. You had spent the week before rearranging the living room again, then cleaning the house best you could as you hobbled around. Friday night you spent the evening with Dean curled up in your spots on the couch. The closer you got to surgery the more nervous you became.

“Sweetheart, everything is going to go just fine. There is nothing for you to worry about, and no matter how much you worry it isn’t going to change anything.”

“I know, I’m just, I can’t help it. You know how my mind works I’m great at going to the worse case possible. I’ve always wanted kids, and I know you did too, I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to give that to you.”

“Hey, it’s you and me no matter what happens. If we can have kids one day awesome, if not we will look into adopting. What’s not changing is you and me, we are in this together, always.”

“I love you. Thanks for being so amazing, especially during these last crazy months when I couldn’t do much on my own.”

“I love you, too. That’s what I’m here for, you would do the same thing for me. You always take care of me when I’m sick. I will always be here for you.”

“I will always be here for you too.”

Saturday morning you did a few more things around the house before giving Dean a kiss and leaving for your test. It went fairly quick your doctor’s office scheduled you an appointment and you preregistered. You headed home to work on laundry and make sure you bag was packed. That evening you and Dean were watching movies in the living room, although unlike usual you weren’t sitting together on the couch. Sunday was a warm sunny day, so you enjoyed it outside. Monday morning Dean took you to the hospital, you went through check in and then through the routine in pre-op. Just before they took you back you snuck in a quick hug and kiss from Dean.

“I love you, Baby, everything is going to be just fine. I will talk to you after surgery.”

“I love you too, thank you for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything. We are in this together. Love you Sweetheart.”

Dean was able to stay at the hospital during surgery, but he had to leave after. They weren’t allowing visitors into the hospital, so you were going to be on your own in the hospital for the next three days. Dean headed to the waiting room and they came to wheel you back to surgery. Well, here goes nothing.

Part 2

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A Way Back Into Love - Chapter 5

It was a quiet and peaceful morning when Lauren was awoken by the sunlight that radiates through the window of the room. She stirred in the bed and rubbed her eyes, adjusting her sight to the bright light. She glanced to her left side and saw her girlfriend was still sleeping with her body slightly turned to other side. She propped herself up on her elbow and smiled at the view of the sleeping girl. She felt the urge to touch her but stopped herself from doing so; worried she might wake her up. She stared at Camila, watching her chest waved with steady breathing. Her heart ached a little at the sight of the vulnerable girl beside her. “I promise to protect this girl, but all I did was adding more scars to her already wounded heart. I want to make it right this time. Camz, you might think I’m strong, but the truth is without you, I’m weak.” She said in her head. She sighed silently a couple of times as she remembered the incident of the night before. What she said before she slammed the door while her girlfriend was crying and hurt was unforgiveable. She felt stupid for doing that. If there was anyone who knew Camila better, it would be her. But apparently she was the one who kept hurting the girl she claimed she loved the most.

A thought suddenly crossed her mind; she had something to take care of. She needed to take care of her girl. She wanted her to get better. Before leaving the bed, she second glanced at the girl to make sure she didn’t wake her. She placed a soft kiss on Camila’s temple before slowly slid down from the bed. She saw Camila stirred in the bed, but stayed sleeping. Her steps stopped at the window and looked at her own reflection; her hair was a mess, the dark circles below her eyes were visible and the blemished make-up caused by a lot of crying last night make her look dreadful. “You look like shit.” She thought to herself as she shook her head in disbelief. She pulled up her hair into a messy ponytail before took her jacket and exited the room.

An hour later, Camila woke up. She opened her eyes and slowly sat up with a confuse look in her face as she looked around the room and found it was empty and quiet. She tried to recall what happened last night. Somehow she was certain that Lauren was with her last night as she could sense a faint smell of Lauren’s perfume lingered around her body because she was tugging to Lauren’s shirt while crying hard and had fallen asleep in her arms. The memory felt so real, but there was no sign of the lady her heart desired. Was it just a dream? Did her mind playing with her?

