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adoptedmadrigal2 · 2 years
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Sometimes you just need some support
MALL TRIP!
Much celebration was present at the Madrigal house, Isabela had gotten herself perfect grades across the board, after lots of secret long nights of cramming that only Dolores knew about. She would text Isa with practice questions, and her cousin would just speak the answer out loud, knowing her Prima could hear her perfectly. Despite working almost just as hard, Dolores only managed high B's, due to all the noises not only in the exam hall, but throughout the school dividing her attention. It was lucky she got a bit of extra time otherwise she didn't think she wouldn't manage it. 
Both of them got into their first choice of college, and a night of celebrations ensued. When Antonio was put to bed, the alcohol came out. Julieta made sure to keep an eye on Isabela as she had inherited her Tía's affinity for wine. Dolores had one glass of gin and tonic, but decided she’d had enough after that. It was then that Abuela came down the stairs with two fancy gold envelopes. One hand-painted with pink flowers, and the other with purple ones. The two young ladies gently took them, careful not to damage the wonderful art. Abuela stood back and smiled as her eldest granddaughters’ faces lit up in shock and awe, then appreciation, pulling out €200 each. 
Isa was first to grateful tears, mainly because she was one too many drinks in. She went to give her Abuela  a big hug, quickly followed by her Prima. Despite being slightly tipsy, she noticed Mirabel biting her lip, looking away, and holding her arm. She knew exactly what Mira was thinking, and wished her sister could just be happy for her for one day, but decided to open the hugs to her sisters and they all had a big squeeze. Dolores gave Camilo a fist bump as he was in a phase of not liking hugs. 
Abuela spoke kindly "I saw a new shopping centre just into the city, maybe you all could have a trip out to start this new chapter of your lives." 
"Thank you so much, Abuela." Dolores spoke and nodded.
"Yes, Thank you so much." Isa followed. 
The rest of the night mostly consisted of a game where they had to tell which family member was themselves and which was Camilo. They both stood behind a curtain, Camilo would shift and then switch places a few times then everyone else had to take a guess. Isa was told by Juli to stop drinking as she was getting very sleepy and existential, but she needed to be carried to bed by her mum in the end as she overdid it.
 The next morning, well, close to afternoon. Isabela finally emerged from her flower den after nearly overcoming her hangover, still in her pink nightgown deciding comfort was more important than appearance after the night she had.  She headed down for breakfast straight away, having only one slice of toast even though she wanted two. Mirabel and Luisa sitting at the table, for a good 10 minutes now; she had challenged Luisa to an arm wrestle. Isa couldn't help but chuckle slightly, Luisa didn't want to win, but Mira was not giving up. 
"Good morning, mi hermanas." Isa spoke softly, sipping her turmeric green tea, made by her mother for the expressed purpose to cure headaches, whilst also having a dash of caffeine to wake her up. 
"Morning Sis." Luisa replied, taking her attention away from Mirabel tugging at her arm with both of her arms, causing Luisa's arm to hit the table. Mirabel slapped the table with her other hand and let out a huge cheer which made Isa glad she had started drinking the tea. 
"Do either of you wanna go to the mall today? We can spend some of the money that we got, plus the money that we saved up from summer-" Isabela had barely finished asking her sisters on the trip before Dolores' footsteps rushed down the stairs to the dining room. 
"Did I hear mention of a potential trip?" She poked her head round the corner. 
Isa laughed slightly "No, your gift must be playing up.”
 
"I would like to go to the one in Santafé." Dolores suggested, barely paying attention to her cousin’s teasing.
"Alright, but you’re driving." She handed her now empty mug to Julieta and stood up. "Meet back here ready in half an hour and we’ll go. Oh and ask Camilo, though, I doubt he will be interested."  Isabela told going to her flowery den once more to get dressed.
***
Luisa chose to go casual but cute with her look, choosing a navy blue tank top that stopped just above her bellybutton. She paired it with a black skirt that reaches her mid thigh, and a pair of black converse high tops to add her cute dorky touch to the outfit. With her hair, she decided to let Pepa do two french braids. 
“going with the girls into Santafe?”  she asked when Luisa settled between her knees making it easier for her to do the braids.
“Si, i have all that money saved from my summer jobs, plus it’ll be time to spend time with my sisters and cousin,” Luisa explained
“That’s nice Lulu, what do you think you’ll buy? new clothes, maybe some room accessories?” Pepa asked parting Luisa’s hair. 
“Well, there was this awesome book series i heard about from some of my friends i wanted to get from the bookstore along with maybe some more marvel decorations for my room;  I was looking with pa a few weeks ago and saw this really cool journal i wanna buy , the cover looked like it was made of tobacco leaves and the pages inside were natural made. Maybe some clothes if I find something I really like,” Luisa told.  pepa nodded and continued to talk to her niece while she braided her hair.        
Dolores chose to wear a patterned off-the-shoulder white blouse, with a lavender skirt, and light wooden bracelets. She applied some light foundation, brushed her hair but chose to keep it down, and then put on her headphones. She didn't plan to listen to music, but she knew the mall might be full of noises that she didn't want to ruin her nice day out.
Isabela pondered on all her clothes for a while, before finally sighing and choosing a long white dress with a brown belt around her waist, as well as skin colour tights, and black heels with some lace details. She thought it would be fine for now, though an awful pimple was throbbing on her forehead. She quickly covered the seemingly glowing blemish with concealer and after she finished her makeup with some light eyeshadow and a bold lip, she returned downstairs. 
Mirabel was struggling, she had barely got upstairs before she felt that ever-so-familiar ache of her entire body and the sharp sting in her abdomen. She hurried to the bathroom to be sick, before cleaning up, getting dressed, and decided to try and ignore it. She was very excited about this and didn't want to let her body ruin it. it wasn’t everyday your sister invited you to go with her to santa fe for a shopping spree. 
 
Camilo wasn't bothered about going to the mall but asked for snacks, which Dolores laughed at but agreed to bring him some. 
When the four girls met back in the dining room to leave, Luisa noticed Mirabel looked pale. Her normal pink cheeks were flushed and she looked miserable.  
"Mir, are you ok? You look sick," Luisa asked, putting a hand on the younger girl's shoulder. 
"I'm fine," Mirabel assured. 
"No you're not. I heard you in the bathroom," Dolores pointed out. Mirabel mentally cursed her cousin’s gift before defending herself. 
"I'll be fine, come on guys," Mirabel lied. 
Isabela picked up on this lie and told Mirabel 
“you’re not going, I’m sorry but you’re sick, I don’t want you to be miserable and like this, you would be,” 
“She’s right mija, they’ll bring you something home,” Julieta said, guiding her daughter to sit down at the table with a cup of ginger tea. 
