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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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Wentworth’s POV.
‘So did you speak to her?’ Rob asks me as we sit with Amaury and Bill having a few beers. The other two are lost in conversation about golf, so Rob and I decided to talk among ourselves rather than be bored to death. I was dragged out at the last minute when all I really wanted to do was stay home and feel gloomy. Even though I think I’ll manage to work things out with AJ, I still wish none of this had ever happened between us, and I can’t deny it’s weighing heavily on me.
‘Yes, she finally picked up the phone about three hours ago but her battery died, she’s meant to be calling me back though’ I reply before taking a long slug of cold beer.
‘So not much was said then?’ he then asks me.
‘Not really much beyond how sorry I was for doubting her. And you know something? This, in finding out she’s telling the truth and no matter what she was faced with couldn’t confess something she didn’t do, it’s made me respect her about a thousand times more than I already did. And realize she really would never lie to me’ I reply, watching Rob nod knowingly.
‘Went, I suspect it was just the shock of it that just made you decide that right off the cuff, as well as being presented with such evidence in her test results. I can’t blame you for that, and neither did she’ he says to me while I smile. He’s right, as we were breaking up she said she didn’t blame me, and now I know the truth that means something so much more to me. It’s made me realize just how much I love her, and just how much better my life is with her in it. I even miss her annoying the shit out of me, like singing ‘God save the Queen’ by the Sex Pistols in a cockney accent in the shower first thing in the morning, or repeatedly making her big toe click while flicking her tongue bar off her teeth in perfect time, or randomly screaming at something she reads and finds interesting or scandalous. I just plain miss her.
Reaching into my pocket and pulling my cigarettes out it’s then that I notice my cell isn’t in there. Ahh, AJ can’t call me after all since I now remember I left the damn thing on the side in the kitchen before I came out. Rob can only laugh when I tell him, reminding me AJ needs no further reasons to be pissed at me all over again.
‘So, I know we said we’d talk tomorrow about this, but since your ass has been dragged out for an impromptu round of beers we can discreetly talk now about our little ‘friend’ while these two engross themselves in birdies and eagles. I think there’s only one way to go with it too; confrontation. Even though it has now been discovered she’s a scheming bitch, it still doesn’t change the fact she lacks self confidence. She can be picked apart verbally I bet’ he says while I nod in agreement.
‘Yeah, I agree with you there. Who do you think should speak to her?’ I ask him. Even though I’m mad as hell at Tamara for what she appears to have done, it still doesn’t mean I want to be the one to confront her. I’m a non confrontational person.
‘In all honesty, Alex should. She has one hell of a mean mouth on her, and when she finds out what she did to her sister, well, if she can keep her cool for long enough she should be able to get her to crumble. And speak of the devil’ he replies before answering his cell.
‘Good evening Alex......................erm yes he is, why?...........................No he left it at home honey, look slow down what’s wrong?.............................We’re at a bar called The Black Jug on Baker Row, do you know where that is? Okay I’ll see you in a minute’ I hear him say, frowning and looking a little perplexed as he hangs up.
‘As you might gather that was young Alex, and she sounded mighty upset. Wanted to know where you were and told me to stay where I was too, she wouldn’t say what was wrong but she’s on her way down here right now. You don’t think we’ve got to go and beat up Ian do you?’ he jokes, making me laugh.
‘Let’s hope not, I’ve never been much of a brawler’ I reply, lighting a cigarette and leaning back in my seat, wondering what Alex is going to relay to us when she arrives. And when she gets there, selfish as it may sound (although I think she’d agree with me), I wish it was boyfriend trouble that had stirred her emotions up to the extent that they are when she gets out of the cab in tears.
‘Sit down Alex, what’s up?’ I ask, taking one of her hands in mine as she cries into a ball of tissues.
‘Went, I don’t know how to tell you this, but it’s AJ, she’s been in an accident, and she’s hurt really badly’ she says through her tears, gripping my hand tightly while I feel like someone is slowly cutting my air off as my brain tries to process what its just taken on board.
‘Okay honey, calm down and tell us what happened in your own time, no rush’ Rob says, moving to the seat next to her and putting his arm around her, as uncomfortable as I am with how distressed the poor girl is let alone the news she just delivered to us.
‘She and my dad had a fight about something, I don’t know what about because mom wasn’t clear on the phone, but AJ ran out of the apartment and straight into the road where she was hit by a big Dodge truck. It hit her so hard she landed fifteen feet from where it ploughed into her, and her injuries are terrible. She’s fractured her left leg in two places, she has a fractured pelvis, severe internal bleeding, her lungs were punctured where two of her ribs broke and she’s got cerebral bruising and bleeding so severe they don’t even know if she’ll last through the operation she’s having right now, let alone the rest of the day. I have to get a flight out there as soon as I can, that’s why I have this with me’ she says, gesturing to her rather full looking bag. And even though the shock of what I’ve just heard has made me feel like I’ve been hit by a zeppelin sized wrecking ball, all I can do is agree with the last part of her explanation. I have to get out here and up to California as fast as I can too.
