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Post by Horsey on Oct 23, 2007 12:12:25 GMT -5
I hope I don't disappoint. Question for my readers: Would you like to see Ridge gone for good? I'm truly debating that in my own mind, any input?
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Post by karen3012 on Oct 23, 2007 13:56:19 GMT -5
I do not think you will Horsey. As long as you do not kick your xerox machine into overdrive from now on or develop some strange need to worship a fugly rapist or cater to every whim and insecurity of a corpse bride, you will be fine with me. That is a good question that you raise about Ridge. On bRat's show I want him gone, because you can never trust not to throw Brooke back into his arms no matter what happened before, and the actor rather hurt's this character's case as well. But I really liked your last installment and guess that Ridge might finally find a purpose in life, other than just thinking of himself I mean, and be the comic relief and/ or a possible distraction for Taylow. I guess it will be up to you , if you'll find anything interesting you could write around him, which must be hard considering the fact that I always have this totem pole in front of my inner eye whenever I try to picture Ridge in any kind of situation. And it will probably also depend on how, you'll be able to fit him into your story, if at all. Did that help at all, or did I reach my goal to really thoroughly confuse you now?
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Post by Horsey on Oct 23, 2007 14:08:30 GMT -5
No, you didn't confuse me. and thank you for your input karen3012.
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Post by foreverbrookie on Oct 23, 2007 17:59:58 GMT -5
Finally Ridge gets that butt kicking that he truly deserves! As much as I want to start chanting KILL HIM.. KILL HIM NOW! I have to wonder what that would do to Brooke considering Carmine was just murdered. I'd love what it would do to Stephanie though. Here's an evil thought. Maybe... You could somehow put him into a coma or something like a total mental break from the shock of his brutal kidnapping where he would languish away confined to a hospital/mental institution. Steph's going down for Carmine's murder.. she won't even get to visit him.
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Post by Horsey on Oct 24, 2007 8:37:47 GMT -5
foreverbrookie....you and I think along the same lines
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Post by Horsey on Oct 24, 2007 8:38:10 GMT -5
Lt. Baker arrived at Stephanie’s house, and Agent Moyer pulled up behind him in her own car. The CSI van pulled up in the drive as well, and Lt. Baker exited his car. Agent Moyer met him at the front door.
“Is it a limited search?” Agent Moyer asked.
“No, the judge gave us full run, I was surprised,” Lt. Baker said.
“I’m not,” Agent Moyer replied.
Suddenly the door opened and Stephanie Forrester was standing in front of them.
“Can I help you, Lt.?” Stephanie asked with surprise. “We have a warrant to search the house, Lt. Baker said calmly.
“I don’t believe it,” Stephanie explained.
“Read it for yourself Mrs. Forrester,” Lt. Baker went on patiently. He handed a copy of the warrant, and Stephanie grabbed it out of his hand.
“This better be legitimate, and if it isn’t then I’ll have your badge for this,” Stephanie hissed as she started to read the document. Lt. Baker merely rolled his eyes, and threw Agent Moyer a see I told you look.
“I’m calling my attorney,” Stephanie spat and wheeled around and stormed into the house. Lt. Baker extended his hand, indicating ladies first, and followed Agent Moyer into the foyer. The CSI team followed, and before Stephanie could do more than gasp at the sight, a dozen people were standing in her living room. She eyed them all viciously while talking to Mr. Wilcox on the phone. She hung up in a huff, and resigned herself to the fact that they were going to search the house, and hopefully she thought frantically, they don’t search the guest house. Changing tacks she turned to Lt. Baker.
“My attorney advises me to cooperate fully, which is what I will do.” Stephanie said as she folded her arms, and tried to look endearing to Lt. Baker.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Thank you Mrs. Forrester.” Lt. Baker looked at Agent Moyer; I’ll take the study and the first floor.”
“Okay, I’ll take the upstairs,” she responded.
“I’ll need you guys in the study,” Lt. Baker directed at the CSI team.
“Your office Mrs. Forrester,” Lt. Baker asked as he looked around the large room.