“Ok, I guess we’ll go now. Sorry lil sis, I’ll bring you some new PJ’s, I saw some harry potter ones you’ll absolutely love,” Isabela said as the three eldest headed toward the door. 
Dolores grabbed her keys and they all piled into her pristine white jeep to head into santa fe. 
When they finally got into the city they found the mall and spent about 20 minutes trying to find a decent parking spot. 
“Jeez nobody in the city knows how to park here,” Dolores grumbled
“Look there’s a spot,” Isa pointed to an empty spot between two cars, it was about as good as they were going to get so Dolores pulled into the spot putting the jeep in park. 
The three piled out and straightened their clothes. Finally they made their way out of the parking lot and into the air conditioned mall. Dolores winced before pulling her headphones onto her ears.
The trio walked around the mall shopping and enjoying each other’s company. They went through lots of stores buying books, posters, and clothes before eventually coming across a Victoria’s Secret near the food court. 
“C’mon, lets go we have plenty of money left over,” Isabela persuaded 
“Isa, are you sure? it’s really expensive” Dolores asked, unsure of her cousin’s choice. 
“I know, c’mon Lola it’ll be fine, plus it would help you win over that hunk you have a huge crush on,” Isa said pulling her arm. 
“You know she isnt gonna let up Lola, might as well treat yourself to some new underwear,” Luisa told her cousin. 
“ok,” Dolores sighed before her cousins dragged her into the shop. 
The pink walls were inviting as Dolores looked at the many racks of bras and underwear that were everywhere around her. A display of bras caught her eye with an enticing red lace one being on the display.
“Let’s look at these Lola, I’m sure mariano would absolutely love them” Isa told, dragging Dolores over to the display she was eyeing. 
“Red suits you,” Isa said as she held a red bra up to Dolores’s chest, seemingly surveying how it looked with her skintone. 
Changing the subject to deflect the attention  she asked Luisa, “Lu have you found anything you like?”
“Not quite, I’ve found some nice red and black sets, but I really want something dark blue,” she tells, placing a bra back on the rack. 
“Isa, can you pick me out something while I help lu look for a set she likes?” Dolores asked    
“Sure, once we find some we’d like to try on we can go to the dressing rooms.”
after about a half hour dolores had found about three sets for luisa and two sets of her own knowing isa probably had plenty more for her to try. 
When they went to the dressing rooms, Luisa was the first to try her sets on. The first one was a dark blue push up bra with matching lace underwear. Taking a step out of the dressing room, Luisa felt really self concious. That feeling was quickly diminished as her sister and cousin hyped her up.  
Spending nearly an hour taking turns trying on lots of different sets of lingerie they settled on two sets each and finally left the mall returning home 20 minutes to curfew. 
“How was the trip, girls?” Julieta asked, finishing up the last of the dishes from dinner. 
“it was good, how’s Mira doing?” Isabela asked 
“She’s not feeling too well, her cv’s acting up because she’s due for her period,”  Pepa said rounding the corner with an empty mug.
“So, what did you get?” Pepa asked nosily trying to peek in the bags that were put on the table,
“nothing much, I got some clothes and Cami some snacks,” Dolores said pulling various skirts and dresses out of the bag
“What did you two get?” Julieta asked drying her hands on her towel. She walked toward the table as Isabela told,
“Lu got some books and stuff for her room, we both got some clothes, I got some new shoes and a new set of sheets, oh and I bought mirabel some cute marauders map and ravenclaw pajamas”
“And just who are you three trying to impress with these?” Pepa asked teasingly as she held up one of Dolores’s lacy lingerie sets. 
“noone,” Luisa quickly replied her cheeks tinting pink 
“she’s right, we’re not trying to impress anyone.  when we were getting ready to leave I suggested we take a look since we had enough money for each of us to get at least one set or something,” Isabela explained as Pepa pulled another set out of the pink and black bag. 
“Well I must say you have some good taste,”  Julieta told taking a look at the mauve bra Isabela bought. 
“Did you bring me snacks?” Camilo asked, coming downstairs.
“Yes I got your snacks, now leave,” Dolores said, throwing Camilo a bag filled with his favourite snacks and candy. 
“not a chance hermana, what else did you get?” Camilo asked, approaching the table where their lingerie was laid out. Isabela picked up on Dolores’s behaviour and slid some bags over to obstruct his view and give her more room to take a better look at some of the wall art Luisa got for her room.
“Just some wall art for my room and pyjamas for Mirabel,” Luisa said, acting as casual as she could, knowing her mother and aunt were looking at her underwear that she bought. 
“Sure, I’m going back to my room,” Camilo shrugged, heading upstairs.
After about an hour of conversation with Pepa and Julieta the three eldest girls went upstairs to accompany Mirabel in her room and cheer her up.
hope you enjoy ❤
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kawaiianimekitten · 2 years
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Cheater! Amajiki x reader pt. 2/ Version 1 of Aftermath of Cheating
A/N: there are going to be 3 different endings in this, so you can pick which one you prefer. This is the first one.
Summary: it all ends up being a misunderstanding
TW- Slight mention of SA, Not edited/looked over.
Ending 1:
It was hurting him that you wouldn't even look at him and were avoiding him like the plague. He wanted his bunny back. He wanted to be able to explain what actually happened. He hasn't talked to Miro since that day. After a week, kiroshima confronted you, tired of seeing Tamaki so down.
"Y/N! And you should really have a conversation with Amajiki... I know it's probably the last thing you want to do but you can't run from it forever... That wouldn't be very manly..." You say, knowing it's true, but still not wanting to do it.
"I no... I'll do it after class tomorrow..."
"You better! I think Bakubro is getting tired of me talking about it, and might blow up the whole school." You giggle a little. You had only briefly met the people in class 1-A, but knowing that the blonde boy definitely had some anger issues. You reassure him you will talk to Tamaki and go to your dorm. You lay in bed, trying to think of what you'll say... You end up passing out after imagining different ways tomorrow could go while crying over them...
The next day, you see Tamaki try to approach you in the morning and you duck into a bathroom, not quite ready to face him.
"I'll do it at the end of the day. I'll do it at the end of the day." You repeat, trying to compose yourself. You walk to class quickly and get there just before the bell rings.
At the end of the day you gather all your confidence. You go to your dorm and change and collect your thoughts.
"ok. You can do this. You can't put it off forever." You tell yourself, pacing back and forth. You grab a little stress ball and put it in your pocket, then head to Tamaki's dorm.
Once you get there you take a deep breath and knock. You don't hear anything for a moment. You get your hopes up thinking he's not there, but then you hear him get out of bed and walk to the door. When he opens it, he looks so miserable.