Because he has a journalist flying in to interview him in the morning Robert has to stay behind, so after leaving him with a rather shocked Amaury and Bill promising I’ll call with news as soon as I can I head off in another cab with Alex, firstly back to mine so I can grab a change of clothes and my passport and then secondly to try and find a flight out there. We’re in luck; if we catch a flight to Phoenix in an hour and then connect to Los Angeles from there we’ll land at just past 3am Californian time. And as we sit there, there’s nothing either of us can say to comfort the other, because after what she told us how the hell do you get around the fact AJ is hurt so badly she could be dead right now? And all I can think is thus; if she dies, she’ll die without ever hearing me tell her that I love her.
‘Are you okay?’ Alex asks me after we’ve sat silently in the departure lounge for twenty minutes.
‘No, are you?’ I ask her, watching her slowly shake her head and start to cry again. And so we go back to silence, with me wrapping my arm around her as she leans against me and cries almost silently until our flight is called and we head towards the gate. And it’s just before we board our second plane of the day that she receives a call from Alice to say AJ made it through the operation, but that the doctors are only giving her a 30% chance of making it through the night. And it’s then, as we prepare for takeoff that I realize it; this is probably a journey just to go and say goodbye to her at the end. I had her back for what feels like a nanosecond, and now, now I have to prepare myself for the fact it’s highly likely I’m going to lose her again.
Hank’s POV.
Why didn’t she look? Why the hell didn’t she just stop and look before she ran out? And why was that stupid woman driving the Dodge that hit her doing sixty in a thirty zone? Thirty miles over the speed limit, and for what? To take my daughter’s life away from her and land herself a manslaughter rap in the process? Just to get to her destination a little quicker? And then there’s me, if I only could have caught her, if only I just came out with who the wine belonged to. It seems she’s punishing herself enough though.
‘It’s my fault, that was my bottle of wine in the trash. If I hadn’t decided to have a drink on that particular night she’d never have seen it there this afternoon and assumed it was yours and ran out and have this happen to her! Look at her Hank, I did this to her!’ Alice wails, covering her face with her hands as she sobs into them.
‘No, no, no, no! I won’t hear that Alice, we agreed we wouldn’t tell the kids we were seeing each other again until we felt the time was right, but I should have realized right then I needed to tell her, prevent her any further upset to what she’s had already. I should have just told her it was yours. Hindsight, what a thing’ I say as I pull Alice back into my arms and hold her tightly, looking over at AJ and feeling my insides churn. It’s every parent’s worst nightmare to see their baby this badly hurt.
‘And in turn you mustn’t blame yourself, it’s ridiculous for us both to sit here and work out who is at fault when this is what it is; a tragic accident we just have to hope she’ll recover from, even though her chances are slim’ Alice says through her tears, reaching out for our daughter’s heavily wired up hand and holding it. When she came out from theatre the surgeon who saved her life thus far made it very clear to us that the bruising and bleeding on her brain coupled with the severe internal injuries are what are most likely to take her life, and that if she does come through those she might never regain consciousness, she’s that close to being completely brain dead. And after two hours pass, this is something I find myself explaining to her boyfriend outside of the room while Alex goes in to see her, obeying the two persons at the bedside only rule since the staff here at Cedars-Sinai have been good enough to let us stay through the night, since of course she could pass away at any time.
‘So even if she does recover from her injuries I take it the outlook is bleak?’ he asks me as he looks in through the window to her room.
‘They’re not telling us too much more than that right now; all those wires she has attached to her head around the bandage from the surgery are monitoring her neurological impulses and activity to see just what’s going on up there. I just can’t believe her skull wasn’t fractured with the way she hit the floor, I saw it all happen and I just..............................I thought she was dead when I got to her, she was just lying there, eyes glazed, blood pouring out of her ears, mouth and nose. I’ve never seen anything so horrific’ I reply, watching him nod and frown momentarily as he closes his eyes, like what I’ve just said has really hit him. And until Alex comes out and lets him in he just stands there silently staring at her through the glass, anguish written all over his face. It’s now, in this first time meeting him that I can see just how right my daughter was with everything she ever said about him, I can see that love he has for her in his eyes. I just hope she wakes up so she can see it too.
Wentworth’s POV.
‘Alice’ I whisper softly as I walk into the room, seeing AJ’s mother turn in her seat and then get up and fly into my arms as she cries.