“This way,” Stephanie responded as she moved towards the far end of the room, to a hallway.
They entered the study, and Lt. Baker immediately went to the desk, and opened the drawers. He looked through the first two rather quickly. The drawers only contained various unopened office supplies. He reached for the third drawer and found that it was locked. He looked up at Stephanie, “do you have the key?”
“Yes,” she said reluctantly and withdrew the key from her pocket. Stephanie handed the key over to Lt. Baker and he put it into the lock and turned the key. He pulled the drawer open, and pulled out the photographs of Taylor and Ridge.
“Now what do we have here!” he exclaimed. His eyes widened as he thumbed through the photos. He looked up a Stephanie, who had turned beet red. “These are almost pornography Mrs. Forrester,” Lt. Baker scolded.
“Those are known of you business,” Stephanie quipped.
“Anything and everything in here are my business Mrs. Forrester,” Lt. Baker reminded her.
“I don’t have to answer any of your questions,” Stephanie countered.
“No, you don’t nor do have any right to be present while I’m trying to work. He nodded to the Uniform Officer standing at the door, “Please escort Mrs. Forrester to her living room.” Lt. Baker turned back to the photos and the files in the study. Ignoring the strong protests of Stephanie as the officer forcibly led her from the room.
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Post by MissJr on Oct 30, 2007 11:35:59 GMT -5
Horsey, I am finally getting caught up on my fan fiction writing and reading, and I have to say that your last few installments are fantastic! Is it so terrible for me to grin and laugh because Ridge has finally run across some men who aren't impressed or intimidated by him? LOL! I am SO loving the treatment he is getting. He simply doesn't know when to keep his yap shut and for once he's in a situation where he doesn't get the last word. All this because he wanted to be the "hero." As an added bonus, his mommy isn't around to fight this particular battle for him! In answer to your question, I have to agree with Karen and the others. I loathe the pig on TV because of the way Bell continually writes him as some kind of demi-god. However, I think as a fan fiction writer, you have more liberty to actually develop the character and take him where you see fit. Killing him off might be too good for him at this point. ITA with Karen that he's comic relief right now and I would be very interested in seeing what more you have in store for him. I can tell you that it's a REAL struggle to separate my own personal feelings for Ridge whenever I'm trying to write for him. I've been tempted to "punish" Ridge myself but that would be WAY too easy. Killing him is the easy part, but I think it would be more fun to watch him suffer! I continue to be impressed by the level of technical detail you use when you're writing about the investigation. The courtroom hearing was also true to life especially the judge's irritation that one of the litigants was absent and his impatience with Ridge's lawyer. All I can say is that I've seen it firsthand and it ain't pretty especially when the lawyer is trying to make an argument that even he might not believe. I'm also enjoying Stephanie twisting in the wind and trying to juggle so many balls at one time. I don't blame Taylor for blasting her. Like, how trifling can you get? That the old dragon had the good grace to look embarassed when Lt. Baker found her stash of pornography is the icing on the cake! Now about Taylor. I can certainly understand her outrage, but I hope she has enough self-reflection to realize she brought this on herself. I'm intrigued by her and Eric sharing a suite especially given their past attraction to one another! Jackie and her little grandson are simply adorable! I'm curious as to what Mr. Rossi found in that trunk and how he will use it to avenge Carmine's death. These installments have been wonderful and I look forward to reading more!
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Post by Horsey on Oct 31, 2007 8:37:05 GMT -5
Thank you for the comments and insight MissJr. This is the first fan fiction I've attempted, and to a certain extent I'm in unchartered waters. I have found it very difficult to look past Bell's Ridge, and find my own version. I think it is because there are so many things about him that I just can't stand. Most notable, is his golden son image. I HATE when one child is preferred over others. To me it is a sign of bad parenting, and has life long repercussions for the children all the way around. I'm sincerely trying to make Ridge into something better, but it will be a long hard road, can't do it any other way. He is due some well deserved Karma. Thank you for the compliment concerning the court scenes. They can be laborous to write. I'll only say that I seen my fair share of courtrooms, as an observer, a litigant(once), and as a jury member(several times). The judge's that I have encountered are no non sense, and I wanted to carry that over into my story. One particular legal wrangling involved an attorney that was constantly making excuses, and it didn't fly Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment, I'm glad you are enjoying this story.
