Post by Vivienne Daniels on Nov 29, 2020 18:50:22 GMT
Vivienne sat in the hospital bed. She had cards and flowers sitting by the windows. She tried to be calm, tried not to feel trapped inside the hospital room. But it was awful and quiet. She’d had a couple of visitors, Dawn, Caitlyn, Warren, Astrid, Pandora, Cals and Jess Reed had stopped by briefly.
She knew that some others had visited. She saw somethings from other people from work, a card from Verona. People cared. But she felt lonely.
Abigail arrived, carrying a bunch of yellow Chrysanthemums with a little card tucked inside.
“Hey Vivienne,” Abigail smiled. “Would have come sooner but got busy with work commitments. You know how it goes. Anyway…” Abigail takes the card out and passes it along to Vivienne before setting the flowers aside. “These are from Eternity an’ me.”
Vivienne reads the “Get Well Soon” card that is signed from Abigail and Eternity, in Abigail’s handwriting.
“She wasn’t sure you’d want to see her. She knows alotta people think of her as a bad person, the same as Rowan, but she really ain’t or at least doesn’t mean to be. It breaks my heart how people just don’t fuckin’ understand, ya know?” Abigail said, sitting down at Vivienne’s bedside.
“Sure.” Vivienne nodded, setting the card aside. She didn’t want to think about Rowan right now, she wanted to just wanted to forget. “Thanks for coming by.”
Abigail nodded, smiling slightly.
“So you and Eternity have moved past twitter interactions?”
“Kinda had no choice. I’m sure you’ve seen that I retained and she won the Heiress again. It seemed inevitable an’ a matter of destiny now. I don’t wanna face her but I know what a solid performance against her in the ring could do for the rest of my career…”
“You’ll do great. You don’t underestimate her and I’ll be rooting for you.”
“Thank you. You’re right, I don’t. I’ve always felt those who do are foolish. She’s more than she appears, I know it. I don’t know how or why, but I feel it.”
“I hope it works out for you.” Vivienne smiled. “I’ve never had much luck with destiny or anything like that. Might be the pain killers but I feel like Murphy’s law living example recently.”
“The good people often get the most shit in life. I’ve learned that over the last few years. I don’t know what the future holds for you Vivienne, I’m just glad it ain’t Xavier no more. You were wasted on him an’ deserve so much more.”
Vivienne looked at the ceiling, “never been great at love regardless. Sorry that’s just the mood I’m in. Feeling…” Vivienne looked down at the cast in her foot. “Trapped.”
“I can understand that,” Abigail said. “In some ways, we are completely opposite. You fall in love too easily, an’ I don’t. I have ta be careful, considerate. Around most folks anyway…”
“Depression has been awful here.” Vivienne looked over at Abigail. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to though. Proud of you. You’re doing great. I don’t remember all of the Pay per view with…” she gestured to the IV. “But you did well out there.”
“I wish I could have done more against...her, but it was not meant to be. At least I survived, an’ even though I know it doesn’t feel like it from when she put me in here the first time two years ago…” Abigail looked around the dull white hospital room. “In the end, I emerged stronger than before an’ so will you. I know it.”
“I hope so. Physical therapy and you know the regular kind will take some time but who knows? Maybe it’s just not meant to happen.”
“Have faith,” Abigail smiled, taking Vivienne’s hand in both her own. “I believe in you.”
Vivienne smiled, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I am glad you’re here. I know you like to avoid certain people I hang out with. So it does mean a lot.”
“Yeah, well, can you blame me? It’s a little weird to find out Warren an’ Dawn, who I thought were just colleagues, are by blood relation, my nephew and niece, ain’t it?”
“No, I get that. Just thankful.” Vivienne nodded. “I guess I’m just… tired. I’m thankful for people who care.”
“Well I care,” Abigail smiled, getting up. “Maybe I should let you rest. Call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you. I will. I’ll probably need a ride home at some point.” Vivienne giggled. “Doubt I can drive myself for a while.”
“When they let you out of here, let me know, I can send one of my brothers,” Abigail grinned, hugging Vivienne briefly. “‘Till then, take care of yourself an’ don’t lose sight of the light at the end of the tunnel…”
Abigail leaves and crosses paths briefly with Shea O’Hara, who enters.
“She’s tired, so take it easy, yeah?” Abigail whispered.
Shea nods, and waits for Abigail to leave before turning to Vivienne.
