Pushy couldn’t help but blush as Michael rested a hand in her already messy hair, chewing on her bottom lip as she just watched him. She swallowed hard as he looked down, feeling like she made him feel worse, her heart thumping against her chest. Pushy let out a soft staggered breath as he spoke, tears threatening to fall, the only thing she wanted right now was his arms around her again. She gave him a slight smile as Michael kissed the top of her hand, “I’d be worried if you didn’t.” She whispered jokingly, the medicine starting to make her feel tired. Pushy glanced down at Michael’s moving leg, her hand squeezing his, “Not really…They said that the doctor, whoever that may be, is gonna come in soon…” She trailed off, his odd question making her raise an eyebrow. “A joke? Really?” Pushy said, letting out a tired laugh as she snuggled herself against the bed, still holding his hand tight. “I wanna know..” Pushy paused, biting down on her bottom lip. “I wanna know about your childhood…” She whispered, looking at Michael, blinking her eyes slowly, probably just from the medicine.
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Pushy looked up at Micheal as he squeezed her hand, wanting him to come closer, just wanting him to wrap his arms around her body. She watched as he looked out the door, laying her head on the oddly comfortable pillow, a shy smile on her lips. “Yeah, and by then it’ll be over-baked..” She whispered, glancing down at her stomach, the feeling of Micheal playing with her fingers causing her to smile, his next words making her laugh. “Meh, you’ve always been too sarcastic when it comes to jokes so..” Pushy trailed off, listening to Micheal, gasping as he answered his own joke, “How rude, Anthony.” She said, her eyes rolling. “Since when did you have a job?” She asked, giggling softly. Pushy soon regretted the next words the came out of her mouth, seeing his face change, her eyes lulled as she watched Micheal. “I’m just curious…I’ll tell you about mine too if you want.” She said softly, beginning to listen to Micheal. All of a sudden, she felt a large amount of pressure in her stomach, feeling her breaths slow down, the focus on Micheal disappearing as she finally realized what was happening. ‘I need to push…’ Pushy thought, eyeing the nurses as they walked in, their smiles letting Pushy know that it was time. “The doctor is coming right now, sweetheart. He needs to see how far dialated you are.” The lead nurse said, and Pushy nodded quickly, squeezing Micheal’s hand tightly as she felt the pressure to push again, trying to fight it off with most of her strength.
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Michael steadied his breath as he entered the small room, seeing Pushy lying there helplessly. He smiled a small smile as she answered him back, just the sound of her voice relieving his worry. His arms around her from her bedside, Michael shook his head as she went to grab his wrist. “Are you crazy? Relax, relax, I’m fine… Worry about your arm right now okay?” He assured her, gently pulling his injured hand from her grip as he moved it to stroke her hair gently. “How’s it feel?” He asked, licking his bottom lip as his eyes trailed to the needle in her arm. He raised an eyebrow as she told him he was crying, something he always noticed in her eyes but somehow didn’t this time. That bothered him. Michael paused, looking up at her, “It hurt that bad?” He bit his lip, taking in a deep breath as he waited for her response. Michael chuckled slightly at Pushy’s question, shaking his head. Eyeing the patterned chair next to him, he pulled it over to the bed, with his busted hand of course, sitting backwards in it to face Pushy. “Nurses,” He shook his head, staring off as he bit his lip in thought. He wanted to change the subject, grabbing her hand as the surrounding silence consumed them.
Pushy rolled her eyes as gently pulled his injured hand from her not so loose grip, blushing heavily as he stroked her hair, loving the feeling of Micheal touching her at the moment, wanting him to just hold her now. She raised eyebrow at his question, following his eyes towards her arm, and Pushy swallowed hard, trying to forget the flashback. ‘Don’t tell him. Don’t tell him. Fuck, he has to know..’ She thought to herself, looking back at him, smiling slightly. “What? My body or my arm?” pushy said back to him with a laugh that sounded a bit too forced, her eyes scanning over his face. Pushy shrugged at his next question, knowing that she shouldn’t lie to him, to the love of her life, the father of her child. “It just…When they stuck the needle in…” She paused, looking back at him, “It reminded me of something that I did before you even showed up to Hillcrest.” She whispered, looking down at the sheets, but soon looked up at him as he pulled a chair close to the bed, smiling at him as he spoke. “Alright..” Pushy said to him, not wanting Micheal to get any more angry than he was. She let him take her hand, her fingers intertwining his own as silence filled the room, the only sound being the machines near Pushy. “I love you Micheal..” She said, her voice quiet as she kept her eyes focused on their intertwined fingers, licking her bottom lip mindlessly.