"I told you to leave me a-" he stops mid sentence as soon as he sees it's you. His eyes widen and he freezes. You squeeze the stress ball as you look at him. His hair is very messy, as if he had just woken up from a nap. He has dark bags under his eyes and he looks like he's been crying. He's wearing a hoodie that's slightly too big for him as well as some sweatpants.
"Hey..." You say, hoping it'll make him do something or say something. He tears up and wraps his arms around you quickly. He starts bawling and saying things that are either inaudible or that he doesn't finish.
"i-im so s-sor- i-i mi- I s-sti-ll lo- p-please f-f- abjsban." You're surprised that his action, and decide to just wait till he calms down.
"p-please let me explain bunny... I still love y-you and wanna be with you, s-so please j-ju-just let me explain." He begs.
"ok, fine." You say as you walk into his dorm and sit down, not feeling like standing anymore. He sits on the bed, against the wall with his legs pulled to his chest.
"M-Mirio went in to kiss me and I froze up and didn't know what to do. He took my freezing as a "go ahead," but it wasn't... I just completely froze... I know I should've pushed him away, but I couldn't get my body to move until I saw you... I-i know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth... I love you, and want you to be happy, not hurting..." He says. You process what he's saying for a moment before crawling to him and laying your head on his shoulder.
"I believe you. But if I ever catch anything like that happening again, weather you do it purposefully or you just freeze up, I'm not taking you back." You hug his arm and close your eyes. "Understand?."
"O-Of course B-Bunny." He pulls you onto his lap and holds you.
"Also, you aren't getting kisses until you brush your teeth and use mouth wash and wash your lips a hundred times." You add on. "I don't want to taste Mirio." You say, fake gagging.
He nods his head and pulls you closer. "I-I'll do anything to have you back, b-bunny."
You kiss his cheek, then cuddle into him. "I also want you to buy me some chips."
He giggles. "Anything for my precious bunny."
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dreamwithluv · 3 years
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traitor. huang renjun.
wherein y/n & renjun break up on 'good' terms, but he's soon to be seen with his best friend that he'd always be clingy and touchy with. y/n thinks this is the most devastating thing, so she turns her thoughts into lyrics. renjun hears the song on the radio one day, thinking that it's by y/n and it's about him. he comes to the realization that he misses y/n and will do anything to have her back in his arms.
warnings female!reader x renjun. this story will probably be all over the place so bare with me. 😭 also it's in 3rd person & based off of olivia rodrigo's song, traitor. enjoy! <3
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It's been two weeks time since Y/N and Renjun split ways, and they're still missing each other. Y/N struggled with taking down all their couples pictures and deleting his contact. Meanwhile Renjun was in a groupchat with NCT Dream and they would endlessly talk about how he fumbled the bag pretty badly with Y/N.
They weren't wrong. Y/N and Renjun really had it made. They were both in their 20s, but had been lovers since high school. Y/N remembered all the times they hid behind the bleachers and teased each other. Realization soon hit. They would never have that again. And Y/N couldn't seem to wrap her head around the thought.
Renjun was still heartbroken, so he found a distraction, or rather, a pain reliever. He figured dating his best friend would help him to fall out of love with Y/N. Well, he was very wrong. It only made him miss her more. He never got the light but affectionate kisses placed on his face whenever he got home, or the movie nights where it was 5% actually watching the movie and 95% talking.
Posting on his Instagram to have his friends support this sudden relationship was the only solution, although it wouldn't solve anything, it'd be fun to watch everyone react and jump out of their seats when they see that Renjun and Y/N had broken up.
Without knowledge of this, Y/N had forgotten to unfollow Renjun. She had been scrolling through her rather dry Instagram feed when she saw a post with Renjun's username captioned "my love." It wouldn't have bothered Y/N that much if he'd just changed the caption, because that's what he used to call her.
Tears started forming in her eyes, which eventually rolled down her cheeks and down to the neck of her shirt. She needed someone to talk to because she couldn't stand bottling up her emotions anymore, so she called the only person she knew would truly help and not just make a joke of the matter.
Kim Doyoung.
A ring could be heard from both sides of the phone as Doyoung picked up within about five seconds. "Hey, Y/N," Doyoung voiced into the phone, setting it to speaker. "Doyoung-ah. I'm not over him," Y/N mustered out before drowning her face in tears and muffled sobs. "Woah, relax Y/N," Doyoung comforted. "I'll be over in 10 minutes."
He arrives at her house, as assigned, ringing the doorbell two times before Y/N answers. Smeared mascara and smudged lipstick could be seen on her face. Doyoung's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight. "Y/N..." he whispers, engulfing her into a hug.
"Please help me get over him."
One hour later . . .
God knows where the hell Doyoung had managed to bring in a chalkboard, but he did, and was currently lecturing Y/N about the do's and don'ts of relationships. She felt like dozing off right then and there because this was no use at all. She'd been in three past relationships, she knew what to do in one.
It was only until Doyoung started coming up with plans that she started tuning in. "Plan A," he stated, clicking his chalk against the board. "Music. If you can't figure out a way to get over him, write songs about it." Y/N let out a satisfied 'ooh', signaling she'd been (finally) listening in to the conversation.
"Plan B," Doyoung then again clicked his chalk against the chalkboard, underlining the words 'Plan B.' "Make him jealous somehow." Y/N nodded and anticipated the final plan, Plan C. Come to think of it, the name of the plans should've been more fun and interesting, but oh well.
"And...Plan C," Y/N bit her lip, eager to hear what he had to say, "If all else fails, I'll get you two pints of ice cream and binge watch So Not Worth It with you." The girl laughed at Doyoung's drastic change of plans. "Okay," she giggled, wiping off a tear.
"Now, wash your face and stop drowning your sorrows in Chips Ahoy cookies."
A couple minutes later . . .
Doyoung left the house, leaving a very satisfied Y/N alone at last. She promised herself she would never cry over Renjun for as long as she breathes. Promises are meant to be broken and she soon realized she wouldn't be able to keep the promise, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't like she was promising anything to Renjun himself.
Remembering what Doyoung had suggested, Y/N whipped out her notepad and got to brainstorming ideas for songs. When she was done with that, now came the hard part. Writing the actual song. An idea soon came into play, and she started writing once more.
You betrayed me,
and i know that you'll never feel sorry
for the way i hurt.
yeah, you talked to her when we were together
you gave me your word, but that didn't matter
it took you two weeks to go off and date her
guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.
Y/N finished writing the song and sang it to see how it sounded. Perfect. It'd take awhile to actually get the song out, mainly because she has to record it in a studio and record a music video that correlates to the song. Y/N didn't know any producers so she posted an offer on her social media platforms which was basically her asking for a personal producer.