She tried to remember every single moment that happened yesterday, but some of it was a little blurry. She remembered the great pain just below her stomach before she passed out. She didn’t quite recall how she got to the hospital. She remembered woke up in the examination room, seeing two female nurses and a male doctor talking to each other. Then the doctor introduced himself as Dr. Reynolds and he was telling her about what happened; how she ended up lying down on that very bed.

*flashback*

“Ms. Cabello?” A man in white robe asked as he approached her with a big envelope in his hand.

She blinked a few times before she recognized everything around her. She was leaning against the hospital bed after an examination, felt a bit groggy. She remembered talking to the doctor a while ago, explained the pain she had in her stomach, but she wasn’t sure how long a while was. Her body felt so weak although the pain subsided. Her mind was blank. “What time’s now?” She asked in a hoarse voice.

He glanced at his watch on his left hand. “10.20pm. Do you know why you’re here?” He asked, stood straight next to her bed.

“Yes.” She responded with a small nod, but no emotion to her expression. “Stomach pain.”

“I’ve done an MRI scan and I got the result. But before we discuss this a bit further, may I know long you’ve been having this pain?”

“Probably weeks, a month or two, I’m not sure.” She wasn’t lying though. She couldn’t remember the exact time she had that cramp, but she remembered exactly how severe the pain was. “It was because of stress, right? Because sometimes my lower back hurts too, but lately the pain became unbearable.”

“Well, the pain is not actually in your stomach, it’s around your pelvic area which involves the ovaries and the tissue lining of your pelvis. At first I thought it might be fibroid, but your MRI result came out differently.”

Her eyes slightly widened and she could feel a lump forming in her throat. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear the answer. “What do you mean by differently?”

The doctor took a breath and released it slowly. “It looks like you’re having endometriosis, Ms. Cabello. There is abnormal growth of tissue outside of the uterus. The symptoms include abdominal pain as what you’ve experienced for quite a while.”

She swallowed hard as she tried to process all the information she just been informed. “Is it serious?”

“It’s noncancerous and once we remove the cyst, you’ll be fine.” He flashed a weak smile to her. “But you may have to stay here for a few days so I can do more examination to see how serious it could be.”

She nodded, understanding the situation of her illness. Dr. Reynolds gave a soft pat on her shoulder before he left the room. Suddenly, the thought of Lauren crossed her mind. She wanted Lauren so badly right now. She wanted to hug her, to feel safe in her arms. She didn’t know if Lauren was at the hospital in the first place, but she knew there must have someone took her here. It could be any of the neighbours or it could be Lauren. She hoped it was Lauren.

She closed her eyes briefly, fighting the tears that started to form in her eyes. Her chest ached when she remembered the moment Lauren left the house hours ago. “You’re the one with barriers around your feeling, not me.” The words kept repeating in her head over and over, make her head throbbed. If she wasn’t feel so weak, she would run off from the hospital and looking for Lauren. She needed to apologize for concealing her true feeling. She never wanted to hide anything from Lauren, but she was insecure. She was scared if she opened up too much to Lauren and one day their relationship didn’t work. It would be devastated. She was protecting her own heart, but unknowingly hurting herself more than she thought.

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While she was thinking hard, a knock on the door broke her trance. She moved the whole attention at the door, with a hope it would be Lauren.

“Good morning, Miss.” A young nurse entered the room with a pleasant smile on her face. “I need to do a brief check-up on you.“

Camila sighed, but flashed a weak smile to the burse. While the nurse did her work, she was fiddling her fingers, contemplating the urge to ask the nurse about Lauren. There was a probability that the nurse had no clue about it, but she asked anyway. There was nothing wrong with asking. She needed to know Lauren’s whereabouts; if she really was there last night. “Um…did you see my girlfriend?” She asked.

The young nurse creased her eyebrows, trying to recall the person as mentioned. “The brunette?”

Camila’s face lighted up a bit at the small question. “Yes. She was here last night, wasn’t she?”

