Olivia's Game

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We're here already!

No! No! No!

Oh no!

This is not happening!

Please, i need more time!

I promise I'll change-

I'll start being a good big sister, I'll stop mocking and judging people, I'll stop sucking c**k, I'll stop watching porn, I'll stop being porn, I'll even stop lying and buy some dresses to go to church with, I'll be a good girl..scratch that, a nun starting today, if you just give me more time lord.

I'm doomed!

It's over!

Oh what was u thinking?!

And that, was me, five minutes ago, hyperventilating and acting like the world's over. Even Billy was a bit weirded out, if there is a brain in that head, he must've wondered if they should take a turn to the nearest psychiatric hospital, When I fell to the ambulance floor on my bare knees and set my head to the metallic heavens, and silently made empty promises to the almighty, who I'm sure probably looked down on me with a "girl stop lying to yourself." Stare.

I am not religious, I don't even know how the inside of a church looks like, the closest I've came to a bible was when I was helping Gran Lilian clean her attic and I just looked at it with a well what do you know, one of us used to be holy, bless her soul, then moved on to the next box.

But as Mia Vincent once said.. sang.. "I've hit my lows, at this point I'm scrubbing floors for the Devil, I can't take the heat, there's nothing more I can do, I've never believed in you, god but right now I'll pray.. Maybe I just need to pray.. " In that moment, overcome by an unnatural amount of fear, I started praying, praying an endless prayer- okay, maybe the amen never came..because i calmed down.

Imagine me, a nun, I would get kicked out of the church after 30 seconds.

So i got up, dusted the dirt particles off my knees and got my s**t together, thank you very much, I think that's mine. I had to woman up, I already have a p***y, I can't be one too.. wait now that's just not right, do you people know how much v*****s go through ?! Yet they never get depressed and still make you and your man smile! That thing is dang strong, have some respect...oh Where was i..yes.. I had to be strong for both dad and I, I've made my bed of steel nails and I'm going to lie on it.

So this time around, instead of panicking like a maniac, I was in a more "mheh" mood, if you come, you come, if you go, you go. So when the ambulance took the corner and big letters encased in reflective blue nylon lights came to view- Anconette Beachside Hospital, I was just like

Oh look, we've finally arrived at destination doom.

You know there's a point when your last care flies out the window and you don't chase after it, when you've stressed and stressed, chewed your nails off, cried and wrecked the furniture you can't afford to replace and the situation still hasn't changed- and you actually get tired of being tired?

Well that's me right there.

There was no use losing my breath over something I can not change.

I knew getting to the hospital meant two things- Number one: my mother is going to be thrown into the loop and it'll be bye bye for me. How? You see, if my father's condition is critical and he needs some sort of surgery or expensive treatment, someone is going to have to contact our medical aid company, explain what happened and what they need to cover expenses for and unfortunately, being the next of kin, my mother is the only one who can do that.

Number two- Now that we're here, I'm going to find out exactly what is wrong with dad and I want a diagnosis because he scared the s**t outta me, but then again, I don't want to hear it because I'm scared it might be something I don't want to hear - like he's terminally ill and the cancer has spread to his bones and he only has maximum three months to live.

Shit now I'm making myself get teary.

I don't want to be an orphan.

I don't want my mom to be a widow.

Stop it.

He's going to be fine.

Look at him, he looks worse than Dracula after his 900 years long nap.

Now you're just exaggerating.

Think happy thoughts..

Buffalo wings, teriyaki sauce, Rick Steele, Billie, Seth Rollins, Marbela, choco mint swirls..

You see, I've always been close to my family, as an infant, my mother had three extra pair of hands to help bathe, feed me and change my stinky diapers - my aunt, Emeer, my father's younger sister, who now lives in Argentina, my darling gran and my godmother, dad's and aunt Emeer's best friend, Anca. We all lived together, the seven of us, until I was eight years old, both Anca and Emeer got married and went to live with their husbands and only gran remained. I've never lost anyone dear to my heart and I don't know and don't want to know what it feels like to burry someone you love and they revert to nothing but a buffet for maggots and decomposing bacteria.

Think positive thoughts.

While I was drowning myself in the black sea of negativity and gloom, the ambulance stopped and the doors noisely flew open. I felt so out of place and didn't know what to do with myself when a few of Billy's uniformed companions launched themselves in the giant tin can and rolled the stretcher dad is on out.