Someone eventually got to the post and he was luckily a very famous producer. They had met up and started recording the song. It took a couple days because Y/N had little to no singing training or practice, but she soon got the hang of it. All she needed was to match her tone to the flow and beat of the song.
Y/N really didn't have the energy to film a music video, so she just made a lyric video instead.
It really took off, because the producer she was working with promoted the song on all platforms, and so did Y/N. There were dozens of comments on the video and most of them were positive, others were criticism and the rest was just people wondering who the song was about.
The next day when Renjun was driving somewhere he turned on his radio and heard Y/N's voice. "Hello, it's Y/N. Tune in to hear my debut song, Traitor." Renjun smiled inside at the thought of hearing Y/N's singing voice as he only knew how she sounded when she spoke normally.
As the song started, Renjun started to find the groove of the beat. He was tapping his fingers on his steering wheel until the song started.
"Brown guilty eyes and little white lies, yeah, I played dumb but I always knew that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse, I kept quiet so I could keep you."
Just when the beat dropped and the "you betrayed me" part played, realization washed over him. This song is about me, he thought. A wave of guilt overcame him as his facial expression saddened. He'd noticed how she poured her whole heart into the song, all because of Renjun, who left her heartbroken.
"Shit," he mutters to no one in particular, "I have to win her back."
Night time . . .
It's about 1:30 AM when Renjun decides to finally settle into bed. Wrapping the blanket around himself, all he could think about Y/N and how she would snuggle herself into his arms after a long and warm shower. Without thinking, he messages Y/N.
junnie <3 (1:32 AM)
i miss you.
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mi primer amor 💞 (1:33 AM)
i miss you too :( i really loved you, renjun.
read 1:33 AM
junnie <3 (1:34 AM)
i know, and i'm sorry. i know you aren't ready to forgive me, but i'll be waiting for you, my love.
read 1:34 AM
mi primer amor 💞 (1:35 AM)
thank you. again, i love you so much and i really miss you. friends?
read 1:35 AM
junnie <3 (1:36 AM)
best friends, i love you! now get some rest girl 😭
read 1:36 AM
mi primer amor 💞 (1:37 AM)
finnneee you hater </3 goodnight!
read 1:37 AM
junnie <3 (1:38 AM)
goodnight <333 get lots of rest :))
read 1:38 AM
that's about it! i'll make sure to do a part two if you want it. i hope you enjoyed!
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la-tia-panchita · 3 years
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Letter to José
José when you receive this letter without reason, you'll know it was all over between us.
Fandom: The Three Caballeros
Relationship: José/Panchito
Notes: Hi everyone! I just wanna to tell that I have made my first Panjose fanfic! (Well it is a songifc :b) and although it's on ao3 I want to share it here too! Hope you like it!! ^^. The song with which I was based to make this songfic is called " Carta a Eufemia" and it is interpreted by Pedro Infante, I’ll leave you the song at the end!
Two years had already passed since the filming of the three caballeros and with it two years of courtship between the Brazilian parrot and the Mexican rooster, making family and friends more than happy for the couple; in Brazil because it is the couple with whom the green feathers lasted the longest (not counting the beautiful Rosinha Vaz, but that is another story because between the two there is a relationship that consists of breaking up and returning, well, rather it existed  until the mexican arrived) And in Mexico they were happy because the rooster had finally decided to choose a partner, only there was some disappointment, anger and even lawsuits with his father when he found out that the happy couple was a man and not a woman, but that is also another story. The point here is that although some did not want to admit it, they were all happy for the relationship that these two birds had.
If you ask Panchito how is his luck with women, he would say that it is very good since in his town there are several women who are interested in him, but if you ask him how is his luck in love, surely he would laugh and say that  love was not made for him because no one has ever stolen sighs and sleepless nights thinking of that special person, until he met José.
For Panchito, dealing with José was like a soccer match where you begin observing calmly and as the game progresses it comes the insults, fouls and yellow cards; so yes, when Panchito and José met they did not have a good relationship, but the second half arrived and with it an adrenaline, emotion and a feeling of not wanting to change the channel, until the first goal arrives, making that the team who scored the goal began to scream with euphoria and happiness while the opposing team begins to get frustrated and that's how Panchito's mind was when he first questioned what he was beginning to feel for the samba dancer. And suddenly more goals arrive making more visible who could be the winning team, until a penalty arrives a night before the premier of his film in which the entire stadium fell into deathly silence because that goal is the one that would mark the victory or the defeat, and there we see the player kick the ball and how it approaches to the goal, mocking the goalkeeper who had to jump to stop the ball but still being insufficient because the one who stopped that ball was the net, causing the entire stadium to rise up screaming with excitement and happiness as they finally saw the beaks of the two birds joined in a kiss, thus marking the end of the game and the start of a relationship.
After that night for Panchito it was like being drugged, he felt in the clouds every time he looked at his partner and when he surprisingly kissed him it was as if a gravitational force was dragging him strongly to the floor, and he loved that change of emotions that the brazilian provoked in him. What he did not love was the decision to have a long distance relationship, but he had to reluctantly accept because in Mexico his family needed him and in Brazil they needed José, so with the promise that the two would constantly send  letters, they said goodbye.
And now after almost a year of living in different countries we can see a well-dressed rooster as a charro signing the end of a paper "Done!" He exclaimed appreciating the final product "Here you have" he said handing the letter to his brother Miguel "Read the letter that I am going to send to the José of my life, to see if he answers it to me" Miguel took the letter between his hands and began to read it.
José, cuando recibas esta carta sin razón.
[José, when you recieve this letter without reason]
"You are sure about this?" Miguel ask looking at Panchito disbelief.
"Of course"
Ya sabrás que entre nosotros todo terminó
[You'll know it was all over between us]
"Won't he take it wrong? I mean, this is said to the face" Panchito gave a few laughs as he shook his head.
"Miguel, Why am I going to fly to Brazil to just tell him we're done?" Panchito ask.
"I don't know, maybe for dignity? Honor? Or even so that he doesn't TAKE IT WRONG!?" Remarking the last words, Miguel insisted as if it were the most obvious thing.
Y no la des en recibida por traición.
Te devuelvo tu palabra, te la devuelvo sin usarla y que conste que en esta carta que acabamos de un jalón.
[When you receive it, don't take it as betrayal
I send back your word, I send it back without using it, and I warn you, in this letter that we finish just like that]
Panchito leaned his back on the chair while crossing his arms and replaid "Dignity? Honor? That he doesn't take it wrong? Ay no inventes, better you keep reading the letter and I assure you that you will change your mind" his brother just rolled his eyes and kept reading.