(Source: the-pushy-malone)
The worst part was that he could still hear every sound that was coming from the room. Did they really think a curtain would keep me from knowing what was going on? God I hate this fucking place… Michael thought to himself, pacing nervously outside. He listened closely to the voices of the nurses, squeezing his eyes shut as they put the needle in her arm. “You can do it…” Michael whispered, hoping no one actually heard him. “You the kid with the pregnant girl?” Michael’s head shot up, seeing the cop standing there. Shit. “Yeah, that’s me… She’s in there th-they kicked me out… Something you need- officer?” Michael’s voice was deep and quiet, and he tried to avoid much eye contact with the man. “No, no… Just wanted to make sure you got in safe… Aren’t you a little young to be-“ Michael interruped the man on impulse, “Driving? No sir, I’m 18 years old…” “I was gonna say havin’ a kid, son. 18 is a little young… Not that it’s any of my business.” The man’s words made Michael grind his jaw. “No, not really…” He muttered under his breath, clearing his throat to correct himself. “Look- thank you for all your help. I gotta get back to her…” The policeman said no more, nodding off to Michael as he wished the couple luck. Asshole. Doesn’t need to know my fuckin’ business… I’ve had enough of these fucking people! Michael fumed, suddenly smashing the side of his fist against the wall. He looked up to see more than one doctor in their sterile coats holding clipboards staring at him, all eyebrows raised. “She’s having a baby,” He said, looking down ashamedly at the cold tile floor. Michael let out a deep breath, leaning his head defeatly against the wall behind him, his eyes shutting tight. “She’s all done,”Michael’s eyes opened immediately, the original nurse standing in front of him. He turned to go immediately back into the room, but was stopped by the nurse’s fucking voice. “How far along… is she, exactly?” The woman looked kindly at him, almost as if pitying him. “Uh… almost 8 months. It’s not supposed to be this soon…” Michael shook his head, looking at the ground again. The nurse simply nodded, licking her lipsticked bottom lip as she smiled sadly at him. “That’s luck of the draw, right now. We gave her a pain reliever to help until she’s ready to deliver. We’ll see what we can do.” The nurse touched Michael’s shoulder, walking away to grab another goddamn chart. See what they can do… That’s all? Michael shook his head, immediately going back into the room. “Hey…” He said quietly, rushing immediately to the side of the bed.
Pushy could feel her eyes burn from the tears, her blurred eyes looking at the I.V in her arm, her breathing becoming heavy. She suddenly jumped, hearing a loud bang against the wall, knowing Michael had gotten angry. ‘He can control it…He’s okay..Everything will be okay Push…’ She thought to herself, her eyes looking out of the room door, hearing Michael’s voice, her heart thumping against her chest. She let out a deep breath as she relaxed into the hospital bed, feeling the medicine start to kick in, her body feeling tired, yet relaxed. Pushy looked up from where her eyes were, staring at the I.V, to Micheal, his quiet voice making her swallow hard. “H-Hey…” She whispered back, pulling him into an awkward hug, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. “Are you okay? I heard something out there. Are you hurt? Let me see your hands. And arms.” Pushy quickly murmured, pulling out of the hug to grabbed his wrists, seeing the side of his fist turn beet red, her eyes softening at the sight. She let a finger ghostly trail on the skin, her eyes looking up at Michael. “Ignore the fact that I was crying…Please.” Pushy told him, unaware that he might not have noticed that she had tears on her cheeks. “Why did you get angry, lovebug?” Pushy asked softly, still holding onto Michael’s wrists.
