Post by Alisha on Jan 11, 2012 19:05:17 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: This is a future story, and there is no guarantee that this will in fact occur in Mason and Cybill's future. This was written purely for entertainment purposes.
Cybill's POV
He had left early that morning, long before Cybill was even awake. With a kiss on her hair, Mason walked out of their shared beachside home and drove to the tournament. It was his job and he had to do it, not matter how much he wanted to stay home with her.
It wasn't much of a surprise to get a call from Cybill in the middle of that day, his very pregnant girlfriend had gone into labor and was not very happy that he was unable to leave at a moments notice. Mason held the phone away from his ear when he found his manager. "Andy, I need to get out of here." The man gave him a blank look, shaking his head after a minute. "Not possible, Mason." He said, "You've got too much riding on this."
"This is important. I don't care about my place in the ranks."
"Well, I do, and so does your bank account. This fastest I can get you out of here is after the next big event."
"Well, make it happen." Mason sighed, leaving Andy standing there.
Mason had called Cybill back and was leaning against the bathroom wall in attempt to get some privacy. He tried to speak calmly into the phone, despite her heated words and yelps of pain. He felt horrible that he wasn't able to leave right away, but hopefully she would last long enough for him to get his sorry ass over there. "I'm sorry Cyb, I can't get out of here for a little while."
Mason sighed into the phone, he hated being in this position. It wasn't like he wanted to be anywhere else but with her, but he had no choice. It was his job, and a very demanding one at that. He had signed contracts and was forced to do this one last event before he could legally leave the tournament. "Cybill, I'm sorry." Mason said, removing the phone from his ear slightly when the yell rang through. He hated being a disappointment to the girl he loved. "They won't let me leave. I'm already skipping out early with this last event." Cybill was not happy with him, and he didn't blame her for being so angry. After all, they were supposed to do this together. He'd promised her. He winced at her words and tone of voice and was about to speak again when the line went dead. "I love you." He said to the blank screen.
Dialing her again and getting her voicemail, Mason scrubbed his hand over his face. "I love you, Cybill and our baby too." He said, Andy was banging on the door.
"Come on Mase, get your ass out here!"
"I just wanted you to know that. I'm sorry for letting you down. I have to go." He ended the call and wrenched the door open and walked passed Andy, not saying another word.
Ten minutes later, Mason was cued up at the ramp. The motor of his bike idly revving. "I don't know, guys. Something doesn't feel right. "
"Mason, we triple checked and we didn't notice anything abnormal with the bike, are you sure it's just not your nerves?"
Mason shook his head, though they couldn't see the minute action. He was never nervous about these things. He practically breathed confidence when it came to his career. The only nerves he held were about the fact that he was about to become a father and there was a good chance he wouldn't be there to witness it. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was starting out a shitty father.
He opted to just go with it, it was only a small run anyway. With a quick glance around at the huge crowd in the stands, he raised his palm and waved. The announcer announced his name on the intercom, talking about Mason and his achievements, various tournaments and trophies. But Mason didn't care about any of that right now. In that moment all he cared about was getting to the hospital.
When the horn blared, Mason took off, chunks of brown earth flying up behind him. He focused on the ground flying past him until he was launched into the air. The crowd cheered as he did a stunt he had done a million times, perfectly executed despite his nervous state. What happened next though, was not part of the plan. Never part of the plan.
As he landed, the front wheel of the bike went flying off, which sent Mason himself into the air. A collective gasp could be heard throughout the crowd. He hit the hard earth with a sickening thud, head first before somersaulting onto his back. The bike nearly missed him, but he wasn't that lucky.
He was in and out of consciousness when people started to swarm around him les than thirty seconds later. "Don't touch him!" A medic said to one of the field guards, running up and dropping to his knees beside him. "He landed on his head." The medic leaned over Mason's body. "Mason, can you hear me?" Mason groaned in pain, the bike had cut into his flesh and his head was spinning. The medic eased the cracked and dented helmet off of Mason's head, revealing his bloody skull. He had a deep gash on his forehead.
The crew removed the bike from his body and an unconscious Mason was lifted onto a stretcher. The crew maneuvered through the quickly growing crowd of fans as they loaded him into an ambulance. On the way to the hospital, Mason came too. His eyes slowly opened and his eyes frantically looked around the ambulance. Where was he? The paramedic leaned over him, and was talking. "Mason, you're in an ambulance and were on the way to the hospital. You we're in an accident at your tournament."
