Post by Kelli-wa on Jan 12, 2012 1:35:39 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: This story is just for fun and may or may not actually happen in the events to come in the future for Cybill and Mason.
“God, Damn it, Mason! I don’t think you understand!” Cybill yelled through her cell phone. “We’re having a baby! You don’t have time for one more event!!” She listened to the receiver for a few minutes before starting to speak again, probably cutting him off. “Yeah, well if you want to be able to see your daughter ever, then I suggest you get your ass to this hospital before she’s born!” She let out a loud groan as a contraction forced it’s way through her body. “Damn, it, Mason! I don’t care if he won’t let you leave! I’m not having this baby alone!” She hung up the phone and crossed her arms angrily over her chest.
Bo sighed lightly at his younger sister. “A bit harsh don’t you think, Cyb?” he asked.
“No. I’m 37 weeks pregnant and he decides that it’s okay to go to this tournament? I’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t shape his ass up…”
“Cybill, it’s his job. He’s tyring to provide—“ he was cut off by his sister.
“He’s trying to be a big shot!”
“He is a big shot, Cybill! He’s number two in the nation right now. That’s not trying. You need to give him a little slack on this one.”
“Yeah, well he’s starting out a shitty father.”
Bo let out a sigh. He wasn’t going to get through to her. He couldn’t do it normally, there was no way he would be able to in her current state.
The hostpital was eerily empty when they arrived. Bo helped his sister out of the car and into a wheelchair that a nurse had brought out. Once they were in the building, Cybill was whisked away and Bo was left to do the paperwork. Since Mason wasn’t here, it fell into his hands. He filled it out to the best of his knowledge and his mother finished it off when she and the rest of their family got to the hospital. He gave it to the woman at the front desk. “You know you can go back there, honey. The father is on her approved list.” Bo smiled at the woman and raised his palm to face her, “Thanks, but I’m actually her brother. Father is working on getting here.”
Cybill huffed, crossing her arms. “One more event… One more and he was on his way. Andy won’t let him leave… He’d better make some damn good money.” She was talking to herself, but she was just letting off steam. Her pregnancy had made her very easily agitated and today was not an exception. She moved her hands to her stomach as another hard contraction came through. She let out a small wimper when it was over, completely beat already and she wasn’t even to the hard part yet.
A call came through on Cybill’s cell and Bo looked at the screen. Mason. He answered hurriedly. “Mason, Cybill won’t let anyone back there to help her and they told us that she’s dilating really quickly. She won’t let anyone in but you.” The voice on the other end wasn’t Mason’s, though.
“Sorry, not Mason.”
“What? Who is this?” Bo asked, extremely confused.
“Andy, Mason’s Manager. He always told us to contact Cybill in case of an accident. I didn’t know she was in labor…”
“What?” Bo asked.
“He wrecked. Damn it. I wouldn’t let him leave without running this last big even. I’m sorry.”
“Tell that to my sister, asshole. Where’s Mason, is he okay?”
“Well, no, he blacked out. They took him in the ambulance to the hospital.”
“God damn it.” He hung up the phone and shot from his chair.
His mother looked up. “Bo?”
He didn’t look back, he had to get to his sister.
“Oh fuck!” Cybill screamed at another contraction. “Give me something to stop this pain!” she hollered.
The nurse shook her head, “We can’t you progressed too quickly. We can’t do an epidural this late…”
“Oooohhhh Shiiiiiit!” she screamed, another contraction forcing the baby out of a hole that it was way to big for. Her doctor appeared and checked her out. He smiled. Are you ready to push?”
A terrified expression took over her face. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to do it alone. Where the hell was Mason? “No, I’m not ready to push. Mason isn’t here. I can’t… I can’t do it!” terror filling her words and seeping into the room.
“Cybill!” came a holler from the hall.
“Sir, you can’t go in there!”
Bo burst through the door.
“Bo?!” Cybill questioned. “Where is Mason?”
“He won’t be here,” Bo said. He picked up her hand and held it tight. Let me help you.”
“What do you mean he won’t be here?”
“He just won’t.”
“We have to do this on the next contraction,” the doctor said.
“No! Tell me!” Cybill hollered.
“He got into an accident in his last event,” Bo said, regretting he’d told her as soon as it came out of his mouth.
Cybill went almost white, staring at her brother blankly. As another contraction hit, the doctor instructed her to push. She did. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she pushed. With every scream there came more tears. Some were there from the pain, but most of them stemmed directly from her worry about Mason. The next push finished the job and the baby girl started crying. “Bo, is he okay?” she asked as her head fell back against the pillow.
