Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on May 23, 2019 23:35:09 GMT -8
The scene opens up in the “genpop” hospital room of IPW Owner Extraordinaire Joshua Samson, Esquire. The sun was setting and through the window, the Santa Monica sky was a gorgeous shade of peaches and purples. Currently, we can see Joshua laying on his hospital bed, still hooked up to a few machines and an IV as he taps away on his phone. Through the door of the room we can see a doctor talking with Astrid Sedin, Joshua’s estranged wife who’d become quite the caretaker over the past week and a half since Joshua was attacked in the ring by Lady Icon Stasi Herveaux. Astrid comes walking back into the room, a smile on her face. Joshua lowers his phone to give his attention to Astrid.
Astrid: Good news… the doctor said your tests look good and that as long as your MRI looks better you can go home tomorrow. But you will have to go to physical therapy twice a week as a precaution and only for a month max he thinks.
Samson: He thinks? Where did he get his medical degree….Dr. Pepper University?
To say that the middle aged man was ornery would be an understatement.
Astrid: Everyone responds differently. Would you prefer if I used estimates?
Astrid shakes her head as she sits in the chair alongside his bed.
Astrid: The physical therapy is just a precaution. You did have some pretty bad swelling and they just want to make sure you are OK.
Samson: Pffftttt...I just need a couple days AT HOME in MY BED. After that I’m sure I’ll be as good as new.
Astrid: You should be going home tomorrow. But you have to at least do a week… you had a brain injury Josh and I don’t want anything happening to you because of it.
Samson: Yeah, yeah.
He mumbles it more to himself, dismissing the topic.
Astrid: Please Josh… just one week and if you don’t want to do it anymore you don’t have to. You haven’t been on your feet in almost two weeks. It’s basically just to make sure your motor skills are still good… or something like that. I don’t know medical jargon… I went to school for law.
Samson: Yeah, yeah. We’ll see once we get home.
His phone vibrates causing him to instinctively to look at it. He smiles upon seeing whatever notification before lowering his phone back down.
Astrid: We… as in you want me to come home with you back to Brentwood? I just want to make sure I heard you right.
Samson: Uh...um...I suppose I did say ”we”. I mean...I guess…
For a man that made using words as his profession, he seemed to be at a loss.
Astrid: It’s fine if you don’t want me to. We haven’t really been…
Astrid sighs heavily as she lowers her head.
Astrid: Not on the best of terms I guess is how I should say it.
Samson: No, no, I do want you to. I mean, if you want to of course?
Astrid: I want to. In fact I’ve wanted to for a long time. I just… wasn’t sure if you wanted me to. But if that’s what you want, I’m more than willing to. I just have to get my things from Dana Point.
His phone vibrates again which again draws his attention. Another smile before he lowers it again.
Samson: I want what you want, Gizzy…
Astrid cracks a small smile.
Astrid: It’s been a while since I’ve heard that. OK… I’ll come. I can sleep in Hanna’s room.
Samson: If you feel that’s what you want to do?
Astrid: What I want to do is go home and sleep in bed with my husband, put my head to his chest and listen to his heart beating. I know it sounds cheesy as hell but it did quite help me sleep.
Astrid pulls her blonde hair into a ponytail so that it is out of her face. Joshua looks upon her lovingly.
Samson: It doesn’t sound cheesy at all. It actually sounds quite nice….something I’ve missed very much.
He holds out his hand to her. She puts her hand in his and gently closes her fingers around his palm.
Astrid: I’ve missed it more than you can and ever will know.
Samson: Gizzy, I...I…need to tell you about something.
Astrid: Is it why you’ve been smiling when your phone buzzes?
Astrid’s eyes glaze over ever so slightly.
Samson: Kind of...actually yes.
Astrid: I… kind of figured.
Astrid sighs again as she looks down at the tiled floor of the room.
Samson: I want to be honest with you going forward, Gizzy. I want to lay it all out there before you make a conclusive decision about coming back home.
He tugs at her held hand in order to draw her attention back to him. She looks up at him, clearly fighting tears back.