No me escribiste, y mis cartas anteriores no se si las recibiste.
Tu me olvidaste y mataron mis amores el silencio que les diste.
[You didn't write me, and my previous letters I don't know if you received them.
You forgot me, and my love was killed by the silence that you gave me.]
"Don't you think you are exaggerating?" Miguel asked again taking a sip of his drink .
"Oh que la, si no es Chana es Juana" he claimed and running his hands over his crest he let out a frustrated sigh "look, everything that is in the letter is the truth and what I truly feel. Although I continue to have unconditional affection for José, this can no longer continue like this, he is there and I am here and thanks to the distance this relationship has become non-existent, I even forgot how to love him!" he explained.
¡A ver si a esta si le das contestación José!
Pues del amor ¿pa' que te escribo? y aquí queda como amigo
Tu afectísimo y atento y muy seguro servidor
[I'll see if to this letter you gives a reply José!
About love, what could I tell you? And here remains as a friend
Your most affectionate, attentive and very secure server]
"Pancito Pistoles" he read the signature aloud and left the letter on the table "Well there as you see, if you are sure then send it to him" He sighed pulling out his wallet and putting a few bills on the table.
"Pues ya está" Panchito got up from the table next to his brother "come with me to send it" he hugged his brother by the shoulders and the two of them left the restaurant.
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The afternoon was setting on the beautiful coasts of Rio de Janeiro reflecting the pink and orange tones of the sky in the sea.
"Zé, you have received a letter" said his friend Nestor entering to the balcony where the parrot was admiring the peaceful landscape while smoking one of his cigars.
José, cuando recibas esta carta sin razón
Ya sabrás que entre nosotros todo término
[José, when you receive this letter without reason
You'll know it was all over between us]
"Muito obrigado" he answered taking the letter in his hands and without waiting, he opened it, he already knew who it was and was eager to read what the mexican would tell him now. Would he tell him that he finally bought Mr. Martinez a new saddle? Or maybe he would tell him how he reluctantly pulled his brother out of a fight again?
When he unfolded the paper and read the first sentences, his brow began to furrow and a void seized him.
No la des en recibida por traición.
Te devulevo tu palabra, te la devuevo sin usarla y que conste en esta carta que acabamos de un jalón.
[When you receive it, don't take it as a betrayal.
I send back you word, I send it back without using it, and I warn you in this letter that we finish just like that]
He entered to his room in dismay and he dropped into the chair at the small desk he had.
No me escribiste, y mis cartas anteriores no se si las recibiste
[You didn't write me, andmy previous letters I don't know if you received them]
His gaze immediately traveled to his desk, which was littered with crumpled sheets of paper scattered everywhere, some on the floor, others in the trash can, and many others on top of the same desk, but there was a place where it wasn't littered with trash. and that was where he kept all the letters he received from Panchito, each one of them was ordered and well arranged by date.
Tu me olvidaste, y mataron mis amores el silencio que les diste
[You forgot me, and mt love was killed by the silence that you gave me]
The anxiety was consuming the poor brazilian who did not realize he was puffing on his cigar too fast until the ashes of the cigar fell into his sack. He put the letter aside and putting out ths cigar into ths ashtray he tried to clean the ashes from his sack, when he finally thought his sack was clean he rubbed his eyes and took the letter again.
¡A ver si a esta si le das contestación José!
[I'll see if to this letter you gives a reply José!]
José squeezed his beak, he knew that there would come a time when Panchito would get tired of not having any information about him, but he never imagined that those lines would cause much impact on him, because just seeing that that sentence was with an exclamation point and that his name was included he imagined as if the rooster was giving a cry of despair and help to know about him. And it is not that José did not want to respond and escape from that relationship, on the contrary, he loves Panchito with all his being and with each letter he received his love for him increased more, only that whenever he was about to write he could not find the words correct and more when everything around him started to go from bad to worse, Zico and Zeca arrived (his nephews whom he loves very much) but unfortunately his sister left, may he rest, the bar where he worked was closed and the money began to scarce and it was in those moments that the only thing that kept him standing were the letters he received from Panchito.
Sometimes it crossed to his mind that he could ask for help from the mexican, but immediately the shame consumed him, then he thought he could start sending letters and after sending some now he could ask for help, but he thought he would look very cheeky and better he didn't sent anything, and now that his life is stable again he does not know what to say, keeping only erasers scattered all over his desk and floor.
Del amor ¿Pa' que te escribo? y aquí queda como amigo
Tu afectísimo y atento y muy seguro servidor
[About love, what could I tell you? And here remainss as a friend
Your most affectionate, attentive, and very secure server]
"Signature Panchito Pistoles" he threw the letter on the table and leaned back in his chair "it's all over" he sighed heavily, although now he wanted to and tried to write him a letter to explain everything, to tell him to wait that he still loves him, that he had not forgotten him and that he was not going to let their relationship end in this way, he did not feel up to it and above all he felt defeated and tired.
He took out a cigar and lit it, letting himself be carried away by the smoke it gave off and his pain until someone entered to his room. "Zé, another letter just arrived." His friend Nestor's voice was heard, but he did not respond and did not even I turn to see, he just sat there smoking his cigar "I'll leave it in bed for you" answered the other walking around the room and when he left the letter he left, leaving José in complete silence immersed in his thoughts.
After several minutes he got up to go get the letter and turn on the light since the darkness of the night had already flooded the room.
Seeing where the happy letter came from, he threw it angrily "o que aquele pedaço de mariachi quer ?! Não é o suficiente para ele quebrar meu coração !? Agora ele precisa tirar sarro de mim, ou talvez..." letter on the floor with hopes and something in it begged that in that letter it would come out that it was all a joke in bad taste or even a warning for not keeping his promise.
With fear he picked up the letter and stopped looking at the details of the envelope, it was strange that the letter was different from the one already known but it could be clearly seen that the sender's address said Hacienda Quintero, he opened the envelope and slowly took out the paper that was inside.
Hi José,
I hope you are well and I hope you will forgive the informality of this letter.
I know what my brother wrote in his letter and I want you to know that I do not agree with the decision he made, well first of all I hope you have already read the letter, if not, everything that comes here will not make sense.
I want you to know that my brother still loves you well, but that does not remove the fact that he is hurt because he thinks you have forgotten him and now he has taken a very proud, very arrogant attitude and God! Not even a day has passed and I can't stand it anymore. So, Mr. Carioca, I kindly ask you if you don't want to send a letter, then at least come to fix my brother and even though I haven't seen you in a long time, I know that you still love my brother.
There I leave you a few Mexican bills (sorry I did this letter suddenly and I didn't have time to look for Brazilian reals) with which you can go to Mexico or you can keep them and do whatever you want with them, consider it as a gift and an apology for the letter from my silly brother.