“Thought about bringing you flowers, chocolates or maybe even a brand new stuffed animal to add to your collection, but then I figured everyone else probably brought you enough of that crap. So I brought you the one thing nobody else could, the one thing you didn’t have yet...
Shea takes a moment to gesture to herself with a wide sweeping motion down her sides.
“Me…” Shea grinned. “Hope you’re not too disappointed.”
Vivienne’s entire face light up, “you could never disappoint! Shea oh my god! Hi! I’d get up and suffocate you in hugs but I’m meant to be bed bound.”
Shea practically skips over to Vivienne’s bedside and embraces her in a soft hug. “I’m just glad you’re finally fully conscious. In the ambulance a month ago, you were drifting in and out on our ride over here.”
“You rode with me?” Vivienne beamed, taking comfort in the hug from Shea. “Aw, that’s amazing.”
“Of course! What else are besties for? Besides some things are more important than sitting around backstage as an agent reminiscing about the days you used to do this to any bright eyed rookie who will listen. That’s more of an Emma Danielson thing.” Shea smiled.
“It means a lot to me.” Vivienne felt all the dark and gloom that had been her mood only a few minutes ago disappeared with Shea’s face being here. “It’s nice having you here. I mean you know, in this hotel room that is clearly not a hospital room because I got straight up murdered on tv.”
Vivienne winked, “Seriously though. You look great by the way.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself, especially for a murder victim,” Shea teased. “Nice to know Rowan apparently keeps pictures of me to reminisce and intimidate her opponents when she’s feeling particularly dark and gloomy, by the way. I saw her promo, that’s not creepy at all,” Shea smiled.
“I mean, let’s be fair. You are the prettiest girl in the company. I might not agree with all the murder vibes but keeping your photo makes sense to me.” Vivienne grinned.
“Well, I mean, my exes have wanted to keep worse. Everything from a lock of my hair to my bath water,” Shea shudders. “So a half demon bitch keeping a photograph is pretty mild for stunts we’ve both seen pulled in this line of work over the last couple of years, really.”
“I think Xavier might have some sex tapes of me.” Vivienne tapped her chin in thought, “But I took the dogs so I think I win.”
“You definitely win,” Shea smiled. “Cute dogs can only ever be trumped by cute cats.”
“Oh man… I am so not going to have time to do my annual ‘look at my cute dogs in holiday sweaters’ thing this year. Stupid broken bones.” Vivienne pouted slightly, “Not that I’m sure people are clamoring for that. But t’s so hard to find Hanukkah dog sweaters. I mean, I have the one you got me for Daisy for last year still but…”
“I’m happy to help, you know, dress them up, take pictures or whatever. I know how much the tradition means to you, and let’s be honest, Rowan has already taken so much from you, I’m not about to let her take this from you too.”
“You would? Oh I could kiss you. You’re the best” Vivienne practically squealed with excitement. “I know it’s not a simple task but if you’d be willing to help I would be in your debt.”
“You don’t owe me anything, V,” Shea said, leaning over and kissing Vivienne on her forehead. “I want to do it, just for the fun of it. It might even help take your mind off shit and help you recover faster.”
Vivienne flushed slightly at the kiss but waved off the feeling as best she could, “Recovery. Yeah, I guess that’s the high hopes of the moment. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t wrestle. It’s the only thing I’m really good at.”
“You know, sometimes Vivienne Yael Rodgers, you give yourself far too little credit,” Shea said. “It’s not the only thing you’re good at, that’s your grandpa’s nonsense talking.”
“You’re right.” Vivienne lightly tapped herself on the back of the head. “Sometimes he talks through my mouth. Sorry. Thank you for calling me on it. I need that. You’re so good for me.”
“Hey, somebody has to be,” Shea smiled. “Might as well be your best friend.”
“I wish this hospital bed was bigger so we could cuddle and watch a movie or something.” Vivienne smiled back at Shea. “I’ve missed that.”
“Me too,” Shea smiled. “I guess we know what we’re doing when they finally let you out of here then.”
“Yeah, that would be nice. I did get that super couch from Ikea recently so we could cuddle and the dogs can cuddle. It’ll be a giant cuddle pile filled with all the best people in my life.” Vivienne beamed.
There was a soft knock at the door before Doctor Leon stepped in, “Ah, you have a visitor. Is it alright to discuss medical records in front of her?”
“Totally. She’s my person.” Vivienne nodded. “So what’s the latest?”
“We are actually feeling comfortable enough with your physical Therapy to release you. We have some prescriptions we obviously need to fill to send with you but I thought it would be good to let you know so you can secure a way home.”
