Chapter 4
Waverly's body rocked back and forth while cradling the lifeless body of her Love. She cried uncontrollably; her sobs muffled by fire kissed hair. Waverly could not remember how long she sat on the floor holding Nicole, it could have been hours or seconds, but time stood still for her. How could she continue without her love? Did life have meaning without Nicole? Irrational thoughts and fears wrapped around her like a thick depressing fog.
The room was filled with chaos. There were numerous people shouting at each other and Waverly could swear she heard her name thrown around a few times, but nothing mattered anymore.
Men in red uniforms pulled her of Nicole and shoved her into waiting arms.
"Nooooo!" Waverley clawed at her captor's arms.
"Waverly, my baby girl" Wynonna rapped her arms protectively around Waverly.
Life and reality came creeping back into Waverly. She felt the familiar baby bump against her stomach and her sister's breath on her ear. She wanted to melt into Wynonna's arms, she tried to take a deep breath, but the hurt was suffocating her. Her body shook as gut-wrenching cries spilled out of her. She buried her face in Wynonna's neck. She grabbed fists full of fabric, pulling Wynonna closer to her.
Nicole's body lay bloodied and broken on a stretcher. A sea of people were trying to coax a pulse out of her withered heart. They were sticking needles into her arms and sticking things on her chest as they forced oxygen into her lungs. Finally, a familiar rhythmic beeping came from one of the machines she was plugged into.
The suffocating atmosphere finally lifted off everyone's shoulders. Nicole was rushed out to a waiting ambulance. Relieved washed over Waverly. It was going to be okay. Her baby was going to be okay.
A switched flipped inside of Waverley, she felt how something otherworldly rose inside of her. She took a deep breath and focused her attention on the widows.
Both widows lay face down on the cement floor. Their mouths were taped closed by duct tape and their hands and feet tied up. Everybody in the room was aware of the new challenge they had to face.
Waverly was furious all she wanted to do was destroy the witches.
She crouched next to widow Mercedes, she pulled her up by the hair so that they could look each other in the eyes. She took a deep breath to get n grip on her emotions and ripped off the duct tape. The witch started to laugh.
"What are you going to do little Earp?"
Waverly laughed back at the now confused widow. "You need to be very afraid. I am going to take my time destroying you"
"I'll let you in on a little secret." Waverly pulled Mercedes closer to whisper into her ears "I am not human anymore" Mercedes wasn't fazed by the threat, but Bev was clearly troubled. She was paler than death and Waverley could see the defeat and pain in her eyes.
The rest of the team was blissfully unaware of the conversation between Waves and the Widows. Each one trying to make sense of what went down, traying to cope in their own way. Nobody realized that Waverly, their sweet little baby girl, stood on the edge of insanity.
Waverly calmly stood up and made her way up the stairs. First, she had to make sure her deputy was ok, and then she would avenge her love.
Nicole woke up in a hospital bed with a passed-out Waverley strangely draped over her.
She cleared her throat, trying to signal her girlfriend to wake up. Waverley's head rested on Nicole's hip. Her body awkwardly twisted on a hospital chair, but obviously refusing to break contact with Nicole.
Nicole tucked a loose strand of hair behind Waverly's ear. She was mesmerized by the beauty of her love. She took in every freckle and every wrinkle, recording it to memory. Her eyes started to sting as she blinked away tears. She was filled with gratitude to be able to see and feel Waverley again, to be able to love her again.
Nicole thought she was surely going to die. When Waverley cradled her head in her lap and she felt her baby's tears on her face, she thought that it was the end.
"Waves" Nicole whispered. "Baby?"
"Nicole!" Waverly jumped up throwing her hands in the air. "You're awake!" "She's awake!" she shouted to whom ever had ears to hear.
Nicole started laughing, without any warning a burst of pain shot through her body, she flinched and grabbed fists full of linen till the pain subsided. She blinked away the tears and reached out to Waverley.
Sorry baby! Waverly apologized and peppered kisses all over Nicole's face.
Nicole’s voice was hoarse and her throat dry. “How long have I been out?”
“It’s been a rather long road to recovery babe. You were banged up pretty bad, we were scared you were not going to make it. Your heart stopped a few times.”
Waverly picked up a plastic glass with a straw in it and brought it to Nicole’s mouth. She helped her to take a sip of water.
Waverly hands started to shake as she began to cry the memories of what happened and accompanied emotion overwhelmed her. The Doctors warned her that the injuries will heal, but the emotional scaring could be worse than the visible injuries. Nicole still had a long journey ahead of her. Waverly committed herself to do anything and everything to help her love work through this nightmare.
Nicole took hold of Waverly's hands and squeezed them tightly, trying to convey her love through the simple touch.
Nicole felt overwhelmed and tired. Her body aced all over and all she wanted was to be wrapped up in Wave’s arms. Waverly climbed onto the bed and pulled Nicole closer. Nicole welcomed the warm body that settled next to her and rested her head on Waverley's chest. She gave into the exhaustion. Two broken traumatized souls fell asleep, their bodies intertwined.
Nicole found herself back in the dark basement, she was covered in blood. The room was dark. “No! No! I got out!” Nicole felt her throat tightening and she gasped for air while clawing at her throat and chest.
Someone was shouting her name. Shaking her. Slithers of light broke through the dark and the basement faded away.
“You had an anxiety attack!”
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!”
“Wake up baby!” Waverly grabbed the call button and repeatedly pressed it until a doctor and nurse came rushing into the room.
Nicole was violently thrashing in bed. Screaming and fighting of invisible enemies.
The doctor pinned Nicole to the bed as the sister tried to stick a needle into Nicole. A few seconds later the thrashing and screaming stopped as the sedation kicked in.
Wynonna came rushing into the room and pulled Waverly into her arms. She let Wynonna hold her, but all that she could think about was the widows and what she wanted to do to them. They had to pay, they had to suffer.