(Source: the-pushy-malone)
Helping Pushy off with her clothes, Michael was gentle not to cause her any more pain than she already was in, chuckling at her response to his comment. “Yeah… like knocking you up? Yeah, real good…” Michael smirked, placing his lips gently on her skin. “I know you know… Alright, it’s all done. Lemme help you back u-” His words were abruptly interrupted as four nurses came in, causing Michael to take in a deep breath. Leave us the fuck alone… He looked blankly up at the four women, grinding his jaw anxiously. “What’s goin’ on…” He looked at the sharp objects in their hand, immediately afraid for Pushy. “Why can’t I stay in here with her? She doesn’t know you…” Michael raised his voice slightly, feeling that unbearable rage coming on quickly. Hearing the nurses ask him again, Michael flared his nostrils, looking back at Pushy, remaining silent or else he would say something he would regret. Don’t flip out, you’ll make her nervous. Michael stepped towards the bed quickly, grabbing Pushy’s hand. “You’ll be fine. I’m gonna be right outside. You’re strong, remember?” He kissed her forehead quickly, squeezing her hand a last time before hesitantly letting go. “I love you,” He said hushedly, annoyed that the nurses were even in the room.
Pushy licked her bottom lip as she heard Micheal’s voice rise, immediately fearing for the worst, knowing that his disorder was still there. ‘Come on Michael…Calm down….Do what you’re told…’ She thought, her eyes softening as he quickly stepped towards the bed, giving him a nod as he spoke softly, her hands tightly grabbing his. “I-I know…” Pushy whispered, her lips parted as he kissed her forehead, nodding to him as he squeezed her hand, his words causing her to smile. “I love you too…” She whispered, watching as a nurse walked him out, her eyes averting to the women around her. “Alright, sweetheart. All we’re gonna do is prick your wrist with a needle, and put some tape and a tube around it, okay?” One women said, and Pushy nodded, closing her eyes as she suddenly felt the needle prick into the skin, the sudden flashback of her laying in her room at Hillcrest, her wrists slit open. Pushy felt her eyes water, and let out a shaky breath as the pain went away, the nurses smiling at her. “Alright, sweetheart. The doctor will be in shortly. We gave you some medicine that can shorten the pain. Just breathe, and we will be back in a bit.” The women said, the other nurses nodding with her voice. Pushy laid back on the bed, watching them walk out, and she pulled the bed’s cover over herself, the flashback still hitting her brain, tears running down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath as she waited for Micheal to come back in the room, wanting him to hold her close.
(Source: the-pushy-malone)
#that moment where i spell michael 'micheal' #haters gonna hate #annnd that actually happened. pushy tried to kill herself. #welp
Pushy let out a deep breath as she was rolled through the hospital, Michael’s words causing her thoughts to disappear, her eyes glancing up at him as he spoke quietly. She gave him a slight smile, sighing as she looked around the bland colored room, her hand squeezing Michael’s. Pushy sighed in relief as she moved from the bed slightly, nodding to his words as he moved his hands on her back, groaning from how good it felt. She let out a breathless laugh, losing her eyes for a moment, “Michael, they are different from…that place.” She said quietly, now standing as she looked at the thin gown, biting her lip. Pushy looked up at him as he spoke, letting out a slight laugh as Michael lifted up her shirt, too lazy to do it on her own. She lifted an eyebrow at his next words, rolling her eyes slightly. “You’re good at other things too.” She said back, winking at him as he took off her bra, her eyes closing suddenly as she felt his lips on her shoulder, letting out a deep breath at his murmured words. “I know..” Pushy whispered back, grabbing the gown as she slipped it on, pulling down her leggings and underwear, her eyes widening as four nurses rushed in with needles and thin tubes, Pushy’s heart racing. “Sir, you need to let us take it from here. Please step out in the hallway for a few minutes while we set her up.” One of the nurses said, gently grabbing Pushy’s arm, helping her lay on the bed. “Sir. Please.” The women said again, Pushy’s eyes looking over at Michael, worry written all over her face.
