~𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛~ (a rhea Ripley X fem reader story)

broken...

the undeniable sound of Bianca's intro fills the arena as she waits for me to join her, we stick with her music because, well... its fabulous and as we make our way towards the ring -- having to dodge Bianca's braid a multitude of times -- we are announced as the champions. I hop over the top rope - as does Bianca - and we raise our championships above our heads, smiling widely despite my obvious anxiety. Before I know it I'm handing my championship over to the ref and taking my stand on the apron, waiting to be tagged in. 

thankfully, Bianca has taken lead of the match and so our team starts off with dominance. though that dominance falters when I'm tagged in and met with a scorpion kick from Dakota Kai, my stomach is already churning, and while i continue to fight, I'm met with attack after attack after attack to me leg and it's slowly giving out on me. it hurts. and I'm not saying this to be dramatic -- this isn't exaggerated - I cannot put my foot back down on the floor, so with no other option, I tag Bianca back in and roll out of the ring only to be caught by Bayley, fucking great. Iyo enters the ring and distracts the ref from Bayley -- who immediately takes advantage of this situation and slams me leg first into the steel steps, and I hear a crack... not a pop, not a tear.. a crack and i just collapse - screaming out in agony as I hit the floor. Bianca's worry serves as a distraction and she's pinned... but there's no celebration, no victory - all focus is on me and my agonising wails, medics surround me and Demi runs out - not in character but she doesn't care, she's immediately by my side and speaking words of reassurance that I can't hear - the noise around me blurring as I fade into unconsciousness...

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"Y/N? Y/N can you hear me??" my wife's worried voice wakes me up and the fluorescent lights of a hospital room blind me momentarily. "mum!" I hear my son's voice and peel my eyes open, seeing my wife, son, daughter, Bianca, Gionna and Damian all surrounding me.

"wh-what?" I mumble, my voice croaky and hoarse from the screams I had previously let out. "Pam's really sorry.. she's outside, she didn't want to come in in case you were mad..." Gionna voices. Mad? why would I be- I catch glimpse of my leg... wrapped in a cast and it dawns on me what had happened... broken. my leg is fucking broken. and yet, I'm not mad, I mean how could I be really, I knew I wasn't 100% going into the match and the fact that Pam - Bayley - had even made the effort to come down and make sure I was okay just shows that she didn't intend on hurting me to this extent... and I know she feels really guilty.

"let her in... I'm not mad." I whisper, straining my vocal chords just to get a word out. Damian nods and opens the door, to which Pamela walks into the room, her head low, guilt all over her expression. I wave her over and open my arms for a hug, it's not her fault, I shouldn't have fought... she takes the hug and apologises profusely, but I dismiss them "not your fault..." I whisper gently into her ear, rubbing her back gently. Her tension eases up and she pulls away...

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I can't sleep. visiting hours are over. have been for the past 3 hours and now I'm just staring at the ceiling, it's been so long since I slept alone - much less in a hospital. I don't like it... but someone had to look after the kids and Demi didn't want to call Lana on such short notice. It's fine Y/N, you can do this... It's a few nights at most... nothing you can't handle.

this is fucking torture. I hate hospitals with a burning passion and this does not do me any justice, even though she was here just a few hours prior, I miss my wife... I miss her strong arms wrapped securely around me, I miss her scent engulfing my sense at every given moment. I miss Demi...

I want my wife.