Astrid: OK… then lay it all out there.
Samson: Catriona MacKenzie. Jaz was right about us the entire time. We have been seeing each other for quite some time now. I purposely kept it a secret because of the fact that she is my client and because of what we have going on.
Astrid: I… I kind of figured judging by your tweets from the days previous to the Chaos taping. #CatsOutTheBag or something. I met her when I spoke to the ICWA class… she seemed nice… beautiful and a banging body with curves I wish I had.
Joshua smirks clearly picturing the frame of his mistress.
Samson: Yes, yes, she does…
Catching himself, he shakes the mental image away and refocuses.
Samson: But you actually met her before...back when we were in EHWF and she came over to a BBQ we had. She was dating Brooklyn then.
Astrid: To be fair… I was always drunk off my ass for those things and don’t remember much other than prepping and cleaning up the next day.
Samson: True but when you guys meet doesn’t matter right now. I want you to know that I have some very strong feelings for her.
Astrid: Oh…
Astrid took in a few deep breaths, letting each go slowly as she fought to stay somewhat calm.
Astrid: I just have one question.
Samson: Just one? Wow, I expected more than that honestly.
He chuckles, probably not a humorous one but moreso a nervous one.
Astrid: There will most likely be more but for right now… only one comes to mind. Do you still love…
Astrid takes in another deep breath before exhaling sharply.
Astrid: Me?
Samson: Of course I do. I never stopped loving you. I could never stop loving you, Astrid Rona Samson.
Astrid manages to put a smile on her lips as a single tear trickles down from the inner corner of her eye.
Astrid: I could never stop loving you either… Joshua Leslie Samson… Esquire.
A huge smile of joy and relief comes across his face. He reaches over and gently wipes the trail of the tear from her cheek.
Samson: I told Catriona that she could come by before visiting hours were over.
Astrid: I… I guess she can. I mean, you aren’t in ICU anymore. I can add her to the list if that is what you want. What am I saying of course that is what you want. She’s just going to have to show her ID at the nurse’s station because after Kellar got in, I made sure that became a requirement.
Samson: I’ll text her to let her know. Plus this will give you time to go to the beach house and gather up some of your things to bring back to Brentwood. Unless you wanted to stay around here while she’s here?
Astrid: That’s a long trip, like 150 miles round trip. I can do it when you’re home and maybe she can come over then too and babysit. I can just go down to the cafeteria and grab some food.
Samson: Okay...whatever you think is best, Gizzy.
Astrid: It’s getting late anyway and Daveena took my car back after the show.
Samson: You sure? You sure about all this...everything we’ve discussed?
Astrid: Well I have another question, and if you answer yes, I will accept it. It won’t be easy for me but if it makes you happy… I will probably get over it eventually, even though it might be a few therapy sessions til that. Do you… want to be married still and work on this?
She moves her finger, pointing first at herself and then at him. The Executive Representative takes a hard gulp.
Samson: If it’s possible...yes?
Astrid: Then yes… in time I will be OK with it. I did say therapy has been helping me. But you have to agree to one term… and before you say anything… keep in mind if you say no I know a soon to be 14 year old who’ll be upset.
Samson: What term is that?
Astrid: You need to take me, and Hanna of course, to not only Italy like you were planning to before all of this… but also to Disney World. It doesn’t have to be long, and preferably for her birthday cause my sister deserves it. At least I know the difference between Disney World and Disneyland unlike your little red headed friend.
Samson: Red headed friend? Oh you mean Cora. That doesn’t matter anymore to me. Miss Reeves and I are strictly friends in the truest sense. But yes I can do that for you and Hanna Banana. I have to make everything up to Jaz as well.
Astrid: I think she’s counting on Italy too. But with her wedding coming up, maybe… and this is up to you, OUR gift to her and Marq is their honeymoon?
Samson: That sounds like a wonderful idea. Surely that will when back her full favor?
