If I fall - S01 E27

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If I fall - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

The night after the fight had been long and tiresome, Drew refusing to even talk about it with me. I figured she was upset, and although I was dying for answers I wasn't going to press her, at least not tonight. I was advised by the medic to keep an eye on her for slurred speech and nausea but Drew was fine. I didn't believe she had a serious concussion, if she even had one at all, but it was better safe than sorry.

I had lied awake with her for hours, her just listening to soft music while my mind went crazy. She was hurt, and I had no idea why. I didn't understand what was going on with her, but I hoped she would sleep it off and reveal the truth to me tomorrow.

In all actuality I was terrified that I had done something wrong, or said something she didn't like. What if Drew didn't want to be with me because of Jada? What if she was mad over this? That couldn't be true; she knew what she was getting herself into. I just didn't understand, but talking to her about it wasn't happening right away.

I was going crazy in my own head but I knew she was too, so I would give her time.

She had fallen asleep around one in the morning, me finally joining her because it finally had felt safe. I hated how on edge everything had become but maybe it was just what the situation had called for. I didn't want to think things were turning south, but waking up the next morning couldn't come fast enough.

When she was stirring in my arms I awaited her eyes to fall upon me patiently, and when they did I whispered, "How are you feeling?"

She shrugged, "Fine, my shoulders killing me."

I watched her sit up immediately, and although her head seemed to be fine I could tell she was still in pain. It was more physical than mental now, and I was glad she was talking to me, but I was curious as to when she would decide to explain herself.

I questioned, "Want me to go downstairs and make coffee?"

She nodded, "Yea, but first help me put on my sling."

I did as she asked; helping her with her arm knowing it was painful for her to move her shoulder from last night. I hated seeing her in pain like this but all I could do was help her. Luckily she hadn't torn any ligaments or anything fatal last night, but the sling would ease some of the tension.

After that I helped her make coffee.

She was silent for a little while, as if she was searching for a way to explain last night. I didn't expect her to all of a sudden know what to say, and maybe she was still confused as to why she had blown it. I didn't know, but I would let her sort it out even though I was going crazy while waiting.

"I'm sorry about what you saw last night," she began.

I answered softly, "Drew... I just don't understand..."

She palmed her coffee mug, a look of sadness laced in her features. Shrugging she continued, "You and I both know if I would've won Jada would've hated me. If she lost to me a second time there was no way she would get into the UFC. I had to lose."

I felt my head shaking, "So you lost on purpose... because of my sister?"

"I lost on purpose because I want to be with you, and I can't be with you if your sister resents me."

Her voice made me quiver but I understood, even though it felt wrong to have practically given Jada the title. Drew wanted everything to be okay between her and Jada, and suddenly her motives behind last night's loss made sense.

I moved my chair closer to hers, "So what now?"

"I'd leave if I could but... you know I can't."