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Vanessa’s tears hit the sheets. She was supposed to be at the airport waiting for her girlfriend, but instead she lay in a hospital bed with a cast on her leg. She wanted Mandy. The last time Vanessa was in a hospital bed was four years ago in 2000 when her father stabbed her, and she ended up in a medically induced coma, almost dying. She’s never wanted somebody home so bad in her life as much as she wanted her girlfriend. Her mind and heart raced simultaneously at the thoughts running through her head. Had John finally killed her? Did that old bastard finally have no use for the one woman who brought life back into her eyes since Freddy’s?
Vanessa’s tears flowed. No, she couldn’t lose her now.
The door creaked open. She didn’t care or bother to look up, as it was probably just another fucking nurse taking more blood.
Someone touched her shoulder. “Vanny..”
Only one person ever called her that. Looking at her was Amanda, tired dark green eyes looking into her own.
Vanessa pulled her down by the shirt collar, lips colliding in a kiss driven by relief and passion.
Once they parted, Vanessa looked up at her. “I was worried you were-“ she stops. She knows that if she were to say something about John, Amanda would be upset with her. It isn’t Amanda‘s fault the way she is, it’s John’s. Manipulation of the shattered mind is quite the slope, and John is a master at navigating it.
Unfortunately.
“When you called me about being sent to the hospital in an ambulance, I was putting somebody in a test. What the fuck did you do?” Amanda sits on the bed, eyes locked to her lover’s.
“Tripped over Sparky and fell down the stairs.”
“ why the fuck did you trip over the dog?!”
“ because I can. I wanted to break my leg.”
“Don’t get bitchy with me.”
“ Don’t ask stupid questions if you don’t want sarcastic answers, then.”
“ Do you need a reminder of whose name you have carved into your back?! Because I would be more than happy to fucking remind you of your place, Vanessa.” Amanda’s threat silences the other woman, The whirring and beeping of hospital machinery being the only sound in the room besides breathing.
“I’m an officer of the law. I could have you in handcuffs and escorted out the building.”
Amanda laughs. The sound is bitter, with a dark edge. She leans down until she’s inches apart from Vanessa’s face. She roughly grabs her by the hospital gown, only being careful as to not make her leg worse.
“I could say the same thing to you, bitch. I could easily have you cuffed and begging for my fucking touch as I sit back and watch you writhe.”
Vanessa only looks her dead in the eyes. Green eyes against green, the woman only smirks. “Do it, then. I’m not afraid of you.”
“I know you’re not, Vanny,” The nickname slips off of Amanda’s tongue, the woman now on top of her, straddling her hips. “You have the confidence of a fox, but deep down, you’re a pathetic bunny; wanting me to put you in your place and to break you until you’re screaming my name. So shut the fuck up before I leave you here with none of that.”
Vanessa knows Amanda’s fucking with her. Amanda can’t help herself when it comes to showing sheer dominance, especially with Vanessa.
By god, did Vanessa love that.
Amanda knows what Vanessa wants. The woman’s confidence levels and snarky personality are things she admires about her.
But Vanessa can be too arrogant for her own good, often ending up where she shouldn’t.
They were rough with each other, often clashing. Amanda softened suddenly, grabbing a sharpie after getting up. On the cast, she simply wrote:
‘Property of Amanda. Love you, Bunny.’
“There we go,” she stepped back, admiring her work. “Now, when you’re home in a few days, you’re on bedrest until you can walk a bit better.”
“Amanda, I can handle myself perfectly fine. I’m capable.”
“But you can’t design shit with me if you can barely move without pain meds, Van. Can’t have you whacked out around fucking power tools.” Amanda laughed, crawling into the hospital bed. Vanessa didn’t argue, allowing herself to feel the embrace she’s been missing. “How was Mexico?” Vanessa finally asked, Amanda still reeling from the experience. “It went as all of John’s games do, Vanessa. People died, there was blood.”
Amanda’s response made Vanessa uneasy, but she knew better than to push it. “I’m here if you want to talk about it, Mandy. You don’t have to hide it if you don’t want to.”
Amanda squeezed her tighter. In a time where Vanessa needed her, the ever selfless blonde was more concerned about her than anything else.
Amanda was lucky to have Vanessa, and by the graces of god would she let the world know.