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Post by Horsey on Jan 8, 2008 20:00:16 GMT -5
Rick led Brooke through the walnut paneled doors and into the sanctuary of the church. Her eyes swept over the employee’s from Forrester Creations sitting in the pews. At the front of the church she saw Jackie, Nick, CJ, and Clark in the pew on the left side of the church. The Rossi’s were seated to the right. Brooke and Rick made their way up the aisle. Brooke noticed that Eric and Thorne had come, and were seated two rows behind Jackie and Nick. She stopped briefly at the row directly behind the Rossi’s and leaned over and kissed her brother on the cheek. He squeezed her hand in return, and Brooke moved forward. Mr. Rossi rose followed by his son’s and nephew. He gathered Brooke in an embrace, and hugged her with surprisingly strength for a man so old. He kissed her on each cheek, and motioned for her to sit next to him. Rick stepped back, and Storm moved over in the pew to make room for Rick.
The church was mostly quiet with just a few whispers here and there. Brooke looked towards the closed casket that was sitting to the front of the altar, and tears began welling in her eyes. Mr. Rossi immediately handed her embroidered linen, and place his hand on her forearm and squeezed it gently. She breathed in deeply, and with enormous effort she regained control of herself.
Lt. Baker came out of the Forrester guesthouse, with a leather bound portfolio. He smiled snuggly to himself in satisfaction. He handed the portfolio off to a CSI, and proceeded into the main house. Stephanie Forrester and Agent Moyer seemed to be in a slightly heated exchange. Typical, he thought to himself. Lt. Baker strolled over to the two, tapping two officers on the shoulders as we walked by. They followed two paces behind.
"Mrs. Forrester, I have completed my search. Agent Moyer?"
"I have done what I need to. I found nothing of consequence in the bedroom. Although considering the uh, shall we say questionable material you found in the office, I did find a few items, but I do not think they fall within the scope of our investigation," she replied with a knowing smile, and pulled out a bottle of libido enhancing pills, and a velvet bag.
Stephanie paled, and stared at the items in horror.
"You are correct Agent Moyer; those do not fall within the terms of the search warrant. You may return them to Mrs. Forrester."
Agent Moyer smiled again, and handed the bottle and bag to Stephanie, who took them with much reluctance. She quickly dropped them into her purse.
"Lt. Baker if you are done rifling through my personal possessions, Stephanie said."
"Actually, yes we are finished. I found something interesting in the guesthouse," Lt. Baker said, the smug smile returning to his face.
Stephanie once again paled. The palms of her hands started to sweat slightly, and she felt her throat close slightly.
"Would you like to know what I found, or do you already know?" Lt. Baker was enjoying himself a bit.
"Should I have my lawyer present?" Stephanie responded with cryptic voice.
"That is entirely your choice," Lt. Baker responded unperturbed. "Of course, it would be better if you just answered my questions openly and honestly. He waited a moment longer, and continued addressing Agent Moyer at the same time; "I found a portfolio in the guesthouse."
"Interesting," Agent Moyer added.
"Mrs. Forrester do you know who drew those sketches?" Lt. Baker asked.
Stephanie had scampered over to the phone and dialed quickly. She looked pointedly at Lt. Baker, and spat at them; "I'm not answering any of your questions, you can leave now since you have finished the search, and unless you want to arrest me for Lord knows what then we are finished here."
Agent Moyer looked icily at Stephanie, and her eyes set fixed on Stephanie's, which sent chills down her spine. Stephanie drew herself up to full height, and stared back ignoring the sense of dismay that seemed to fill her body. A moment later Agent Moyer broke the gaze, and Stephanie falsely sensing a victory gave a" Hrumph," and turned and placed the receiver back down.
