<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>When Lea had gotten out of surgery, they had given her rather heavy drugs for the pain though she had tried to insist she didn't need them. It didn't matter though, they had given them to her anyway. She realized that the doctors were probably right, because even with the drugs she could still feel the slight throb of her wrist.<br/><br/>She was rolled into her room, Carlos there waiting. He looked exhausted, but Lea was too woozy to even try and comment. She went in and out of sleep, each time waking to Carlos holding her good hand. Distantly she could only be thankful that he was still there.<br/><br/>Lea didn't really know how much time had passed when Carlos' cry woke her. She could barely focus, but forced herself to as she had panic well up within her about what Carlos had cried out about. Eventually her blurry vision cleared and she saw Carlos looking at his phone, likely checking his mail.<br/><br/>Carlos looked up and he seemed shaken, and Lea wondered what was going on.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Carlos?" </span>she questioned, though he didn't seem to immediately respond.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Carlos?" </span>she tried again, her eyes darting down to the phone in his hand.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"C..Can I see your phone?" </span>she asked tiredly. Carlos pulled back some and Lea realized he likely was not going to give up the phone.<br/><br/>With a sudden quickness they both likely were surprised by, Lea snatched the phone from Carlos, though he tried to reach for it.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Let me see, Carlos," </span>she demanded firmly and it looked like he had given up, though Lea waited another moment before looking through what had captured Carlos' fear.<br/><br/>She opened the mail, watching the videos attached to threatening messages. Her eyes darted up to Carlos. Part of her wondered if the children were his, but then the woman was revealed. Lea seemed to freeze as her breath caught in her throat. Guilt flooded her and she knew how deep the situation was almost immediately.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"We have to call Mary-Ann off..." </span>she whispered, more to herself than Carlos.<br/><br/>This was her fault, she knew it. She should have never asked for Renea's help. She had known what the risks were, knew what could happen, and she still had asked for Renea to aid them. Angry, guilty tears welled up in Lea's eyes and she handed the phone back to Carlos rather calmly. Everything was quiet for a moment before Lea began to tear the wires and tubes from her body indiscriminately, not caring about any of the wounds she might inflict upon herself.<br/><br/>It looked as if Carlos was trying to grab for her, but Lea couldn't really tell in her drugged, angry haze. The covers were off and she was already stumbling towards the chair that had some clothes for her. She swiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her now bloodied hand where the IV had been and frantically began to put them on. The monitors she had been hooked up to had started to beep frantically as there was no longer a pulse to read. Nurses and a few doctors spilled into the room and seemed to hesitate at the scene. One nurse grabbed for her, but somehow Lea managed to evade expertly away from her.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Do not touch me!" </span>she growled out, looking as if she would attack.<br/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><br/>"Ma'am, you need to get back in the bed, please..."</span>the nurse tried to reason, as another tried to circle round.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "No. Fuck you. I'm leaving. I'm a grown woman, I'm done here. I'm fucking leaving. Now you can either leave me the hell alone or I'll make the news again with your faces next to mine," </span>Lea threatened, cheeks red and her chest heaving. She had managed to get her jeans on, at the very least, though the hospital gown still rested on her figure. She looked slightly crazed, though Lea hadn't really looked sane from the moment Carlos had found her.