And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 112 - Poisoned

An hour into Mamma Mia, I grew lonely and the hand Rhea had around my shoulders wasn't enough.

I turned over and snuggled into her, humming at her warmth and listening to her breathing and the beating of her heart.

"Tired, pretty girl?" Rhea whispered against my head and I just closed my eyes because her voice was so comforting to me. I cuddled close to her and she squeezed me.

"Mmm." I hummed against her.

"I'll take that as a yes." She replied. "Cold?" She checked with me. I shook my head against her. "Wanna head inside?"

"I don't care, just don't let me go." I said softly.

"I'll take you inside. Hold on, Flo." The whispered and slowly got up, carrying me the whole way with her. She carried me across the yard and into the back door, placing me on the kitchen counter. "I have to clean that up, baby. Can you stay here?"

I nodded and she pulled away. I felt bad seeing her tidy up myself, so I slowly made my way back outside to help. But she ordered me back inside so I listened to her.

She told me to wait in bed, she'd be 10 minutes.

So I went to the bedroom and laid down, smiling because I was so excited to be with her tonight.

My obsession with this woman seemed to just be skyrocketing the minute she proposed to me.

I loved her so much.

A little bit later, she came in the room and went straight to the dresser, pulling it open.

I sat up, because it felt like she was really angry. Why... I didn't do anything. Did something happen?

"Rhea?" I asked softly, worried.

She didn't answer. She pulled the fluffy pajama shirt over her head suddenly, leaving her shirtless. Then pushed her pants off, and she was completely... naked.

What was she doing?

"Rhea?" I asked again.

Rhea pulled out...

Oh.

I knew that was a gag. Black and leather with a ball on the front.

She turned around and starting walking to me, face pissed. She pushed me by the shoulders and I fell back onto the bed.

She climbed over me and roughly put the gag over my head and tightening it on my mouth. I resisted a little, but she put it exactly on my mouth.

Rhea was sat on my hips, keeping me locked down to the bed completely. "You're going to be shaking by the end of this." Rhea said, not smiling as she looked down at me.

I admired down her body. Her breasts and her stomach with the beautiful ink.

Rhea slapped me sharply across the face and I gasped, letting out a muffled breath.

She quickly crawled back off me and grabbed my thighs, wrenching them up and... she didn't use her mouth like I thought she would. She lifted my legs and pressed her hips into me.

Like how she pins people.

Rhea kissed me on the ankle that was by her chin. As if a display of affection. Like a calm before the storm. An apology of what she was about to do.

Rhea went to grab my thighs again, but as she did it. I tensed my entire body in pain, and my middle stung. I let out muffled noises of pain, closing my eyes.

Rhea noticed something was wrong immediately and slowed down, face falling as she yanked the gag from my mouth. "Flo? Baby, what is it?" Rhea touched down my stomach, like she could take away the pain.

I grabbed my stomach and rolled to the side, the stinging worsening. I tried to breathe through it. But struggled, not being able to breath smoothly.

"Florence?" Rhea grabbed my hands. Anything she could to try and help me.

"It hurts, Rhea." I got out, voice weak. "My stomach... it hurts. Badly."

Rhea was stressed and she pulled me up to stand, hand on my back as she helped me stand up. "Fuck, Flo. Here hang on." Rhea put me to the bedpost and I held onto it for support, resting my head on it and my eyes clenching,

What was happening?

Rhea chucked some clothes on and ran back to me, guiding me outside, and into her truck. "Don't move, angel. Hang on." Rhea ran to the drivers side and got in. Reversing out and diving the way to the hospital.

Rhea was looking between me in pain and the road, trying to focus on both. But I was taking up majority of her attention. Whimpering and holding onto her arm, probably scratching and squeezing her skin.

There was something really really wrong.

"Breath for me, baby. Come on, you're alright, Flo. Hang on." Rhea whispered, trying to ease my pain however she could.

We pulled up to the hospital. Rhea didn't care and pulled her truck up to the place where the ambulances park. She didn't care and helped me out, taking us inside and yelling at the person at the front desk.

I was let in pretty quickly once Rhea told them I had surgery about 5-6 months ago. They were concerned there was some sort of complication.

They gave me some medication to ease the pain, then ordered an MRI.

Rhea was angry when she couldn't come and had to wait outside.

After a too long of lying down, they finished it up.

They gave me a room for the night and Rhea came in as soon as she could. "Are you alright?" Rhea came right beside me and held my arm. "Flo?"

I nodded. "Better."

"What the fuck is happening..." she said sadly, squeezing my hand. "I'm so sorry, I want you healthy, Angel." She rested her head on my hand, taking some worried breaths. "If I knew all of this would come with-"

"Rhea... stop it." I told her, and she looked at me sadly. "It was worth it... no matter what-"

A doctor walked inside the room, MRI scans in hand. He introduced himself and started explaining what was wrong.

I had lead poisoning.

From part of a bullet that was left inside me.

Leaking lead into my system overtime.

Rhea was beyond angry.

She wanted to absolutely murder the surgeon. Murder the doctor.

I grabbed her arm and tried to explain to her it was a mistake. The bullet was small and even I understood that it happened.

It wasn't a great thing.

But i was more understanding than Rhea was.

The doctor apologised profusely to us, especially to me.

Rhea said she'd sue him to his face, but I calmed her down, rubbing her hand softly.

I quickly figured out why Rhea was so upset and angry, when the doctor told me that the effects of lead poisoning aren't reversible. They can remove the source, via surgery and give me a medication to try and clear my blood of the lead. But it may never be clean again.

That really bummed me out.

Rhea noticed and glared at the doctor as he left. Then looked to me, shaking her head. "You don't deserve any of this. I'm so fucking sorry, Angel."

I looked at her softly. "It's not the best."

"I should find that fucking surgeon and make sure he loses his damned job." Rhea snapped. "I can't believe this... You need to have surgery again." Rhea looked down and shook her head. "I'm going to be here every step again, Angel. Every single day." She held my hand firmly.

I knew that. "I know." I told her. "What a good birthday." I joked, trying to find a way to lighten the crappy situation.

"Not funny." Rhea glared at me.

Mmm.

What a good first day of being 27 years old...