Astrid: I don’t know her as well as you do… and it might not right away, but it will more than likely help. And by the way, you’re coming to Disney too. I haven’t used my DVC points this year because well… I’ve barely been able to leave the house.
Samson: That’s fair enough. Once we get home we can figure out the best time for us to do everything.
Astrid: Sounds good. But there is something I need to tell you.
She smiles from ear to ear as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens up her email, turning the phone towards him so he can see the email from the California Bar Exam.
Astrid: I passed. You are officially looking at Astrid Samson… ATTORNEY! I found out Monday.
Samson: Holy! Shit! That’s wonderful, Gizzy. I’m so proud of you! Come in and let me give you a hug.
Astrid: My sentiments exactly.
She stood up and put one “cheek” on the bed as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck gently. He wrapped his own arms around her slim waist to embrace her.
Samson: You did good, girl.
Astrid: I’m one of the lucky few who pass on the first try. Wonder if Gabe still has that spot saved for me.
She looks at him and giggles a little bit.
Samson: I’m sure it’s still saved.
Astrid: We can think about that later. For now, you tell Catriona that she can come and I will go down to the cafeteria so you can have alone time with her. But don’t do anything that would set off any monitors.
Samson: Hahaa right.
He picks up his phone, swipes it “alive”, and quickly sends a text.
Astrid: I’m serious… because I call dibs.
She winks as she moves back to the chair and readies her bag for Catriona’s impending arrival.
Samson: Fair enough. Maybe one day soon we could possibly all…
He nervously chuckles again.
Samson: Nevermind. No need to press my luck right now.
Astrid: Right now you need to concentrate on healing… and not setting off monitors. I highly suspect Cat will be here in seconds cause she’s not left downstairs so I’ll take my leave. I got to call Daveena to inform her that I’m going home.
Samson: Alright. I’ll see in a little while.
Astrid stands up and slings her bag over her shoulder.
Astrid: Text me when she leaves and I’ll come back up.
She leans forward and kisses his cheek.
Samson: I will. Oh and Gizzy?
Astrid: Yeah?
Samson: Thank you. Thank you for everything.
Astrid: It was nothing… because I love you.
She smiles as she heads for the door.
Samson: I love you too.
Astrid: See you in a bit… babe.
She winks slightly before heading out the door. Closing his eyes, he exhales heavily.
Samson: Well, hell, that went better than expected…
Fade.
"Iconic Queen" Astrid Sedin
Astrid: Good news… the doctor said your tests look good and that as long as your MRI looks better you can go home tomorrow. But you will have to go to physical therapy twice a week as a precaution and only for a month max he thinks.
Samson: He thinks? Where did he get his medical degree….Dr. Pepper University?
To say that the middle aged man was ornery would be an understatement.
Astrid: Everyone responds differently. Would you prefer if I used estimates?
Astrid shakes her head as she sits in the chair alongside his bed.
Astrid: The physical therapy is just a precaution. You did have some pretty bad swelling and they just want to make sure you are OK.
Samson: Pffftttt...I just need a couple days AT HOME in MY BED. After that I’m sure I’ll be as good as new.
Astrid: You should be going home tomorrow. But you have to at least do a week… you had a brain injury Josh and I don’t want anything happening to you because of it.
Samson: Yeah, yeah.
He mumbles it more to himself, dismissing the topic.
Astrid: Please Josh… just one week and if you don’t want to do it anymore you don’t have to. You haven’t been on your feet in almost two weeks. It’s basically just to make sure your motor skills are still good… or something like that. I don’t know medical jargon… I went to school for law.
Samson: Yeah, yeah. We’ll see once we get home.
His phone vibrates causing him to instinctively to look at it. He smiles upon seeing whatever notification before lowering his phone back down.
Astrid: We… as in you want me to come home with you back to Brentwood? I just want to make sure I heard you right.
Samson: Uh...um...I suppose I did say ”we”. I mean...I guess…
For a man that made using words as his profession, he seemed to be at a loss.
Astrid: It’s fine if you don’t want me to. We haven’t really been…
Astrid sighs heavily as she lowers her head.