At that moment Lt. Baker motioned to one of the officers, who took out handcuffs and placed them on Stephanie's aged wrists. "You are under arrest for solicitation of murder," the officer continued to read her rights.
Brooke was dazed throughout the service, and once it ended she sat in the pew for many minutes lost in thought and grief.
Storm sat down next to her, and put his arm around his sister. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and the two continued to sit in silence while the Rossi’s intermingled with some of the employees as well as Nick and Jackie.
Nick and Jackie approached Brooke. Brooke got to her feet, and embraced Jackie warmly. "Thank you so much for putting this together, I would have never managed it on my own."
"My dear, it was no trouble. How are you holding up?"
"Okay I guess, it's very hard. I'm holding up as well as I can."
"We have everything covered at the office. Clark went through Carmine's notes, and we have everything ready to go into production. The children's line is done as well, and I have a few interviews set up for a new designer, I'm going to move Clark back up to lead."
While Nick was speaking Brooke was staring at the stain glass window closest to her. Not really listening to what Nick was saying but rather hearing it as background noise. At the word new designer, Brooke met Nick full in the eyes. "I haven't seen Clark's new designs yet, and until then I'm not sure if he's ready to be lead designer." Brooke was stung.
Nick was taken aback. "Okay, I'll wait until you get back from Italy before we make any decisions."
Clark and CJ approached the group, each giving Brooke a brief hug, and shook Storm's hand.
"How are you doing?" Brooke asked CJ, eager to get the attention off of her. Besides she thought, his mother's death is still fresh.
"Well, it brings a lot back up, but I'm doing okay. Bridget's sorry she couldn't make it."
"I know I was with her when she got the call from the hospital," Brooke responded.
The Rossi's joined them, requesting Brooke to accompany them at Jackie's for dinner as well as Clark and CJ. CJ declined, saying he wanted to spend some time with Bridget before they left tomorrow. Brooke and Storm accepted. Brooke broke away from the crowd and walked up to the closed coffin, and quietly knelt next to it. She began to cry silently, her tears falling freely onto the lustrous wood grain. She said the first of many good byes.
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Post by tammievt on Jan 9, 2008 12:55:34 GMT -5
*smile* thank you so much, it is great to see a new edition to this story!
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Post by denmark on Jan 10, 2008 18:01:50 GMT -5
Holy Hannah ! I really missed this great fanfic -great to have you back ;O)
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Post by Horsey on May 26, 2008 6:15:12 GMT -5
I apologize for the delay in getting this posted. My oldest daughter is graduating from High School, and I've been busy with Senior activities.
This is short, and I'll have more in about a week or so. Enjoy!
CJ watched as Brooke knelt and cried. Tears began to well in his eyes. He quickly wiped them with the back of his hand. Clark noticed his son’s emotions, and whispered in his ear that it was time to go. CJ nodded roughly. He fought back the sadness of his own recent loss. Clark sniffed slightly, and the two walked out of the church quietly full of solemn thoughts. They arrived at the car, and CJ looked at his father and said, “you know dad, I really really miss mom.”
“I know, son.” Clark responded with sadness in his voice.
“What do you say we go by the old place?” CJ felt the need to see the old Spectra factory. He needed to be close to a place where he could be close to his mother.
“I don’t know,” Clark responded, unsure if he or CJ could handle being there, especially after the memorial for Carmine.
“Come on dad, I really would like to see it again.”
“Well,” Clark responded glancing at his watch. “We could go down there, and grab a bite at that Chinese Place your mom liked.”
“I would like that.”
CJ’s cell phone rang, and he answered while he opened his car door, and sat down in the car. Clark also got in, and fastened his seatbelt.
“Hey Bridget,” he said, a moment later, “Oh, well I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.” CJ put the key into the ignition, “Dad and I are going to grab some dinner, and then head home.” He started the car, “your mom is okay, she’s having dinner with the Rossi’s at Jackie’s……Alright I love you too.” CJ closed the phone and looked at his dad. “Bridget’s stuck at the hospital. She isn’t sure she can leave tomorrow, something about a control failed.” CJ shook his head. “I’ll never understand all those medical terms she throws at me.”
