Thread: I Got Issues (But You Got 'Em Too) [FxF] (Clearsight X JacksAreWild)

Three blown veins and A LOT of talking down later, Sarah had managed to get Bridget to relax enough for a nurse to stick her with an IV. In the hour they had been in the hospital, Bridget had managed to refuse surgery, painkillers, and anything that resembled cooperation. Instead, the Alpha had demanded that a doctor just set her leg and send her on her way...which of course was an insane demand that no one listened to. Sarah and the nurse had had to talk sense into the frightened Alpha...and even then, Bridget was so tense about the prospect of surgery that she had blown three veins before the veteran nurse could finally get an IV started on the fourth try. There we go...not so bad now is it? The nurse smiled at Bridget like one would to a small child, then she turned and gave Sarah a grateful nod. You should feel much more relaxed very soon. Try not to fret, dear we have one of the best surgeons in the state on staff. The nurse completed a little more prep work before leaving to go see where on earth the surgical team was. Jesusfuckingchristithurtssofuckingmuch. Bridget hissed when the pair of them were finally alone, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. The medics had given her a shot to keep her body from repairing itself and in turn all she felt was a searing pain ripping through her body with it's epicenter halfway down her left leg. How bad is it? The Alpha still hadn't looked down. It's...not that bad... Sarah bit her lip, she was a terrible liar but she felt that any other response would rile Bridget up further, meds or no meds. Quick surgery and you'll be fine, the beta quickly added, Maybe a week or two off your legs and then you'll be good as new. That part was at least true. Despite her friend's attempt to cheer her up with the promise of a quick recovery. The proud Alpha didn't like feeling helpless and she DEFINITELY didn't like the idea of being unconscious and in an Operating Room soon. Fuck, and my room...how am I supposed to get up to my room? The Alpha's heart sank because she knew she was going to end up being a burden on someone that someone was probably going to be Sarah because she wasn't comfortable accepting help from anyone else. ---------- It took about another hour before Bridget was wheeled off to the OR and Sarah could go have a seat in the Waiting Room. Half the rugby team was already there, taking up seats much to the dismay of the nurses because the team was covered in dirt, sweat, and still in their uniforms, waiting with worried faces, pelting the beta with questions until they finally noticed that Sarah was getting anxious from all the questioning. Once the room calmed down and people settled in to wait with her or go back to the dorms, Sarah excused herself so that she could call Bridget's parents and let them know what happened. Once she checked her phone she caught sight of a missed text from Amelia. Crap! I was supposed to have lunch with Amelia. It was over two hours later so that ship had surely sailed. Still, she gave her girlfriend a call, hoping she would pick up and not have her hands tied with some experiment that would keep her from answering. She still hadn't gotten a chance to tell the other girl that she loved her too...though right now didn't seem like the best time, still, it would be better than the rambling note she had left this morning.