“I think so. But I saw she left, probably about a few hours ago, I’m not sure.”

Her face dropped the second the heard the answer. Lauren had left. Her heart fell upon knowing she had left her, again. She moved her sight to her lap, trying not to burst into tears in that very morning, especially with a stranger in the room.

“Your vitals are normal and I’ll take off the IV. You can have your solid food today.” The nurse slowly and carefully took the IV needle off from the back of Camila’s hand. Then she noticed her sad expression. “Miss, are you okay? Do you need help with anything?”

Camila shook her head, but her face was saying otherwise. She was trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” That was the only word she could mutter while nodding her head. She was trying her best to control the sudden vast of emotion. But the nurse looked at her sceptically and was reluctant to leave until she convinced the patient was indeed fine. Realizing the situation, Camila spoke up. “Um…I-I’m fine. I uh, I just need to wash up and change.”

“I can help.” A voice cracked at the door.

Both ladies turned their heads in the direction of the sound of the voice.

“Lauren,” She muttered under her breath. Her face lighted up again upon seeing the brunette standing at the door. She had a duffle bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. She still in the same outfit she wore last night and had no make-up on. The bare face Lauren was always the prettiest.

“I guess that’s the girl you’re looking for.” The young nurse whispered to Camila and flashed a smile. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to buzz us.” She pointed at the small nurse call button beside the bed before exited the room. “Have a good day.”

Once the door was closed, Lauren move toward the bed where her girlfriend was sitting. She placed the duffle bag down on the floor near the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. She tilted down her head in searched for the girl’s eyes, but met with sad expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” She asked in a gentle tone.

“I woke up and you’re not here. At first I thought I was dreaming. Then the nurse said you left so I really thought you’re gone.” Camila said downheartedly while fiddling her fingers.

“I’m sorry I left like that. I don’t want to wake you up. I went home to get some of your clothes…and a cup of coffee.” Lauren put coffee cup on the overbed table beside the tray. She took Camila’s hands and held both tightly in her hands. “I just want to make you feel comfortable while you’re here. That’s probably the least I could do to make it up to you after what I’ve done earlier. Even I know it’s not enough.”

“To have you are here is more than enough for me. I couldn’t ask for more.” Camila looked at the girl in front of her with sparkle in her eyes. She can’t hide the happiness in her heart to have the girl she loved by her side. “Can I hug you?”

Lauren smiled at her. “Of course you can.” She moved closer to her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her shoulder. Camila rested the side of her head on the crook of Lauren’s neck, placing her arms around Lauren’s waist. The conversation fell into a comfortable silence as they enjoyed each other presence before Lauren began to speak again. “How are you feeling today?”

“Better.” Camila replied as she tightened the embrace as if she was afraid Lauren would run away.

“Good to hear that.” Lauren softly rubbed Camila’s back with her hand and placed a kiss on top of her head. As much as she was completely aware of Camila’s sickness, she pleased to hear the liveliness in her voice.

“Lo, do you forgive me?” Camila said softly, almost a whisper. “About yesterday…” Her voice trailed off.

“Camz,” Lauren pulled away and put one hand on the side of Camila’s face. “Of course I forgive you. But can we put that aside for a while? At least until you gets better. I know we have a lot to explain to each other, but I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She shook her head.

Camila nodded in understanding. Although she wanted to let it out of her chest, she chose to stay mum. She was relief to know Lauren forgave her, but the issue won’t be unravelled unless they talk about it.

“Hey, how about I help you change? Then you can have your breakfast.”

“I can do it myself. I’m still in one piece.” Camila smiled at her girlfriend. Her caring side was always adorable and admirable.

“I insist.” Lauren smirked. “Besides, you’re just got off of the drip and you’re not fully recovered so I’m sure standing up longer will make you dizzy and getting dress won’t be easy.”

“Smooth reasoning.” Camila rolled her eyes as her lips crooked with smile.

“I just want to take care of my girl. Plus, I need to change too. I’m not going to spend the whole day with you here in the same clothes. I look like I just got back from Jurassic World.” She pointed at her look from head to toe.