I am saying goodbye because Panchito is here and he does not know that I have written this letter and I do not want him to find out that he exists.
Miguel Quintero.
He opened his eyes surprisingly, he did not know what impacted him more, the fact that Panchito's brother was playing the cupid, knowing that Panchito still loved him or that José received a second chance.
He checked the envelope again and, indeed, Miguel had given him several bills with which he could pay the last debts he had left or he could go to Mexico to try to win back the love of his life.
He sat slowly on the bed thinking what he would say to Panchito when he see him. Perhaps he would claim the fact that he cut him by letter and did not have the decency to tell him in front, because this things you need to said it to the face.
End Notes:
"Oh que la, si no es Chana es Juana"-- oh what the, if it's not Chana it's Juana. (In Mexico the phrase "if it's not Chana it's Juana" is a colloquial saying that express if it's not one thing it's the other)
"Pues ya está"-- Well that's it
"Muito obrigado"-- thanks a lot.
"o que aquele pedaço de mariachi quer ?! Não é o suficiente para ele quebrar meu coração !? Agora ele precisa tirar sarro de mim, ou talvez" --what those that piece of mariachi wants?! Isn't it enough for him to break my heart!? Now he need to make fun of me, or maybe...
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Are you sure you're okay babe?" Shawn, my boyfriend asked as he walked over to the bed where I was currently laying curled up.
"I'm sure, still exhausted from the jet lag, and my period is giving me grief," I told him causing him to pout. Most girls my age would probably cringe at the thought of telling their boyfriend details about their period, but not me. See Shawn my boyfriend, my older brother Connor, and their friends Dave and Brian were all well respected doctors at the local hospital here in Toronto. That was part of reason for my moving from LA to Canada, I didn't want Shawn to loose such a good job, it was an added bonus that Bri and the other two guys also lived with us so I would get to see all of them.
"Okay," he agreed, though I could tell from the tone that he wasn't completely convinced.
"Call me if you need me, I get off at 6." he added before kissing my head and leaving the now empty house, the other having already left for the hospital.
Several hours later, and the pain just wasn't getting any better. I had always had bad periods. They were made especially bad though by a cyst that I had on my left ovary, something which when I asked my old doctor about she had told me that there was nothing that could be done short of some pain relief. I had tried everything though, hot packs, cold packs, a bath, even drinking green tea, (which I hated) to no avail. Finally I decided that I would try going for a short walk, as I heard that exercise could alleviate pain.
While on the walk I got a call from Shawn, "Babe come home, we all got off early so we're having a family dinner. " he spoke.
"Be there soon, I love you." I told him, before turning around and jogging home. As I went to cross the road, a dog came out of nowhere, and me being deathly afraid of them as I was tried to avoid it, by running the other way only to mis-step and fall directly into gravel. Unfortunately for me, I ended up skinning my knees and as I stood, groaning from the painful sting tht was now emanating from my limbs I realised there was dirt caught in them. Great, just great, I thought as I made my way home slowly, tears falling as I tried to ignore (and failed) how much pain I was in.
"Ana!" Brian called coming over to greet me with a hug. "How was your run?" He asked stepping back to look at me. "Wait, " He paused looking at me more closely. "Ana, you're crying, and bleeding, " he spoke as he looked me up and down before spotting my bloody knees.
" Shawn, " he called, looking over his shoulder to the kitchen where I could hear the other guys all laughing.
"Hi babe, " he started before noticing my knees as Brian had moments earlier and pouted.
"Let me see Princess," he spoke as he helped me into the kitchen and lifted me onto the bench.
"Aw, Poppet, what happend?" My brother asked when he saw me crying as Shawn gently examined my wounds.
"There was a dog." I shivered. I hated dogs except for Tarzan. "So I ran but I tripped." I hiccuped as I tried to slow my breathing.
"One Dr.Brian at your service," Bring sang as he reappeared holding the household first aid box, pulling out tweezers, antiseptic spray, gauze, tape, bandages, cream and pills. "I'm just going to remove the dirt, clean them and then I'll bandage them up. " He explained as he positioned my leg so the kitchen lights were directly above him. "Hold Shawn and Connor's hands for me okay, this will probably hurt."
He wasn't lying it feel like fire was being rubbed into my wounds, and I found myself biting my lip to try and stop myself from crying out loud.
"Nearly done hon," Brian soothed patting my leg as he washed out the last little bits of dirt. A minute later, he stepped back with a smile.
"The worst part is over now Princess," Shawn whispered in my ear, causing me to loosen my grip on their hands just a little. I still clung to them as Brian bandaged them up though, needing the physical contact.
"And you, my fair lady, are all finished," he smiled as he tucked the last bit of bandage in. "You'll need to get me or one of the guys to change it daily for three or so days, but other than that you'll be fine. "
"Thanks Brian," I whispered reaching to give him a hug.
"Ready to get down babe?" Shawn asked, going to grab my hands again.
"Can you just hold me for a minute?" I asked feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Of course. " He smiled before wrapping me in a warm embrace, and allowing me to rest my head in the crook of his neck. "Are you okay? " He asked when I sniffed.
"Mmm," My response was muffled, but they must have heard it because Connor was the next one to speak.
"Why are you so upset Bug?" he asked, using my childhood nickname.
"I don't know!" I cried. "I'm not sleeping because of the jet lag. I'm in pain and now this." I threw my hands up.
"Tell you what, " Connor started. "you have a shower then we'll have dinner and you and your other half-" he gestured to Shawn "can go have sappy cuddles on the couch. How does that sound?" He ruffled my hair softly as he spoke before returning to the cooking.
Fifteen minutes later, I came back down the stairs wearing one of Shawn's old Zeppelin shirts, it reaching my knees and drowning me, but I didn't care. It was comfortable, and it smelt like his aftershave.
"Feeling any better Princess?" he asked coming over and kissing my forehead
"A little," I spoke. Sighing as I leant into his hold. Truth was I was feeling less of the period pain and more of a sharp ache now. But I wasn't going to tell them that, all four of them would be swarming around me like sea gulls if I did.
"I'm hungry," I spoke stealing a piece of tomato that Connor had placed on the counter to add to the salad.
He merely glared at me playfully, but didn't say anymore.
Half an hour later and we were all sat at dinner, the boys all chatting amongst themselves about their work days, discussing patients and funding. While I just pushed my food around my plate, trying to ignore the now increasingly sharp pain radiating from my stomach.
"Ana are you okay?" Dave asked worriedly, watching as I pushed my plate away.
" I don't feel good." I spoke, before grimicing in pain as a particularly bad cramp took hold.