Astrid: Not on the best of terms I guess is how I should say it.
Samson: No, no, I do want you to. I mean, if you want to of course?
Astrid: I want to. In fact I’ve wanted to for a long time. I just… wasn’t sure if you wanted me to. But if that’s what you want, I’m more than willing to. I just have to get my things from Dana Point.
His phone vibrates again which again draws his attention. Another smile before he lowers it again.
Samson: I want what you want, Gizzy…
Astrid cracks a small smile.
Astrid: It’s been a while since I’ve heard that. OK… I’ll come. I can sleep in Hanna’s room.
Samson: If you feel that’s what you want to do?
Astrid: What I want to do is go home and sleep in bed with my husband, put my head to his chest and listen to his heart beating. I know it sounds cheesy as hell but it did quite help me sleep.
Astrid pulls her blonde hair into a ponytail so that it is out of her face. Joshua looks upon her lovingly.
Samson: It doesn’t sound cheesy at all. It actually sounds quite nice….something I’ve missed very much.
He holds out his hand to her. She puts her hand in his and gently closes her fingers around his palm.
Astrid: I’ve missed it more than you can and ever will know.
Samson: Gizzy, I...I…need to tell you about something.
Astrid: Is it why you’ve been smiling when your phone buzzes?
Astrid’s eyes glaze over ever so slightly.
Samson: Kind of...actually yes.
Astrid: I… kind of figured.
Astrid sighs again as she looks down at the tiled floor of the room.
Samson: I want to be honest with you going forward, Gizzy. I want to lay it all out there before you make a conclusive decision about coming back home.
He tugs at her held hand in order to draw her attention back to him. She looks up at him, clearly fighting tears back.
Astrid: OK… then lay it all out there.
Samson: Catriona MacKenzie. Jaz was right about us the entire time. We have been seeing each other for quite some time now. I purposely kept it a secret because of the fact that she is my client and because of what we have going on.
Astrid: I… I kind of figured judging by your tweets from the days previous to the Chaos taping. #CatsOutTheBag or something. I met her when I spoke to the ICWA class… she seemed nice… beautiful and a banging body with curves I wish I had.
Joshua smirks clearly picturing the frame of his mistress.
Samson: Yes, yes, she does…
Catching himself, he shakes the mental image away and refocuses.
Samson: But you actually met her before...back when we were in EHWF and she came over to a BBQ we had. She was dating Brooklyn then.
Astrid: To be fair… I was always drunk off my ass for those things and don’t remember much other than prepping and cleaning up the next day.
Samson: True but when you guys meet doesn’t matter right now. I want you to know that I have some very strong feelings for her.
Astrid: Oh…
Astrid took in a few deep breaths, letting each go slowly as she fought to stay somewhat calm.
Astrid: I just have one question.
Samson: Just one? Wow, I expected more than that honestly.
He chuckles, probably not a humorous one but moreso a nervous one.
Astrid: There will most likely be more but for right now… only one comes to mind. Do you still love…
Astrid takes in another deep breath before exhaling sharply.
Astrid: Me?
Samson: Of course I do. I never stopped loving you. I could never stop loving you, Astrid Rona Samson.
Astrid manages to put a smile on her lips as a single tear trickles down from the inner corner of her eye.
Astrid: I could never stop loving you either… Joshua Leslie Samson… Esquire.
A huge smile of joy and relief comes across his face. He reaches over and gently wipes the trail of the tear from her cheek.
Samson: I told Catriona that she could come by before visiting hours were over.
Astrid: I… I guess she can. I mean, you aren’t in ICU anymore. I can add her to the list if that is what you want. What am I saying of course that is what you want. She’s just going to have to show her ID at the nurse’s station because after Kellar got in, I made sure that became a requirement.
Samson: I’ll text her to let her know. Plus this will give you time to go to the beach house and gather up some of your things to bring back to Brentwood. Unless you wanted to stay around here while she’s here?