That's an understatement- they moved hastily, do I even need to describe their movements? The exact same way you see it in Brook City Med or in the movies, the running and talking, is how it happened.

I must have looked like I'd just escaped from the asylum running after them, trying to make sense of what the nurses that had joined the marathon were saying, -"middle aged, collapsed in his home, found unconscious, blood pressure high, breathing stabilized" and some other gibberish, I didn't want to crack my mind trying to decode.

"Ma'am please stay here," a young man with an overload of chestnut brown facial hair, in greenish-blue scrubs grabbed my wrist, just as my feet were about to propel me through the two metal doors that meet each other to close in the middle..you get the picture, I suck at descriptions, "go take a seat by the waiting area, a doctor will come and explain everything to you." After a subtle nod of my head, the bearded man left me and entered into the ER section.

Lazily, I shuffled to the waiting area and planted me bum on an empty bench.

I hate hospitals.

The look, the smell.

People are born here, people lose their kidneys, teeth, appendix, hearts, livers, legs, arms, blood, lots and lots of blood here, people die here.

Who knows, maybe a dying man coughed out blood on this very bench I'm sitting on.

I don't get how doctors survive, seeing people in varying appalling conditions every single day. How do they become desensitized to the trauma of seeing a human being die?! Like to the level where seeing a person with a screw driver plunged in their neck, or a child who was spat out of a crumbled vehicle and has gashes all over and dislocated limbs - is like seeing the headlines that a married, old ass politician has been caught out playing sugar daddy to a sweet little unforgettable thing( s.l.u.t as the queen of babes called my fellow sisters)..nothing new. Being a doctor is not an easy job at all, equally ranks with being a..what do they call them? you know..those people who wash and dress corpses at the morgue? Imagine being that and having to wash your spouse, child, relative or friend's dead body..and let's not forget, not all people die gracefully, some have their freaking eyes bulging out of their sockets like they died trying to win a staring contest.

I'm bored.

I don't know how long it has been, but me bum is already feeling like it has shrunk by an inch- so it must've been damn long. Taking out my phone, I check the time.

Great!

Mom will be home in two hours and wonder where we've disappeared to. Her head is always buzzing with work work work work and she hardly ever notices us - the bigger kids, Amber and I, but you know how life is, the one time she's not supposed to notice I'm not home, will be the time she'll be shouting my name all around the house.

"Olivia, help the twins with their home-work."

"Olivia, put Riley and Theo to bed."

And let me tell you, her 'requests' always come at the worst times, I can't even get some well deserved and appreciated, uninterrupted alone time with my twanny.

Next.

Where is the doctor?

I'm really beginning to get concerned now.

Some people really have it bad in this world,

Some can't walk, and are bound to a wheelchair,

Some haven't seen a single thing since they were born, not even the color of the amniotic fluid that protected them as a tiny foetus,

Some can't talk or hear,

Some don't have all human senses,

Some lose theirs to tragedy,

Some suffer from rare diseases that make them easy targets for shunning and derision,

I should really appreciate more. I have all my senses and body parts and i'm healthy.

What's taking them so long?

I really hope he's okay.

"I'll be trouble, trouble, but for just one more night,

It won't kill meeee to change tomorrow,

Coz I just wanna feel you one more time,

On me, on me, on my skin, on her, deep within,

I can't stop the desire, even if it kills m-

Oh-oh

I stared down at my feet, my feet in different shoes for just ten seconds and next thing I know, this guy is sitting next to me. He sounds really sick. He is breathing like 600lb man under water.

Don't panic. Subtly, with barely noticeable movements, I began shifting away from him, to the other side of the bench.

Now what I'm about to say is going to sound cruel, but hey, meet Olivia Meabh (Maeve) O'Sullivan, cruel is her middle name- I am not exactly a germophobe, I won't go around looking for fingerprints on forks or those tiny hairs that come out from a dish cloth before I pour water into a glass- but with sick people...ehhhh..especially in a hospital, I don't want them sitting next to me, I don't even feel comfortable inhaling this germ, bacteria, virus polluted air, because I don't want to catch whatever they have okay. Thankfully he doesn't attempt to cover the distance I've left between us.

This is another thing I hate about hospitals -the wait.

