Northern Stars Are Flaming

Blue Eyes

Stevie continued stroking Christine's hair as she still had her head on lap "Shouldn't she be awake by now?" Stevie asked upset watching the doctor still repairing Christine.

"She probably is and is either too drunk, too high or too stressed out by all the yelling that she is just laying there, I'm really disappointed in whoever did hurt her, knowing she has been repaired before and then someone clearly penetrating her and re-tearing her stitches and hurting her entrance more, its appalling and then you Miss Nicks, trying to stitch her up yourself, it will be a miracle if she does heal properly!" The doctor exclaimed in annoyance.

"Can I put the torch down now, my hand is hurting?" John asked needing a ciggie, still not looking at Christine's injured entrance.

"You should have thought about pain when you were penetrating your wife!" The doctor snapped, finishing up with Christine "I want her untied too before I leave, also use an icepack on her to ease the stitches and swelling, not directly on her skin though, use it wrapped in a clean cloth or against her underwear, it should still help her because she will be in a lot of pain once the anaesthetic wears off. Try to make sure she takes actual medication for pain, not whatever you lot have been using and she needs to take antibiotics, she is running a very high risk of infection now and she has got to keep very clean and rest, no stimulation whatsoever and no intercourse for over six weeks and only after she is checked by a medical professional, her cervix also seems injured but I cant look properly so we just have to hope its alright!" The doctor said firmly, cleaning her up and packing his things away "Put some underwear with a pad or something because she is still bleeding as well!" He added.

"Will she be alright?" Stevie asked, tears streaming down her face as she felt nauseous again, worried sick about Christine.

"Should be!" The doctor nodded "If she is just taken care of and not penetrated, make her rest too, walking and moving, sitting too will inflame her stitches and make her take longer to heal!"

"Should be, you either fixed her or not!" John exclaimed angrily "She should have went to a fucking hospital to start with, why did you not get an ambulance? If she has severe damage this is all your fault Stevie!" John bellowed.

"Fuck off John!" Stevie snapped back "You did this!"

"Instead of fighting, Mr John or Mcvie or whatever you are, can you find some underwear and a pad for your wife?" The doctor asked.

"Fine!" John exclaimed and walked off out of the room to Christine's bedroom, soon returning and handing them to the doctor, then he stormed off from the room past Mick and Lindsey who were still lurking in the doorway, Stevie watched angrily.

"Why don't you both fuck off too, she isn't an art expedition!" Stevie screamed, Lindsey shook his head and left and Mick looked at her sadly with worry as well and they left the room.  

"Now you and this woman clearly are lovers, so if you care about her, just take care of her and here, this is a card for a rehab clinic, I sense a lot of this was drug induced so take this into consideration!" He said firmly handing Stevie a card and then he untied Christine's ankles, putting the underwear onto her and then untied her hands "Bye Miss Nicks!" He waved and was grateful to leave.

"I'm so sorry baby!" Stevie cried, stroking Christine's face and Christine opened her eyes dazed as she looked at Stevie and forced a smile "Your awake, do you want me to get you anything, I'm so sorry for making you pass out!"

"I'm ok!" Christine stammered shakily reaching her hand up and brushing her fingers against Stevie's cheek.

"I'm sorry I had to call a doctor, I'm sorry I didn't fix you myself!" Stevie frowned "Please don't hate me for it, I know you hate medical help, but I didn't know how to stitch you up and I hurt you by trying!"

"I shouldn't have tried to make you , it was cruel of me, please forgive me!" Christine whimpered and started crying, feeling bad about making Stevie try to stitch her up.

"Don't cry, please, are you in pain, do you want some pain meds?" Stevie soothed.

"I don't feel much, it just feels weird, but I heard what the doctor said, I'm so humiliated a man had to fix me, I don't even go to doctors hardly ever and now he just spent who knows how long, fixing me down there!"  Christine frowned, worried about how she was going to feel later and heal, he hadn't sounded confident and she regretted getting drunk and stoned with John "I'm sorry for putting you through this!"

"Its ok, I caused it all, I hurt you, I just want to you to not stress, I have to get some things ready ok, like an icepack for you, I want you too eat too and take the pain meds!" Stevie explained "You have to take the antibiotics too!"

"I don't want too, I am not supposed to drink with them!" Christine whined.

"Well your taking them, even if I have to force them down your throat, I don't want you anymore injured than you are!" Stevie insisted "I am quitting drugs too and I want you to as well, cocaine caused all this, I seriously injured you and you could have died!" Stevie exclaimed.

"Stevie, stop blaming yourself, I just need to try and get more comfortable, I'm starting to feel a little sore!" Christine winced.

Stevie was already worried "Ok, I will help move you, actually I can get one of the guys too carry you to your own bed though, I have to change the sheets on mine!" Stevie smiled softly.

"Did I ruin them, I'm sorry!" Christine frowned.

"I don't care about them, I only care about you and clean sheets always make you feel extra cozy and you need to keep yourself clean!" Stevie smiled, still playing with Christine's hair and then she pressed a kiss on her forehead "Who do you want to carry you?"

"Cant I walk, I'm still pretty numb!" Christine replied.

"Your on bedrest and that's final, I'm your doctor now and I will be taking care of you properly!" Stevie stated touching the tip of Christine's nose.

"I suppose you could get John!" Christine shrugged.

"Do I have to get him, he did this to you!" Stevie sighed annoyed.

"Ok, get Mick then, he is the calming Daddy!" Christine smiled, trying to cheer Stevie up.

Stevie nodded and slid herself off the bed, hurrying off downstairs, finding the three men, conversing in the kitchen, John whinging and rubbing his head, while Lindsey puffed on a joint and chugged back a beer obnoxiously "Mick, can you come and help me please!" Stevie asked and Mick nodded placing his joint in the crystal ashtray beside Lindsey.

"Mick you had better not fuck my wife under Stevie's demand, you and your tusk will kill her!" John exclaimed.

"Johnnyboy, I'm not stupid like you, if a woman is injured, you don't fuck her, you take care of her!" Mick remarked.

"Fuck off, it was mutual her and I were drunk!" John exclaimed.

"Lets just not let this tear the band apart like you pair have torn Christine apart, we are all family and we will get through this, Chris hates fighting and so do I!" Mick said calmly glancing at John and Stevie.

"Mick, how bad do you think I feel, Stevie hurt her the first time!" John stated.

"You don't feel as bad as Chris will when the injection wears off, make yourself useless and get an icepack ready!" Stevie hissed and walked off upstairs with Mick after grabbing Mick's hand and basically dragging him away.