Michael drove on in a mixed state of shock and relief… the luck they were running into was… scary. Michael took in a deep breath at hearing the words I love you, words that didn’t sound so strange to hear anymore. He straightened his spine in the driver’s seat as he spotted the hospital sign, rubbing his hand over Pushy’s, her skin feeling clammy and hot. “O-okay… Wheelchair…” Michael said, hastily pulling the truck in front of the emergency room doors as he spotted the cop behind him. “Thank you so much officer- I-I got it from here,” Michael said, biting his lip anxiously. He pushed the doors open with no discretion, turning heads as he should to the triage nurse, “Wheelchair… She needs a wheelchair-” Michael yelled, out of breath. “Who needs a wheelchair, sonny?” The soft voice echoed through the front of the emergency room. “M-my girlfriend… She’s having a baby- Can someone please get a wheelchair-” Michael said exhaustedly, following the nurse out to the truck as she wheeled out the chair to Pushy.
Pushy closed her eyes, the silence filling the car making her feel anxious, her skin hot and clammy from the contractions. She felt the next one decrease slightly, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Pushy looked at Micheal, hearing his words become not so steady. “Hurry back…” She whispered, watching him go into the emergency room doors, hearing his yells from outside. Pushy silently laughed, knowing how anxious he was, hoping she could calm him down once she was in a room, laying on a bed. She soon saw a nurse, with Micheal behind her, with a wheelchair being pushed out. Pushy opened the door to the truck quickly, sitting down on the wheelchair as she held her stomach. “Good job sweetheart…Now we will take you…” Pushy closed her eyes as she wheeled her through, not wanting to hear anyone, the contraction not coming yet. She groaned internally as the nurse kept talking and talking, feeling herself being wheeled into a room, the light blue walls making her sick to her stomach, the bed looking oddly comfortable. “Alright, let me get you a gown and we will set you up.” The nurse told her as Pushy stood from the wheelchair, sitting on the bed, bending her back so that she was looking to the ground. “Can you rub my back?” Pushy whispered, her voice sounding weak, yet demanding towards Micheal, wanting him to feel calm about their situation.
The nurse quickly ran into the room with a gown in her hand, making Pushy look up. “Okay, would you like me to help you, hun? Or do you want him to help you?” she asked, and Pushy grabbed the gown from her hands, giving her a strong look. “He’ll help me.” She whispered, the nurse walking out. Pushy stood slowly the contractions feeling less painful now, and she looked at Micheal. “Help me, lovebug…” She said softly, giving him a small smile.
(Source: the-pushy-malone)
Michael squeezed Pushy’s hand firmly as he brought the truck to a stop, wanting her to know that he was there for her, no matter what. His heart pounded in his chest, and he collected himself as he rolled down the window, clearing his throat before looking up at the officer. Michael was ready to do or say anything he needed to get them out of there, but there was apparently no need, as he heard Pushy’s high-pitched voice behind him before he could even open his mouth. “O-officer, I’m just trying to get her to the-” He glanced up at the cop almost in awe, nodding profusely as the man smiled. “Thank you- now let’s go.” Michael nodded, looking over at Pushy as she regretted her anger. “Push…” Michael said, suddenly laughing. “That was fucking amazing! Holy shit. I love you…” The words seemed to trail out of his mouth, and he stared at her, lost in the moment. Michael was pulled abruptly back into reality as Pushy then let out another yelp, her hands pressed to her stomach. “Let’s go,” Michael said, his hand pulling down the shift. He began to drive again, his hand moving back to Pushy’s. “Look, we’re here. It’s gonna be alright babe…” Michael assured her, nodding to the tall hospital sign just above the trees on the highway.
Pushy let out a shaky breath as the cop ran back to his car, her eyes looking at Micheal, his laugh making her raise an eyebrow, trying desperately to not think of pain. She smiled at slightly, sweat on her forehead. “I love you too..” she whispered, blushing as he just stared at her for a moment, as if he was just lost in time. Pushy bit her lip at another contraction, letting her head fall back against the seat, her eyes shut as she breathed deeply, in and out as Micheal grabbed her hand again, her own hand sweaty from the mix of nervousness and pain. She nodded silently at Micheal’s words, knowing he was probably more scared than her right now, and she squeezed his hand gently, moving her head to look at Micheal, just watching him. “I-I don’t know if I can walk…” Pushy whispered, the contraction making her chew on her bottom lip, that in which stopped her from screaming from pain. “P-Pinky promise you’ll be in there…The whole time…Please…” She whispered, letting her free hand reach over and run through is hair gently, hoping he would calm down a bit.
(Source: the-pushy-malone)