I am a very impatient person, I've been sitting here for over an hour now, staring at these white walls, my nose vacuuming in this pungent scent of detergent mixed with strong chemical disinfectants, I've been listening to the woes and whimpers of sick people - that's it, I'm getting outta here, I'll take a mini break outside and then come back. Quietly, I tried to get up from the bench, I've sat for so long, that I had to scrap off my ass from the metal bench and my muscles ached from the change of position.

Stretching out my arms and failing to stifle a yawn, I heard a masculine voice come from behind me, capturing my interest.

"Who are Mr Callum O'Sullivan's family?"

I quickly spun on my heels with a sloppy, idiotic, "Me!" But I had no time to face palm myself for sounding like I need a speech therapist, when I saw him: the doctor.

Blue eyes, an abundance of silky, rich dark brown hair on his head, a nicely trimmed beard, shaped to accentuate his jaw, tall, muscular arms dusted with hair from the forearm, an amazing set of straight, brilliantly white teeth, a beautiful smile which he graced me with.

Well hello there..

I'd so bone him.

Mhmm..Doctor, I got something stuck down there, I'm dying, please insert those thick, long fingers inside me and get it out.

"Mrs O'Sullivan?" His voice is as equally handsome and sexy, the way the words roll of his tongue...huuuwii my goodness!

I wonder if he's single

Please don't be...agrhhh ring

Lucky b***h

"Mrs. O'Sullivan?" He snapped his fingers in my face, I have better ideas for what you can do with those fingers..and I perked up with a ,

"Oh yes, is my f-,"

what do I call him? I can't say he's my father, I can't say he's my husband either..agrhhh, why isn't there a manual for these kind of things, now if don't complete my sentence in the next five seconds, he's going to think I'm a retard...ohhh What do I say?

"Is he okay?"

My brain cells nearly died just for that?!

"He is fine, but he's still unconscious, we've ran some blood tests to try to determine what caused his heart to suddenly stop and kick back up again, I'll be with you in two hours with the results." The courtesy of Dr. Handsome, avoiding using technical jargon and speaking in a language I can understand...what a lovely man.

Focus.

What is wrong with me?! Why can't I take anything seriously?!

"Am I allowed to see him?"

"Maybe after we've discussed the blood test results, have a nice day Mrs. O'Sullivan."

"You too doctor." I almost waved, before tucking my hand underneath my shirt and walking about as if nothing just happened.

Aaaa..fresh air. I won't bore you with the details of how I spent my little break, there's just a small park, by park I mean, short grass, little pond, a few build-in kid rides- that description shows you of a habitat that only an infant and toddler can enjoy.

Two hours later, the evening dressed the sky with dark gray clouds and I feared the clouds to be heavily pregnant with rain. I decided to text my mom, you know me, selling her a very attractive lie and getting an "okay sweetie, as long as you don't come back too late."

An object vibrated on my thigh, s**t, dad's phone, I'd taken it along me, clever girl, you'll know why I say so later, retrieving the phone from my pocket, I sighed when I recognized the caller ID to be none other than mom. Chewing on my bottom lip, I allowed it to silently ring, not knowing what to do - I thought of turning the phone off, but that would be very suspicious, the last thing I need is for Elena Francine O'Sullivan to go on a manhunt for her husband on false believe that he's with a mistress..well he sort of is, but you get what I'm saying..

I was scared to open the voicemail that she's left, so I placed the phone on "do not disturb " mode, so the second ring won't bother me. Wow I'm still amazed, how did I go from entertaining myself with teasingand tantalizing my poor father, to being his daughter mistress and now his to be caretaker, in just a span of a month and some weeks?

A hand suddenly landed on my shoulder and I jolted up, my scowl immediately melting away when my eyes met the doctor's.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He apologized and I grinned like a fool, offering an overly sweet, cavity inducing,

"No it's fine really, doctor." I haven't told you about my obsession with men in uniform, just know that my eyes were very well fed and overly appeased.

"I've came back with the test results and, we found an unusually high amount of-"

Hold up.

That's what almost killed daddy?!

Don't ask me what's what...

Oh daddy you silly ole goat, what was you thinking?!

Let me catch my breath, I'm not revealing any more...

Nnnnnnoooowwwww...let me get back to the moment everyone's been anticipating, let me give you what I know you want to hear ;)

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