This wasn't information he really cared about. His heart beat faster, pounding in his chest. "I need to get to Cybill." He said, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head and trying to sit up. The paramedic pushed him back into a laying position. "You need to calm down."
"What do you mean I need to calm down?! My girlfriend is in labor and I need to be there." Mason once again tried to sit up only to be pushed down again.
"Sir, you're in no state to even stand. You could be bleeding internally."
"It doesn't matter."
With a frown, the paramedic shoved a needle into Mason's arm and his muscles became heavy when the sedative entered his system. "She's going to hate me." Mason whimpered. He was no longer able to the arms that had been trying to hold him down as the darkness consumed him once again.
When they finally arrived at the hospital Mason was taken into the hospital and set right to the emergency. A doctor walked behind the curtain and examined his wounds. "You sad the motorcycle landed on top of him?" She asked the nurse, looking at his chart. The woman shook her head. "Man, his body has been through a lot. Order a..." The doctor looked at a machine when it began beeping. Shoving the chart into the nurse's hands, the doctor felt around Mason's chest and sides, her eyes widening. "We need to get him into an OR. One of his ribs punctured an organ."
Everyone was sent into a flurry around him and he was hauled off to an operating room.
Hours later, he was placed in a room in the Intensive Care Unit, and the doctor was checking on Mason. His mother strode into the room, causing the doctor to look up. "Only family is allowed in here, ma'am."
"I'm his mother." Allison said dropping into the chair beside his bed and taking his hand in hers. "God, Mason. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" Granted, it had never been this bad, just broken bones here and there. Never this.
"How did he do this?" The doctor asked.
"He's a professional motocross and bmx rider." Alison said, her eyes never leaving her son's face.
The doctor nodded, picking up his chart and scanning down the paper. "It says here that a Cybill Grey is listed as his emergency contact. Do you know where she is? His manager came in with him said she was notified open departure."
Alison's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She had completely forgotten about Cybill. Just as she was about to pull out her phone to call the girl, she appeared in the doorway, sans belly. "You had the baby?" She gasped out, standing.
Cybill's POV
He had left early that morning, long before Cybill was even awake. With a kiss on her hair, Mason walked out of their shared beachside home and drove to the tournament. It was his job and he had to do it, not matter how much he wanted to stay home with her.
It wasn't much of a surprise to get a call from Cybill in the middle of that day, his very pregnant girlfriend had gone into labor and was not very happy that he was unable to leave at a moments notice. Mason held the phone away from his ear when he found his manager. "Andy, I need to get out of here." The man gave him a blank look, shaking his head after a minute. "Not possible, Mason." He said, "You've got too much riding on this."
"This is important. I don't care about my place in the ranks."
"Well, I do, and so does your bank account. This fastest I can get you out of here is after the next big event."
"Well, make it happen." Mason sighed, leaving Andy standing there.
Mason had called Cybill back and was leaning against the bathroom wall in attempt to get some privacy. He tried to speak calmly into the phone, despite her heated words and yelps of pain. He felt horrible that he wasn't able to leave right away, but hopefully she would last long enough for him to get his sorry ass over there. "I'm sorry Cyb, I can't get out of here for a little while."
Mason sighed into the phone, he hated being in this position. It wasn't like he wanted to be anywhere else but with her, but he had no choice. It was his job, and a very demanding one at that. He had signed contracts and was forced to do this one last event before he could legally leave the tournament. "Cybill, I'm sorry." Mason said, removing the phone from his ear slightly when the yell rang through. He hated being a disappointment to the girl he loved. "They won't let me leave. I'm already skipping out early with this last event." Cybill was not happy with him, and he didn't blame her for being so angry. After all, they were supposed to do this together. He'd promised her. He winced at her words and tone of voice and was about to speak again when the line went dead. "I love you." He said to the blank screen.
Dialing her again and getting her voicemail, Mason scrubbed his hand over his face. "I love you, Cybill and our baby too." He said, Andy was banging on the door.
"Come on Mase, get your ass out here!"
"I just wanted you to know that. I'm sorry for letting you down. I have to go." He ended the call and wrenched the door open and walked passed Andy, not saying another word.