Clark laughed, “maybe not, but there is plenty you too understand. He gave his son a wink, and chuckled again.
Taylor found herself alone in the suite. “I can’t believe the absolute gall that woman has,” Taylor fumed. She reached for the room phone, and placed a call to the front desk. “Yes, I would like to have a bottle of red wine brought up. Yes, Romanée Conti, will be fine.” She hung up the phone. Taylor retrieved her robe and quickly undressed. She wrapped her body and sat down in a chair. She closed her eyes, and ran the day’s events through her mind. There was a knock at the door. Taylor rose and answered the door. A porter wheeled in a cart containing a bottle of wine, and two glasses.
“Would you like it opened?” The porter asked.
“Yes,” Taylor responded. She thanked him and handed him a tip. As he left he closed the door. Taylor poured herself a glass, and looked at it debating, whether she should drink it or not. She placed the glass carefully back onto the cart, and went for her purse. She pulled out a small pill bottle. She took out two pills, and swallowed them quickly. Taylor walked back over to the cart, picked up the glass of wine and drained the contents . Ridge looked around. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings. His eyes would barely open, but he could see that he was alone. He heard voices but they weren’t close. Blood poured from the wounds to his knees. He tried to breath deeply and gasped at the pain. The two men entered the room. They had several red plastic jugs. Ridge laid still and closed his eyes, as to not draw attention to himself. He heard footsteps, and a strong scent of gasoline. His heart began to race, as he realized what was about to happen. He could feel the warm gush of fresh blood from his wounds. A few moments later, Ridge became aware that he no longer heard voices, but could feel heat radiating all around him. He started to scream, but found that only blood came from his mouth. Still bound to the chair, Ridge tried to drag himself across the floor. Instinct overcame him, and he started to strain against the ropes which held him.
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Post by foreverbrookie on May 27, 2008 16:43:50 GMT -5
Excellent! I do hope you have more coming soon, I have missed your story. Good luck with your daughters graduation. fb
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Post by Horsey on Jun 16, 2008 8:55:54 GMT -5
Excellent! I do hope you have more coming soon, I have missed your story. Good luck with your daughters graduation. fb thanks foreverbrookie! I'm working on more, but it's been a struggle. Trying to get back into the writing groove and get my creative juices going again. btw...I saw you've posted a new chapter of yours, lol got to get my butt over there and respond.
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Post by Horsey on Jun 17, 2008 12:24:47 GMT -5
CJ and Clarke arrive at Spectra’s old warehouse and offices. Both father and son, were solemn as they got out of the car, and headed towards the backdoor to the loading dock.
“Thanks again for coming with me,” CJ told his father.
“No problem son,” Clark responded, “I always love to stop by here and remember your mother. We certainly had some wonderful times here.”
The two reached the door, and found it unlocked.
“That’s a little strange, don’t you think dad?” CJ exclaimed as they walked into the massive loading area.
“What is?”
“That the door was unlocked. The last time I was here, it was locked up tighter than a drum.”
“Somebody probably just forgot to lock it,” Clarke said, the continued, “Do you smell that?”
“I do,” CJ replied, “It smells like something is burning.”
The two walked to the other end of the loading dock to the old transportation office, that also led to the service elevator and to the lobby. The smoke smell got stronger as they made their way towards the office.
“Dad, I think there’s a fire in the building,” CJ remarked in an anxious voice. “And do you hear something?”
Clarke listened closely, and sure enough he heard muffled sounds. He cocked his head towards the sound. “It sounds like it’s coming from that old storeroom just off the lobby. I think you better call 911, the smell is stronger in here.”
CJ pulled out his cell, and dialed 911. The GPS tracking device automatically routed his call to an operator in the area.
“This is LA911,” the operator answered. “What is the nature of you emergency?”