“Finally, some good news!” Shea beamed, “I’d be happy to take her home. Thanks, Doc.”
She knew that some others had visited. She saw somethings from other people from work, a card from Verona. People cared. But she felt lonely.
Abigail arrived, carrying a bunch of yellow Chrysanthemums with a little card tucked inside.
“Hey Vivienne,” Abigail smiled. “Would have come sooner but got busy with work commitments. You know how it goes. Anyway…” Abigail takes the card out and passes it along to Vivienne before setting the flowers aside. “These are from Eternity an’ me.”
Vivienne reads the “Get Well Soon” card that is signed from Abigail and Eternity, in Abigail’s handwriting.
“She wasn’t sure you’d want to see her. She knows alotta people think of her as a bad person, the same as Rowan, but she really ain’t or at least doesn’t mean to be. It breaks my heart how people just don’t fuckin’ understand, ya know?” Abigail said, sitting down at Vivienne’s bedside.
“Sure.” Vivienne nodded, setting the card aside. She didn’t want to think about Rowan right now, she wanted to just wanted to forget. “Thanks for coming by.”
Abigail nodded, smiling slightly.
“So you and Eternity have moved past twitter interactions?”
“Kinda had no choice. I’m sure you’ve seen that I retained and she won the Heiress again. It seemed inevitable an’ a matter of destiny now. I don’t wanna face her but I know what a solid performance against her in the ring could do for the rest of my career…”
“You’ll do great. You don’t underestimate her and I’ll be rooting for you.”
“Thank you. You’re right, I don’t. I’ve always felt those who do are foolish. She’s more than she appears, I know it. I don’t know how or why, but I feel it.”
“I hope it works out for you.” Vivienne smiled. “I’ve never had much luck with destiny or anything like that. Might be the pain killers but I feel like Murphy’s law living example recently.”
“The good people often get the most shit in life. I’ve learned that over the last few years. I don’t know what the future holds for you Vivienne, I’m just glad it ain’t Xavier no more. You were wasted on him an’ deserve so much more.”
Vivienne looked at the ceiling, “never been great at love regardless. Sorry that’s just the mood I’m in. Feeling…” Vivienne looked down at the cast in her foot. “Trapped.”
“I can understand that,” Abigail said. “In some ways, we are completely opposite. You fall in love too easily, an’ I don’t. I have ta be careful, considerate. Around most folks anyway…”
“Depression has been awful here.” Vivienne looked over at Abigail. “It’s nice to have someone to talk to though. Proud of you. You’re doing great. I don’t remember all of the Pay per view with…” she gestured to the IV. “But you did well out there.”
“I wish I could have done more against...her, but it was not meant to be. At least I survived, an’ even though I know it doesn’t feel like it from when she put me in here the first time two years ago…” Abigail looked around the dull white hospital room. “In the end, I emerged stronger than before an’ so will you. I know it.”
“I hope so. Physical therapy and you know the regular kind will take some time but who knows? Maybe it’s just not meant to happen.”
“Have faith,” Abigail smiled, taking Vivienne’s hand in both her own. “I believe in you.”
Vivienne smiled, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I am glad you’re here. I know you like to avoid certain people I hang out with. So it does mean a lot.”
“Yeah, well, can you blame me? It’s a little weird to find out Warren an’ Dawn, who I thought were just colleagues, are by blood relation, my nephew and niece, ain’t it?”
“No, I get that. Just thankful.” Vivienne nodded. “I guess I’m just… tired. I’m thankful for people who care.”
“Well I care,” Abigail smiled, getting up. “Maybe I should let you rest. Call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you. I will. I’ll probably need a ride home at some point.” Vivienne giggled. “Doubt I can drive myself for a while.”
“When they let you out of here, let me know, I can send one of my brothers,” Abigail grinned, hugging Vivienne briefly. “‘Till then, take care of yourself an’ don’t lose sight of the light at the end of the tunnel…”
Abigail leaves and crosses paths briefly with Shea O’Hara, who enters.
“She’s tired, so take it easy, yeah?” Abigail whispered.
Shea nods, and waits for Abigail to leave before turning to Vivienne.
“Thought about bringing you flowers, chocolates or maybe even a brand new stuffed animal to add to your collection, but then I figured everyone else probably brought you enough of that crap. So I brought you the one thing nobody else could, the one thing you didn’t have yet...
Shea takes a moment to gesture to herself with a wide sweeping motion down her sides.