Astrid: That’s a long trip, like 150 miles round trip. I can do it when you’re home and maybe she can come over then too and babysit. I can just go down to the cafeteria and grab some food.
Samson: Okay...whatever you think is best, Gizzy.
Astrid: It’s getting late anyway and Daveena took my car back after the show.
Samson: You sure? You sure about all this...everything we’ve discussed?
Astrid: Well I have another question, and if you answer yes, I will accept it. It won’t be easy for me but if it makes you happy… I will probably get over it eventually, even though it might be a few therapy sessions til that. Do you… want to be married still and work on this?
She moves her finger, pointing first at herself and then at him. The Executive Representative takes a hard gulp.
Samson: If it’s possible...yes?
Astrid: Then yes… in time I will be OK with it. I did say therapy has been helping me. But you have to agree to one term… and before you say anything… keep in mind if you say no I know a soon to be 14 year old who’ll be upset.
Samson: What term is that?
Astrid: You need to take me, and Hanna of course, to not only Italy like you were planning to before all of this… but also to Disney World. It doesn’t have to be long, and preferably for her birthday cause my sister deserves it. At least I know the difference between Disney World and Disneyland unlike your little red headed friend.
Samson: Red headed friend? Oh you mean Cora. That doesn’t matter anymore to me. Miss Reeves and I are strictly friends in the truest sense. But yes I can do that for you and Hanna Banana. I have to make everything up to Jaz as well.
Astrid: I think she’s counting on Italy too. But with her wedding coming up, maybe… and this is up to you, OUR gift to her and Marq is their honeymoon?
Samson: That sounds like a wonderful idea. Surely that will when back her full favor?
Astrid: I don’t know her as well as you do… and it might not right away, but it will more than likely help. And by the way, you’re coming to Disney too. I haven’t used my DVC points this year because well… I’ve barely been able to leave the house.
Samson: That’s fair enough. Once we get home we can figure out the best time for us to do everything.
Astrid: Sounds good. But there is something I need to tell you.
She smiles from ear to ear as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens up her email, turning the phone towards him so he can see the email from the California Bar Exam.
Astrid: I passed. You are officially looking at Astrid Samson… ATTORNEY! I found out Monday.
Samson: Holy! Shit! That’s wonderful, Gizzy. I’m so proud of you! Come in and let me give you a hug.
Astrid: My sentiments exactly.
She stood up and put one “cheek” on the bed as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck gently. He wrapped his own arms around her slim waist to embrace her.
Samson: You did good, girl.
Astrid: I’m one of the lucky few who pass on the first try. Wonder if Gabe still has that spot saved for me.
She looks at him and giggles a little bit.
Samson: I’m sure it’s still saved.
Astrid: We can think about that later. For now, you tell Catriona that she can come and I will go down to the cafeteria so you can have alone time with her. But don’t do anything that would set off any monitors.
Samson: Hahaa right.
He picks up his phone, swipes it “alive”, and quickly sends a text.
Astrid: I’m serious… because I call dibs.
She winks as she moves back to the chair and readies her bag for Catriona’s impending arrival.
Samson: Fair enough. Maybe one day soon we could possibly all…
He nervously chuckles again.
Samson: Nevermind. No need to press my luck right now.
Astrid: Right now you need to concentrate on healing… and not setting off monitors. I highly suspect Cat will be here in seconds cause she’s not left downstairs so I’ll take my leave. I got to call Daveena to inform her that I’m going home.
Samson: Alright. I’ll see in a little while.
Astrid stands up and slings her bag over her shoulder.
Astrid: Text me when she leaves and I’ll come back up.
She leans forward and kisses his cheek.
Samson: I will. Oh and Gizzy?
Astrid: Yeah?
Samson: Thank you. Thank you for everything.
Astrid: It was nothing… because I love you.
She smiles as she heads for the door.
Samson: I love you too.
Astrid: See you in a bit… babe.
She winks slightly before heading out the door. Closing his eyes, he exhales heavily.
Samson: Well, hell, that went better than expected…
Fade.
"Iconic Queen" Astrid Sedin