They both took turn to wash up and change into new clothes. Camila took a little longer with a help from Lauren. Although she could do it by herself, she was happy to be pampered by her girlfriend. Thankfully Camila was placed in a single room with attached bathroom. So they could take as much time they need without getting disturbed. Lauren helped Camila put on the new freshly washed hospital gown and then went to wash herself up while Camila was having breakfast.

When Lauren walked out from the bathroom, she saw a nurse talking to Camila while checking her blood pressure. She looked pleasant in her uniform with her dark blonde hair up in a small bun. She was probably in her late 30s. She remembered seeing her before; the night Camila was admitted to the hospital so she thought the woman must be Camila’s attending nurse. The conversation between the two was indistinctive, but she could see the smile coming from the nurse so she was pretty sure everything was alright.

As she moved closer to them, the nurse had packed the blood pressure kit and was about to leave. “Your blood pressure is low, so you need more rest. Don’t walk too much at the moment or you may pass out again. Since you’re out of IV drip, make sure to drink a lot of water to keep you hydrated. Make sure to take your medication and get some rest.” She pointed to the small medication cup on the overbed table. “Dr. Reynolds will make his round in a few hours.” The lady said to Camila and then flashed a small smile to Lauren before left the room. Lauren stayed in silent and took a seat next to Camila on the bed.

“I’m glad you are here.” Camila flashed her infamous smile as she reached out her hand for Lauren to take. Her doe eyes gleamed with happiness. She hadn’t fully recovered, but she looked better than she was the night before. “That was so silly of me for thinking you really left.” She chuckled silently and looked down at their intertwined hands.

Lauren looked into Camila’s eyes. “Like I said last night, I won’t leave you, ever. Well, I do leave this morning, which I’m not supposed to leave silently like that, but that’s because you need fresh clothes, fresh underwear and other stuff. But I came back to you. So from now on, I will stay here with you until the doctor said you can go home.”

Camila let out a small giggle as she looked at the older Latina babbling. “As much as it’s annoying to hear you babbling, I’m totally okay with it now. At least you look adorable doing it.”

She then placed a kiss on the back of Camila’s hand. “You need to rest. Now, it’s time for your medication.” She took the medication cup and when she was about to move to take water, she stopped when she heard a sigh coming from Camila.

“I hate being sick. I’m tired of lying down all day.” Camila pouted with crossed arms on her chest.

Lauren couldn’t help but smile at her girlfriend’s adorable pout. She moved closer to her with the medication cup still in her hand. “You heard the nurse, right? It’s not like jumping around will help your blood pressure gets any better. So in order for you to get better, you need to take your medication.” She handed her the medication cup and a cup of water which Camila obliged.

There was a brief silence as Lauren looked fondly at Camila while she was downing the pill. Camila handed the cup to Lauren and leaned back on the bed. A few hours later while the young lovebirds were talking, laid down next to each other on the bed, there was a knock on the door. Their eyes swiftly moved to the door as Dr. Reynolds entered the room with a smile on his face. Lauren stood up and smiled back to him.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He walked towards Camilla. “So how are you feeling now, Ms. Cabello?”

“I feel better.” Camila answered while Lauren slid off from the bed and stood up.

“Good. Do you feel any pain in the past few hours?” He asked while flipping the file in on the overbed table.

“Nothing serious so far, just dull aches…but they sting.” Camila softly rubbed her stomach.

“Is it frequent?”

“Not really, it come and go, maybe a couple of times since I woke up this morning. But I feel better after I took the medication.” Camila said matter-of-factly.

Lauren only stood there, watching the conversation between them. How come Camila didn’t say anything about the dull ache she felt? Or maybe she got better in handling the pain?

He nodded then moved closer to Camila. “I’m going to put a pressure on your stomach and tell me if you feel any pain. May I?” He asked for a permission to touch her stomach just about her abdomen. When Camila nodded, giving him the permission, he placed a hand on top of another onto her stomach and pressed gently from left and slowly moving to the right. Suddenly Camila winced at the pressure and the doctor stopped. He pressed the same spot and Camila winced again.