"Dont feel good how?" Shawn asked as he came over to where I was sitting, two seats down from him, bending down.
"Just make it stop." I groaned, reaching for my stomach.
"Make what stop Princess?" he asked, searching my face, and rubbing my leg trying to comfort me.
"The pain, it's like there's a knife there!" I cried, leaning into him and breathing heavily.
"Do you think you can stand up?" Brian asked, coming over to help Shawn support me as I slumped in my chair.
I stood slowly feeling extremely shaky before nearly collapsing as dizziness took over.
"Ana you went for a run right?" Dave asked, coming to stand by my side, taking my wrist so he could take my pulse.
I nodded my head, trying to slow my breathing as the room kept spinning.
"Shit, her pulse is racing, bring her over to the couch." He told Shawn before leaving the room.
Shawn and Dave both held me tightly as we moved slowly. I could barely lift my legs as every time I did pain took hold. "Okay, lay back babe," Shawn spoke as he helped me sit down, and situated me between his legs as he sat behind me.
"Right, Ana where is the pain?" Dave questioned coming to kneel down beside the couch.
"Right here, " I spoke pointing to my left side.
"I'm just going to feel," he spoke as he hiked my shirt up to just under my chest.
Everyone was quiet as Dave concentrated, moving around to press on different sections of my stomach. Finally he said "It is a bit swollen. Do you have any pain in your back or thighs? "
I looked back at Shawn,confused. "If the cyst on your ovary has ruptured or is close to, it can cause pain in the back and thighs," he explained, helping me to pull my shirt back down.
I nodded causing him sigh.
"We'll try some heat, maybe have a bath okay, the water may help to soothe it," Dave added before standing up and taking my wrist again. "Your heart rate is a little high, but we'll just keep an eye on you." He smiled,as Shawn scooped me up into his arms, and carried me up the stairs to our en suite.
"Arms up Princess, do you want bubbles?" he asked as he deposited me onto the closed toilet seat and helped me remove my clothing.
"Please?" I asked, watching as he grabbed my favourite bath lotion, and poured a generous amount in.
"Here we go. In you get," he spoke as he helped me into the tub The difference was almost immediate.
"I think it's time my little invalid gets out," Shawn whispered after about twenty minutes of me just laying back in the water, and letting him massage my scalp from where he sat next to the tub.
"Okay," I agreed, taking his hand as he helped me out of the bath slowly.
It was a slow process getting dressed, as I couldn't make any sudden movements, but Shawn was patient. "There," he said finally. "Snug as a bug, " He had not only redressed me into the shirt I had stolen from him, but had gone and gotten a sweater that he had left lying about and pulled it on me. "Can't have you getting cold little one," he laughed, before pecking my lips.
"It is freezing!" I agreed, as we made our way down the stairs.
"How's my patient?" Dave asked as Shawn placed me gently onto the sofa, covering me with a quilt.
"Sore," I replied, pouting, causing him to laugh.
"Here,this might help," Connor called walking in from the kitchen and placing a heating pad on my stomach.
"Thanks Con," I yawned, readjusting myself so that I could lay against Shawn's side as he squished onto the sofa beside me.
"Get some sleep babe," he whispered, "You need it." He didn't need to tell me twice, it was about three seconds and I was out like a light.
...
When I woke I wasn't sure what time it was, but I was no longer in the couch, instead Shawn had taken me up stairs and tucked me into the bed, and judging by the lack of light and the soft snores coming from Shawn as he slept soundly beside me, it was much later.
Unfortunately for me, there was no way that I was getting back to sleep any time soon, as the pain that had been uncomfortable, but bearable earlier was now causing me agony. So much so that I was literally feeling nauseous.
"Ana, are okay?" Shawn asked, talking into my neck, sleep thick in his muffled voice.
I didn't answer, trying to focus on not passing out.
"Ana," he sighed, as I just sat there crying grabbing fist fulls of sheet as each wave of pain came over me. Sitting up and switching on the lamp beside the bed, he rubbed my arm softly.
"Hold on I'll get the guys." He got up, before quickly exiting the room. A minute or so later I heard the sound of him knocking on the other's doors, and tired voices.
"It's worse? " Dave confirmed, walking into the room closely followed by Shawn,Brian and Connor.
"It never hurts this much, it's so bad!" I cried, pressing on my stomach, wanting the pain gone. I could feel a stronger wave of nausea just as Shawn bent down so that he was at my level, Connor coming to sit with me on the bed as he saw me gag, holding my hair back just in case.
" I'm gonna be sick!" I gasped holding my hand on my mouth, feeling the bile rise.
"Okay, just a second, Bri's gone to get a bucket bub," Shawn soothed coming to rub small circles in my back.
Finally just as I nearly let myself be sick on the bed, Connor spoke, "Here let it all out, " he soothed rubbing my back as Brian held a bucket beneath me that he must have bolted to get from somewhere. I was thankful though, as I could no longer hold it.
After a few minutes, I was able to catch my breath, though I still lay there sweaty and dazed.
"Here,come here Princess." Shawn motioned for me to shuffle over, so he could wipe my face down with a wet washer he had gone and gotten from out bathroom.
"I bleed on the bed," I cried, embarrassed as I shifted and felt the leak, before seeing the masive red stain on the once white sheet
" It's okay, it's normal to have heavy bleeding when a cyst is inflamed. Honestly, we see blood every day babe," Shawn soothed, as he pushed my messy hair out of my face "Besides, they're just sheets, worst case, we'll chuck them out."
"I feel horrible," I groaned letting my head fall onto Shawn's arms half an hour later, when even after a dose of strong pain killers I could barely move.
"Do you want to try sitting in the shower?" Brian suggested as he came back into the room after going to put the dirty sheets in the washer.
"Will it help?" I asked unsure.
"It might," Dave nodded, "The constant stream of warm water may help to loosen some of the muscles in your back and help with the pain and nausea. It's worth a try. "
"Okay," I agreed, watching as Dave stood up and came to stand at the side of the bed.
He held out a hand, helping to support me as Shawn pulled me into an upright position. The room spun a little, and I could feel myself swaying slightly but I managed to stay standing. "Just move very slowly, Ana, no sudden movements honey." Dave grimaced in sympathy as my face tensed with pain as I stepped forward. "
It's okay. We've got you. Breathe Ana. Just breathe," Shawn encouraged as we finally made it to the bathroom.
... Two hours later...
I had sat on the tiled floor of the shower cubicle for almost two hours now, yet nothing was changing and I was miserable. All I wanted to do was sleep. Shawn had sat with me the whole time, holding me gently under the water, not caring that his clothes were now soaked.