Ten minutes later, Mason was cued up at the ramp. The motor of his bike idly revving. "I don't know, guys. Something doesn't feel right. "
"Mason, we triple checked and we didn't notice anything abnormal with the bike, are you sure it's just not your nerves?"
Mason shook his head, though they couldn't see the minute action. He was never nervous about these things. He practically breathed confidence when it came to his career. The only nerves he held were about the fact that he was about to become a father and there was a good chance he wouldn't be there to witness it. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was starting out a shitty father.
He opted to just go with it, it was only a small run anyway. With a quick glance around at the huge crowd in the stands, he raised his palm and waved. The announcer announced his name on the intercom, talking about Mason and his achievements, various tournaments and trophies. But Mason didn't care about any of that right now. In that moment all he cared about was getting to the hospital.
When the horn blared, Mason took off, chunks of brown earth flying up behind him. He focused on the ground flying past him until he was launched into the air. The crowd cheered as he did a stunt he had done a million times, perfectly executed despite his nervous state. What happened next though, was not part of the plan. Never part of the plan.
As he landed, the front wheel of the bike went flying off, which sent Mason himself into the air. A collective gasp could be heard throughout the crowd. He hit the hard earth with a sickening thud, head first before somersaulting onto his back. The bike nearly missed him, but he wasn't that lucky.
He was in and out of consciousness when people started to swarm around him les than thirty seconds later. "Don't touch him!" A medic said to one of the field guards, running up and dropping to his knees beside him. "He landed on his head." The medic leaned over Mason's body. "Mason, can you hear me?" Mason groaned in pain, the bike had cut into his flesh and his head was spinning. The medic eased the cracked and dented helmet off of Mason's head, revealing his bloody skull. He had a deep gash on his forehead.
The crew removed the bike from his body and an unconscious Mason was lifted onto a stretcher. The crew maneuvered through the quickly growing crowd of fans as they loaded him into an ambulance. On the way to the hospital, Mason came too. His eyes slowly opened and his eyes frantically looked around the ambulance. Where was he? The paramedic leaned over him, and was talking. "Mason, you're in an ambulance and were on the way to the hospital. You we're in an accident at your tournament."
This wasn't information he really cared about. His heart beat faster, pounding in his chest. "I need to get to Cybill." He said, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head and trying to sit up. The paramedic pushed him back into a laying position. "You need to calm down."
"What do you mean I need to calm down?! My girlfriend is in labor and I need to be there." Mason once again tried to sit up only to be pushed down again.
"Sir, you're in no state to even stand. You could be bleeding internally."
"It doesn't matter."
With a frown, the paramedic shoved a needle into Mason's arm and his muscles became heavy when the sedative entered his system. "She's going to hate me." Mason whimpered. He was no longer able to the arms that had been trying to hold him down as the darkness consumed him once again.
When they finally arrived at the hospital Mason was taken into the hospital and set right to the emergency. A doctor walked behind the curtain and examined his wounds. "You sad the motorcycle landed on top of him?" She asked the nurse, looking at his chart. The woman shook her head. "Man, his body has been through a lot. Order a..." The doctor looked at a machine when it began beeping. Shoving the chart into the nurse's hands, the doctor felt around Mason's chest and sides, her eyes widening. "We need to get him into an OR. One of his ribs punctured an organ."
Everyone was sent into a flurry around him and he was hauled off to an operating room.
Hours later, he was placed in a room in the Intensive Care Unit, and the doctor was checking on Mason. His mother strode into the room, causing the doctor to look up. "Only family is allowed in here, ma'am."
"I'm his mother." Allison said dropping into the chair beside his bed and taking his hand in hers. "God, Mason. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" Granted, it had never been this bad, just broken bones here and there. Never this.
"How did he do this?" The doctor asked.
"He's a professional motocross and bmx rider." Alison said, her eyes never leaving her son's face.
The doctor nodded, picking up his chart and scanning down the paper. "It says here that a Cybill Grey is listed as his emergency contact. Do you know where she is? His manager came in with him said she was notified open departure."
Alison's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She had completely forgotten about Cybill. Just as she was about to pull out her phone to call the girl, she appeared in the doorway, sans belly. "You had the baby?" She gasped out, standing.