Seeing the situation, Lauren felt slightly nervous especially when Camila grimaced at the pressure of the doctor’s hands. If a mild pressure could cause slight of ache, she couldn’t imagine the real pain Camila had to bear for quite some times.

The doctor took the file in the overbed table and scribbled something on it. “I can see here that your blood pressure is quite low, so that might trigger the pain again. But since you’ve taken your medication, you are fine for now. If the pain comes back, please inform the nurse.”

“What about the surgery?” Lauren asked with a serious look on her face.

“Her blood pressure is quite low so we’ll keep her monitored and we’ll see the progress in a day or two. I need to do a few examinations before we could remove the cyst. Although laparoscopy is a simple procedure, but it’s important to make sure the patient is in the best shape before surgery to avoid any undesirable circumstances. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you both informed. Have a good rest.” He flashed a warm smile to the ladies and left the room.

Camila huffed as the doctor closed the door behind him. She was relieved. Then she noticed Lauren’s bothered expression. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

Lauren turned to Camila. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Concern laced in her voice.

Camila reached out a hand and Lauren took it, motioned her to sit next to her. “It was just faint stinging feelings. You heard the doctor, I’m fine for now.”

“If you say so.” Lauren sat beside her, but the sound of her voice tells she wasn’t convinced. “I talked to him last night. Even though he said it’s treatable, but there’s also complication. So you can’t blame me for feeling a little anxious about it.” Lauren sighed.

“Lo, you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure the doctor knows what to do.” Camila rubbed the back of Lauren’s hand, reassuring her. “But honestly, I never thought it would be this serious. Now it explained the cramp and the fatigue I’ve been feeling for the past few weeks.��

“Wait, weeks? Camz…you’ve been having the cramp for weeks and not telling me about it.” Lauren heaved a sigh as she shook her head in disbelief.

“I thought it was menstrual stress and I could handle it myself. I don’t want to be a burden to you.” Camila tilted down her gaze, not wanting Lauren to see the tears that started to form in her eyes. She then played with the hem of the hospital gown she was wearing.

Lauren took Camila’s hands and held it tightly. “You’re not a burden. I love you and I care so much about you. When he told me about your condition, I was shocked. But foremost, I’m concerned. I lost my mind for a minute when I saw you unconscious. Don’t scare me like that again.”

“I’m sorry.” Guilt was evident in Camila’s eyes for the apprehension she caused her girlfriend. The tears unknowingly cascaded down.

“You don’t have to feel sorry and you don’t have to face this alone. I’m here for you and we’re going to get through this together. I want you to get better. I want my dorky Camz back.” Lauren smiled as she wiped the tears off the younger girl’s cheeks.

They spent the day together in the room like they used to at home. Lauren didn’t feel a need to go home anyway. She wanted to be by Camila’s side no matter how long it will take and make sure she was alright. Camila would whine once in a while about being bored, but Lauren put up with her pretty good. She tried her best to keep her company with anything she could; they talked, laughed, listened to music, watched TV and talked more. When Camila took a nap, Lauren would be either sleeping next to her or out to get something to eat.

In spite of the good moment they shared, both of them were aware about the unresolved issue between them. But they tried their best to avoid talking about it, in afraid of creating unwanted argument. They definitely don’t want to scream at each other in the hospital where there will be hundreds of eyes looking at them. They both knew they owe each other an explanation for their action. Camila would have a long explanation to make regarding the note she wrote long time ago and why it was hard for her to open up. Lauren would have a long explanation to make of why she felt she was deceived and acted such way towards Camila.

But the longer they kept their emotion under wraps, it will slowly eat them up. They both know they loved each other so much, but how strongly they believe in their love towards each other? They have been through a breakup before and none of them had any idea what would happen next in the relationship. Somehow they were both aware that this relationship won’t sail easily.

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