"Shawnie I feel dizzy," I told him trying to stay awake. "And my stomach is burning," I groaned, trying to ignore the hot feeling that was now taking over my tummy.
He took my wrist in his hand, before gently taking my pulse.
"Ana we need to go to the hospital honey," he spoke before leaning me against the glass door of the shower and standing up.
"No please can't you just do what you need to do here," I begged crying. I hated hospitals, and he knew it, it had been that way my entire 22 years of life.
"Shhh, calm down," he consoled before calling out to the others. "Dave, Brian, Connor!"
The looks of pity on all of their faces as they stepped into the room and took in my bedraggled state was too much for me to handle.
"Oh Ana, buddy. " Brian sighed, before bending down and helping Shawn to stand me up.
"We need to go to the hospital,she's dizzy her pulse is at 130 beats a minute, she's in more pain than before, she told me a minute ago that her stomach was burning, and she's bleeding more than she should be. I think it may have burst," he told the others as he wrapped a towel around my wet-clothed body.
"Burns," I whimpered as we made our way downstairs, me in my brother's arms, allowing Shawn to run and change into dry clothes.
I heard them muttering amongst themselves, not making out much more than medical word: inflammation and gastritis,and then I was tuning them out.
I couldn't help the tears as we made the short drive to the hospital, me laying across Connor and Shawn's laps.
"I know bub,we'll sort it out okay. But just focus in staying calm. The more upset you are, the worse you'll feel." Connor explained rubbing my stomach softly.
-Connor-
I felt horrible as I watched my little sister in pain, desperately clinging to Shawn as we pulled into the staff carpark. Luckily for us Shawn and I worked as critical care doctors in the ICU while Brian and Dave ran the ER, meaning we could just go straight in, not having to worry about admissions, and insurance just yet.
"I thought you were off tonight? It's been one hell of a night!" Nancy one of the nurses spoke as we walked in.
"We were, but Ana has a burst cyst," I spoke pointing to Shawn who held her in his arms as we walked towards the only available exam room.
Nancy frowned sympathetically, before walking back to the nurses station "You'll need to run it, no doctors available," she called.
Normally we won't treat relatives but she was high priority as as Nancy had said there was no one else there.
"Right Ana I need to run some tests honey, I'm going to get Shawn to change you into this," Dave spoke holding out a gown, as Shawn placed my sister onto the exam table gently.
Once that was done Dave came back over, setting up the portable ultra sound machine next to the bed.
"So I'm just going to put some gel on your stomach, and have a look okay. It might be a little uncomfortable so I apologise in advance."
She whimpered slightly, grabbing Shawn's hand as Dave pressed the wand down."
"I know I'm sorry, " he apologised as he continued to move it around, finally he stopped, zooming in.
"Here it is, you've got a burst cyst on your left ovary, that's why it's hurting so much. When you were running the exertion must have caused it to burst. It also looks as though you have evidence of gastritis too."
"What's that?" she asked looking to me for help.
"Its inflammation of the stomach lining, that's the burning you were feeling.We'll run some more tests though, just to be sure-"
He was interrupted as he spoke by one of the nurses poking her head around the curtin.
"Dr. Craigen would you be able to consult in triage?"
"No," He answered politely. "I'm currently busy looking after a personal patient."
Ana laughed once she had left. "Can you do that? Just ignore?"
"For you, yes, you're our most important patient." He winked. " Good news," he added, " There's no twist, so no surgery but it did burst, and you have lost some blood. So I would like to admit you so we can give you fluids and pain relief," he explained causing her nose to crinkle in distaste.
-Ana-
"Can Shawn stay?" I asked worried that I'd be stuck here by myself.
"I'm not going anywhere Princess," he reassured, me, coming to sit on the side of the bed with me.
Half an hour later and I'd been officially admitted and hooked up to a blood pressure machine, oximeter, and an I.V. with pain meds which was working wonders.
"How you feeling now princess?" Shawn asked, looking at the machines briefly before focusing his attention back to me. We were now the only two in the room, Brian and Connor having gone to the Cafeteria for much needed coffee, and Dave to check my previous file notes, not that I knew how he'd get a hold of them.
"I'm cold." I shivered, trying to burrow myself further into the too think blankets.
"Here, this should help," Shawn smiled, pulling one of his jumpers out of his bag and helping me into it.
There was a knock on the door, before Dave stepped into the room,a clipboard in hand. "Sorry to interupt guys." he apologised. "Ana, I need to ask you some routine questions," he spoke coming to sit next to the bed.
"Is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asked seriously.
I blushed, "Ummm no," I laughed hiding my face in Shawn's shoulder.
"Sorry,this is just as awkward for you as it is for me. Trust me I don't want to know the details of one of my best mates private this. But this important," he explained smiling sympathetically.
"Well, No, trust me," I laughed, just wanting to move on.
"Okay. Well I'm going to do a blood draw just to rule a couple things out. Make sure nothing additional is going on."
"The doctor basically told me there was nothing she could do," I told him, watching as he grabbed all the necessary supplies.
"Well now that you're over here Dave will take care of you princess," Shawn spoke kissing my head.
"You don't have to worry about a thing." Dave smiled before snapping on a pair of gloves and coming to sit next to me.
"Shawn move your fat bum so I can get this blood work done," he spoke, shoving Shawn off the bed with his hip where he had been sitting next to me.
"Sharp scratch Ana," he warned causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation. "Just stay nice and relaxed."
Several hours later,and nothing abnormal had shown up in my blood work, meaning that once my pain was under control I was free to go, however Dave did explain to me that he had seen evidence of gastritis as Connor had mentioned earlier a symptom of the strong medications I had been taking to manage my pain. I was prescribed an ant-acid, toldstay away from spicy food, and change medications to something a little less harsh.
"You also need to be on bed rest for a few days to give your stomach time to heal," Shawn had added, laughing when I whined in protest. He knew I hated being stuck immobile.
Days later I had been released on strict orders to rest, something which I reluctantly agreed to.
" I'm so glad your feeling better," Shawn said sitting next to me on the sofa, that had become my temporary home due to not being able to walk easily on my own.
"Well it wasn't exactly the way I wanted to spend my first few days here, but thank you guys," I spoke, looking to the other three who sat across from us. They all smiled. "Seriously. Hopefully this will be the start of a great new chapter! I can't wait to see what living in Canada brings," I shouted causing them all to laugh.
"What would I do without you babe?" Shawn chuckled, kissing me.
"I don't know, your life would certainly be more predictable though," I laughed, snuggling into his shoulder.
"But then life would be boring, besides from unpredictabiliy comes strength, and you Ana, are the strongest person I know," he smiled, kissing my temple and resting his head atop mine.
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