‘I’m so glad you came, thank you’ she says before letting me go as we walk over to the bed. When I get there I just don’t know where to look; she’s so badly hurt I’m terrified to touch her, but I lean down and kiss her cheek softly as my hand finds hers, and whisper into her ear.
‘You have to wake up, I need you to be able to hear me tell you how much I love you, and how I’ll never leave your side again’ I tell her, feeling my voice start to break as I look over the purple bruising all down the one side of her face and under the bandage around her head, and the many cuts present too which lead down each of her arms too.
‘They do say when people are in a comatose state it is possible for them to hear others talking to them, but even if she can’t hear you she knows that Went, she knows you love her’ Alice tells me, her eyes shooting over to one of the machines AJ’s hooked up to as it begins to bleep more rapidly. ‘Nurse Hill? What’s happening to her?’ she then asks frantically as the burly nurse comes over quickly and looks at the display on the machine.
‘Don’t worry this is good, finally her brain has made some kind of response. I think deep down somewhere she did just hear you, and a small part of her brain has just responded, keep talking to her’ she says, addressing just myself at the end of the sentence. And so I do, I sit there and tell her she needs to wake up, that we’re all here waiting for her and we won’t give up on her, how much we all love her and anything else I can think of as the nurse keeps monitoring the screen.
‘Yes, definite responses there, they are very weak but at least we can now rule out the probability of her being brain dead’ she tells us, pulling her pager from her pocket and what I assume to be messaging for a doctor to come in as she tinkers with it.
‘That’s amazing, we’ve been sitting here with her for four hours and that machine hasn’t even changed once, it was your voice that she responded to, and almost instantly too’ Alice says as she looks at AJ and then me.
‘Sometimes it does happen Miss Ameletti, somewhere deep down in her memories his voice is stored and it’s more than likely recognition that’s caused the neurological activity, even though of course it could just as easily been someone else she was close to it does tend to be someone very significant to the patient. I remember when one girl came in she didn’t respond to any of her families voices, but when her best friend started talking to her the result was exactly the same. Just you keep on talking to her’ she tells us while we nod in response, and I keep on talking to AJ.
And after the doctor has been in to check her over we finally get some hopeful news. He tells us that with just that small amount of activity in her brain alone it’s boosted her chances of making it through the early morning up to 50%, something I go in and tell her when we are allowed back in, her parents and sister allowing me some time alone with her.
‘Fifty percent beautiful, come on you know you can do this, you’re one of the most strong and stubborn people I’ve ever met, you’re not seriously going to let a Dodge Ram of all things knock you off your mortal coil are you? You can’t let one of the vehicles you hate most on the road be the thing that takes you away from me, from all of us. A Ferrari maybe, but not a Dodge’ I tell her, trying to make my words have a little humour to them since this situation is threatening to completely overwhelm me. It’s then that I turn away from my own feelings, and think of her and anything else I can do for her. Speaking to her has incited a very tiny response, so gently lifting her arm I turn around in my seat and lay my head back on the side of her bed, placing her arm back down with her hand on my chest. It’s something she always loved to do before she fell asleep, to lie there with her hand right over my heart so she could feel it beating.
‘Wake up, you have to wake up AJ, I love you too much to lose you’ I tell her, stroking the back of her hand as I turn my head to the side to look at her. Even though she’s bruised almost beyond recognition, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And by her bedside is where I stay for the next eight hours, just talking to her and holding her hand, and then nearly having a heart attack when all her machines go crazy and start beeping at just past one in the afternoon, with her having to be rushed back into surgery again. And using the time I have to nervously wait to see what’s happening to her (something about an internal bleed from her stomach) I call up Julie Gardner and let her know of the situation, and ask her kindly if perhaps I can be excused from filming for just a day so I have a little longer with her.
‘If it’s just one day then that’s no problem at all. Christ, even though we didn’t part on good terms, my heart goes out to you and her family, the poor girl. First all the trouble we had with her and now this’ she tells me, sounding honestly concerned.
‘She didn’t do it Julie, she didn’t take that speed knowingly, and the fact that her test results have been looked over by one of the top Pharmacologists in California, if not the whole of the USA and even she thinks they don’t add up proves the theory I share with a few other people too. But, that’s something we will bring to you when I’m back there, there isn’t much I can say over the phone’ I tell her.
‘Well Wentworth, whatever you have to tell me regarding that will certainly be interesting to hear since in my mind her guilt is so cut and dry. But like you say, we won’t go into this over the phone and I’ll see you on Tuesday at some point’ she says before the phone call is over. Is she ever right about that, because as soon as I’m back on that set some way or another Tamara will answer for this. Answer for not only costing AJ her job, and her relationship with me for a short period of time, but also for almost costing her life too. Actually, there’s no almost about it; fifty percent still means she might die.
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