“Yes, this in CJ Garrison, I’m at the Spectra factory, with my father. We smell smoke and think there is a fire here.”
“Are you in the building now?” The operator asked.
“Yes, we are. We also think there maybe someone or something else in here as well.”
“Get out of the building,” the operator responded. “I have your location from your cell phone, the fire department and EMS have been notified, and they are on their way.”
“Okay,” CJ responded.
“I’ll wait on the line until you are out of the building.”
“Hold on, I’ll get my father.”
Clarke in the mean time, had made his way to the storeroom. He placed his hand on the door knob, and it was so hot that it burned his hand immediately. He pulled back, and carefully placed his ear as close to the door as possible, without getting too close, and listened closely. He was sure he heard the muffled noise that he had heard earlier, but it wasn’t as loud as it had been.
“Dad, the operator wants us to get out now.”
“Son, there is someone in there,” Clarke said as he pointed towards the door.
“You can’t go in there dad. We have to get out now.”
Ridge heard the voices on the other side of the door, and he started to scream louder, but as he did so he took in large amounts of smoke, and the screams transformed into a coughing fit.
Clarke heard this, and made a split second decision. He ran for the door, and throwing his shoulder into it the door gave way, and flames burst through the doorway. Clarke could feel his hair and skin burn, but he ignored the pain. He leapt through the wall of flames, and found a man crumpled up on the floor in a pool of blood. He was moaning softly, as the smoke had taken affect and the man was barely conscious. Clarke could hear CJ screaming his name, although he couldn’t see him. Quickly, Clarke scooped up the man, and the chair that he was tied too, and made for the door. He struggled as he came to the wall of flames, the man was heavy, and slippery from his blood. Clarke quickly hopped twice and made his way through the flames, and out of the door. CJ quickly assisted him, and they moved towards the front lobby door. CJ found an old chair and put it through the glass doors, and the three found themselves on the outside just as flames engulfed the whole first floor of the building, and small explosions could be heard from inside.
Clarke and CJ put down the man, and stared in astonishment as they saw Ridge Forrester bound, badly burned, and blood pouring out of his wounds.
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Post by jilt on Jan 2, 2009 16:09:31 GMT -5
Horsey - your writing is amazing and I soooooo hope you will give us some more instalments of this fabulous story soon! Please, please, please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on top
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Post by Horsey on Jan 8, 2009 10:07:21 GMT -5
Horsey - your writing is amazing and I soooooo hope you will give us some more instalments of this fabulous story soon! Please, please, please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on top thank you jilt, the compliment is appreciated I've been remiss I admit in working on this story for so long now, that I'll have to do an entire read thru on it so I don't contradict myself. I might have something ready in a week or two.
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Post by jilt on Jan 8, 2009 15:44:25 GMT -5
Thank you so much, Horsey. I'll be waiting with bated breath for the next instalment
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Post by Blondie on Jan 26, 2009 8:14:52 GMT -5
Horsey, thanks for the tip over at SW, I finally got around to reading fanfic again and loved your story! I can´t wait to read more
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Post by Horsey on Jan 27, 2009 14:41:19 GMT -5
Horsey, thanks for the tip over at SW, I finally got around to reading fanfic again and loved your story! I can´t wait to read more thanks blondie!! I'm glad you found time to read it
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Post by Horsey on Jan 27, 2009 14:44:26 GMT -5
Thank you so much, Horsey. I'll be waiting with bated breath for the next instalment I'm working on it, slowly but surely. I'll be posting another installment soon. ;D
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Post by Horsey on Jan 28, 2009 13:50:53 GMT -5
“What?” Brooke exclaimed into her phone. Her hands started to shake, and her breathing sped. “I said Ridge has been brought into the hospital mom,” Bridget repeated. She was standing at the nurses’ station at the ICU. Bridget nodded to a doctor that had approached her, “hold on a minute, mom.” Bridget pushed the hold button on the hospital phone and replaced the receiver. “What’s his status,” she asked the tall handsome blonde surgeon. His crystal blue eyes looked extremely grave.