“Me…” Shea grinned. “Hope you’re not too disappointed.”
Vivienne’s entire face light up, “you could never disappoint! Shea oh my god! Hi! I’d get up and suffocate you in hugs but I’m meant to be bed bound.”
Shea practically skips over to Vivienne’s bedside and embraces her in a soft hug. “I’m just glad you’re finally fully conscious. In the ambulance a month ago, you were drifting in and out on our ride over here.”
“You rode with me?” Vivienne beamed, taking comfort in the hug from Shea. “Aw, that’s amazing.”
“Of course! What else are besties for? Besides some things are more important than sitting around backstage as an agent reminiscing about the days you used to do this to any bright eyed rookie who will listen. That’s more of an Emma Danielson thing.” Shea smiled.
“It means a lot to me.” Vivienne felt all the dark and gloom that had been her mood only a few minutes ago disappeared with Shea’s face being here. “It’s nice having you here. I mean you know, in this hotel room that is clearly not a hospital room because I got straight up murdered on tv.”
Vivienne winked, “Seriously though. You look great by the way.”
“You don’t look half bad yourself, especially for a murder victim,” Shea teased. “Nice to know Rowan apparently keeps pictures of me to reminisce and intimidate her opponents when she’s feeling particularly dark and gloomy, by the way. I saw her promo, that’s not creepy at all,” Shea smiled.
“I mean, let’s be fair. You are the prettiest girl in the company. I might not agree with all the murder vibes but keeping your photo makes sense to me.” Vivienne grinned.
“Well, I mean, my exes have wanted to keep worse. Everything from a lock of my hair to my bath water,” Shea shudders. “So a half demon bitch keeping a photograph is pretty mild for stunts we’ve both seen pulled in this line of work over the last couple of years, really.”
“I think Xavier might have some sex tapes of me.” Vivienne tapped her chin in thought, “But I took the dogs so I think I win.”
“You definitely win,” Shea smiled. “Cute dogs can only ever be trumped by cute cats.”
“Oh man… I am so not going to have time to do my annual ‘look at my cute dogs in holiday sweaters’ thing this year. Stupid broken bones.” Vivienne pouted slightly, “Not that I’m sure people are clamoring for that. But t’s so hard to find Hanukkah dog sweaters. I mean, I have the one you got me for Daisy for last year still but…”
“I’m happy to help, you know, dress them up, take pictures or whatever. I know how much the tradition means to you, and let’s be honest, Rowan has already taken so much from you, I’m not about to let her take this from you too.”
“You would? Oh I could kiss you. You’re the best” Vivienne practically squealed with excitement. “I know it’s not a simple task but if you’d be willing to help I would be in your debt.”
“You don’t owe me anything, V,” Shea said, leaning over and kissing Vivienne on her forehead. “I want to do it, just for the fun of it. It might even help take your mind off shit and help you recover faster.”
Vivienne flushed slightly at the kiss but waved off the feeling as best she could, “Recovery. Yeah, I guess that’s the high hopes of the moment. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t wrestle. It’s the only thing I’m really good at.”
“You know, sometimes Vivienne Yael Rodgers, you give yourself far too little credit,” Shea said. “It’s not the only thing you’re good at, that’s your grandpa’s nonsense talking.”
“You’re right.” Vivienne lightly tapped herself on the back of the head. “Sometimes he talks through my mouth. Sorry. Thank you for calling me on it. I need that. You’re so good for me.”
“Hey, somebody has to be,” Shea smiled. “Might as well be your best friend.”
“I wish this hospital bed was bigger so we could cuddle and watch a movie or something.” Vivienne smiled back at Shea. “I’ve missed that.”
“Me too,” Shea smiled. “I guess we know what we’re doing when they finally let you out of here then.”
“Yeah, that would be nice. I did get that super couch from Ikea recently so we could cuddle and the dogs can cuddle. It’ll be a giant cuddle pile filled with all the best people in my life.” Vivienne beamed.
There was a soft knock at the door before Doctor Leon stepped in, “Ah, you have a visitor. Is it alright to discuss medical records in front of her?”
“Totally. She’s my person.” Vivienne nodded. “So what’s the latest?”
“We are actually feeling comfortable enough with your physical Therapy to release you. We have some prescriptions we obviously need to fill to send with you but I thought it would be good to let you know so you can secure a way home.”
“Finally, some good news!” Shea beamed, “I’d be happy to take her home. Thanks, Doc.”
Well howdy there pardner.