“He blacked out. That’s all I know.”
“God, Damn it, Mason! I don’t think you understand!” Cybill yelled through her cell phone. “We’re having a baby! You don’t have time for one more event!!” She listened to the receiver for a few minutes before starting to speak again, probably cutting him off. “Yeah, well if you want to be able to see your daughter ever, then I suggest you get your ass to this hospital before she’s born!” She let out a loud groan as a contraction forced it’s way through her body. “Damn, it, Mason! I don’t care if he won’t let you leave! I’m not having this baby alone!” She hung up the phone and crossed her arms angrily over her chest.
Bo sighed lightly at his younger sister. “A bit harsh don’t you think, Cyb?” he asked.
“No. I’m 37 weeks pregnant and he decides that it’s okay to go to this tournament? I’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t shape his ass up…”
“Cybill, it’s his job. He’s tyring to provide—“ he was cut off by his sister.
“He’s trying to be a big shot!”
“He is a big shot, Cybill! He’s number two in the nation right now. That’s not trying. You need to give him a little slack on this one.”
“Yeah, well he’s starting out a shitty father.”
Bo let out a sigh. He wasn’t going to get through to her. He couldn’t do it normally, there was no way he would be able to in her current state.
The hostpital was eerily empty when they arrived. Bo helped his sister out of the car and into a wheelchair that a nurse had brought out. Once they were in the building, Cybill was whisked away and Bo was left to do the paperwork. Since Mason wasn’t here, it fell into his hands. He filled it out to the best of his knowledge and his mother finished it off when she and the rest of their family got to the hospital. He gave it to the woman at the front desk. “You know you can go back there, honey. The father is on her approved list.” Bo smiled at the woman and raised his palm to face her, “Thanks, but I’m actually her brother. Father is working on getting here.”
Cybill huffed, crossing her arms. “One more event… One more and he was on his way. Andy won’t let him leave… He’d better make some damn good money.” She was talking to herself, but she was just letting off steam. Her pregnancy had made her very easily agitated and today was not an exception. She moved her hands to her stomach as another hard contraction came through. She let out a small wimper when it was over, completely beat already and she wasn’t even to the hard part yet.
A call came through on Cybill’s cell and Bo looked at the screen. Mason. He answered hurriedly. “Mason, Cybill won’t let anyone back there to help her and they told us that she’s dilating really quickly. She won’t let anyone in but you.” The voice on the other end wasn’t Mason’s, though.
“Sorry, not Mason.”
“What? Who is this?” Bo asked, extremely confused.
“Andy, Mason’s Manager. He always told us to contact Cybill in case of an accident. I didn’t know she was in labor…”
“What?” Bo asked.
“He wrecked. Damn it. I wouldn’t let him leave without running this last big even. I’m sorry.”
“Tell that to my sister, asshole. Where’s Mason, is he okay?”
“Well, no, he blacked out. They took him in the ambulance to the hospital.”
“God damn it.” He hung up the phone and shot from his chair.
His mother looked up. “Bo?”
He didn’t look back, he had to get to his sister.
“Oh fuck!” Cybill screamed at another contraction. “Give me something to stop this pain!” she hollered.
The nurse shook her head, “We can’t you progressed too quickly. We can’t do an epidural this late…”
“Oooohhhh Shiiiiiit!” she screamed, another contraction forcing the baby out of a hole that it was way to big for. Her doctor appeared and checked her out. He smiled. Are you ready to push?”
A terrified expression took over her face. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to do it alone. Where the hell was Mason? “No, I’m not ready to push. Mason isn’t here. I can’t… I can’t do it!” terror filling her words and seeping into the room.
“Cybill!” came a holler from the hall.
“Sir, you can’t go in there!”
Bo burst through the door.
“Bo?!” Cybill questioned. “Where is Mason?”
“He won’t be here,” Bo said. He picked up her hand and held it tight. Let me help you.”
“What do you mean he won’t be here?”
“He just won’t.”
“We have to do this on the next contraction,” the doctor said.
“No! Tell me!” Cybill hollered.
“He got into an accident in his last event,” Bo said, regretting he’d told her as soon as it came out of his mouth.
Cybill went almost white, staring at her brother blankly. As another contraction hit, the doctor instructed her to push. She did. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she pushed. With every scream there came more tears. Some were there from the pain, but most of them stemmed directly from her worry about Mason. The next push finished the job and the baby girl started crying. “Bo, is he okay?” she asked as her head fell back against the pillow.
“He blacked out. That’s all I know.”