“He’s stable for now, however it’s going to be touch and go for the next few days. He has burns over 50% of his body, and he’s lost a lot of blood. Once we are sure there is no infection, we’ll perform surgery to try and repair his legs, but I have to be honest.” He stopped suddenly as Bridget became very pale and gripped the counter to steady her. “Dr. Forrester?” The surgeon raised his eyebrows and reached for her. “I’m okay Dr. Simmons,” Bridget managed to say in a whisper. “Just tell me what he is facing.”
Dr. Simmons continued, with a look of concern on his face for his colleague. “We won’t know if he’ll be able to walk again until we’ve opened him back up and his burns have a chance to heal. The blood loss has affected his lower extremities. There’s a good possibility if he survives the next couple of days, he may not walk again. He’s also going to need reconstructive surgery for his face.”
Bridget gasped slightly. “Is he conscience?”
“No, we have him in a drug induced coma. As you know that’s standard procedure for burn victims.” Bridget nodded. “Is there anything else I can do?”
“No, Dr. Simmons. Can I see him,” Bridget inquired.
“I don’t see why not,” Dr. Simmons replied. The handsome doctor glanced at his watch, “If you’ll excuse me then, I want to do a quick check on him. Then you can go in.
“And I have to talk to my mother, and call Dad. The family isn’t aware that Ridge….” Her voice trailed off.
“Of course.” Dr. Simmons replied. He turned and headed down the hall. Bridget glanced over to the family waiting area where CJ and Clarke were seated, covered in blood and soot. She quickly picked the phone back up.
“Mom, are you still there?”
“Oh my god Bridget, what is going ON?” Brooke asked just a bit hysterically.
“Mom, calm down.” Bridget tried to soothe her mother; she’s been through so much these past few days Bridget thought. “Ridge is in the ICU, I just spoke with his doctor. Right now he’s stable, but I have to be honest, he’s not in good condition.”
“How?” Brooke managed to whisper into the phone.
“Apparently there was a fire at the old Spectra building, and Ridge was there. I’m not sure why, but CJ and Clarke arrived there and found Ridge.”
Brooke was speechless; she tried to take deep breaths to calm herself. Even though Ridge was a complete asre lately, she still cared for him despite all that had passed between them. She finally found her voice, “does your father know?”
“No, I’m going to call him as soon as I get off the phone with you,” Bridget responded.
“Should I?” Brooke started.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea at this point mom. You have a flight to catch in the morning, and once Stephanie finds out I’m sure there’ll be heck to pay. We really don’t need to give her any more reason to go off than she already has. You know she’ll find a way to blame this on you.”
Brooke sighed, “You’re right. Keep me updated though?”
“Of course mom,” Bridget replied. “I’m going to go now, and call Dad. I’ll call you when I have more news.”
“All right sweetie,” Brooke sighed. “I love you.”
“Love you too mom, bye.”
Brooke hung up the phone and sank into the couch, and tried to fight back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. Bridget hit another button on the phone, and dialed her father’s number.
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Post by jilt on Jan 28, 2009 17:53:43 GMT -5
Thanks so much for coming back to this story, Horsey! I'm really looking forward to seeing Satanie's whole world crumble around her. And her precious baby injured because of her own actions, WOW - talk about payback
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Post by MissJr on Jan 29, 2009 10:04:36 GMT -5
I love the payback, too, Horsey! Fang gets arrested and her little "boo" is severely injured, lost his pretty boy looks and may never function "as a man" again. He would probably wish he did die! And as horribly as Ridge has treated Brooke, it is true to her character that she would feel some sadness over what happened to him. Hopefully, she won't get sucked back into his orbit again.
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Post by Blondie on Jan 30, 2009 3:40:54 GMT -5
Horsey, thanks for the tip over at SW, I finally got around to reading fanfic again and loved your story! I can´t wait to read more thanks blondie!! I'm glad you found time to read it Hey now that I´m on sick leave (three weeks, hurt my back) I have plenty of time to enjoy great fanfiction so keep it coming ;D
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