Thread: An Unexpected  Reunion  (SithMistress & DeviantAngel)

Aubrey had just finished eating dinner when her cell phone vibrated, signalling a response from Holly. After the last text, Aubrey was tempted to just stop responding. Holly clearly had closed herself off from being hurt, and that felt like a major betrayal. As if being cut off entirely hadn't hurt enough. To find out that it had been a self preservation technique of Holly's to save herself from the pain had hurt, renewing the pain Aubrey had thought she had rid herself of long ago. Mom, Aubrey started as her mother cleared the table. How did you deal with dad leaving you like he did? Aubrey's mother froze in midstep. Why do you ask, sweetie? It's...um...well...do you remember my ex, Holly? Aubrey's mother nodded slowly in response. I ran into her this morning at the gym. We've been texting each other all evening. And...I just can't get over feeling hurt and betrayed that she left. Does it hurt just thinking about her? Cause it did for me when your father left. It still hurts. You need to ask yourself a hard question. Do you still care about her? Because I get the feeling you're trying to reconcile your feelings with a longing to reconnect. I don't know if I can go through that again. Sounds like you're protecting yourself. But is that what you want? Do you want to be with her again? I don't...I don't know. Then you have a lot to think about. Ask yourself this. Is your life better without her? Or would being with her enhance your life? With that, Aubrey's mother went back to clearing the table. Aubrey helped as best she could, but she couldn't shake the questions her mother had asked. Did she still care about Holly? Was she better off emotionally without Holly? Could she go on without taking a chance at reconciliation? Aubrey walked back to her bedroom and shut the door. She sat down on her bed and pulled out her cell phone, reading the text Holly had sent. There was little question that Holly still wanted some form of relationship. Clearly, she still had feelings for Aubrey. But could she reciprocate? I'm not trying to diminish your feelings and I'm not trying to play a game of who hurt more after you left. I was, and still am, very upset with the way you left. It was callous and selfish. And it will take me some time to work past that. However, I would be a fool to continue to hold a grudge against you. Because, in the end, you followed your dream no matter the cost. And freed me to follow mine. Whether that was your intent, the result cannot be discounted. I'm willing to try to get along again. Whether that means we'll be together again, I can't say. But, I can't let this pass me by without at least trying to make things right. I have always loved you. As the sister I never had, and as more. So, let's take that first baby step and have lunch tomorrow. Once the message was confirmed sent, Aubrey stripped off her clothes and collapsed onto her bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Her alarm woke her up what felt like moments later. Groggily, she slapped the snooze button and moaned, rolling over to get a touch more sleep. The sun's brilliant rays peeking through her window made her bolt up in bed a second later. She glanced at the time and saw it was 645, 15 minutes before her shift was supposed to start. Fuck! She exclaimed as she stood up, turning off her alarm clock. The power had apparently gone out the night before and her clock had reset. Were it not for the backup alarm on her cell phone, she'd have slept for several more hours. She dressed quickly and ran out the door, jumping in her car and speeding off to the hospital. She parked quickly and ran to the elevator, riding it down to the ER. She glanced at her phone and swore again. 725. Almost half an hour late. The ER was it's usual chaos, packed with patients, doctors and nurses moving from room to room. Aubrey grabbed a chart at random, only glancing at the complaint that brought the patient into the ER. Her shift was busy and a blur for the first few hours. However, as lunch time approached, her resident handed her several patient charts to work on. Aubrey glared at him behind his back. Picking up the first chart, she glossed over the name to the chief complaint. Laceration and 2nd Degree burn. The patient had just been brought back into an exam room. Aubrey made her way over and pushed the door open, staring down at the chart. Good afternoon, she started, flipping to the front to get the patient's name. My name is Dr Fairchild. What seems to be the issue Ms... Aubrey froze mid sentence. Holly? She looked up and saw her ex sitting on the exam table cradling her arm, which was swaddled in bandages. Her face contorted in pain. Oh my God, are you alright? Aubrey walked over to the table and placed her hand on the makeshift dressing. What happened?