《Raising Rio》34| lost
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Once the plane had landed in an airport on the outskirts of Venezuela, Rio was taken in an ambulance to the Aidensfield's nearest base hospital seen as though they had multiple bases in South America.
Luckily, each base had its own advanced, high technology medical wing that put numerous of well-known hospitals to shame. However Nona, Popo and Carson agreed that they'd rather have Rio treated by the best doctor they knew.
It had been a couple of hours since Rio was admitted, she had numerous of tests: MRI's and CT's which confirmed she was in fact suffering from a subarachnoid haemorrhage and was immediately taken into emergency surgery.
The cause of Rio's injuries still remained unknown, however the doctors and nurses informed the trio that her injuries where most probably caused by head trauma and that nobody would have known about her condition, unless Rio spoke of her signs and symptoms before she collapsed.
The trio knew Rio was never one to complain of a measly headache or a spell of dizziness, but at that moment they wish she did.
Rio's parents and brothers where informed of her current condition, neither her parents nor brothers didn't show interest of making the effort to be there for her or arranged any plans to visit.
The relationship between the young girl and her family was beyond repair at this point, and Rio would never in her heart be able to forgive them for the pain they've put her through.
The thought of Cassius and the black list was at the back of Nona, Popo and Carson's thoughts: their main priority was Rio's health and all new investigations regarding the latter had been put on hold until further notice.
They knew Rio would want input in the new investigations, but the on-going investigations where still being looked into.
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The only new information they had was Charlotte had numerous phone calls with whoever was blackmailing her, but the phone number and IP address was untraceable.
It was a dead-end, and they all knew they would have many dead-ends before finding a real piece of solid information.
Carson was sat in one of those uncomfortable, plastic chairs in the waiting room with his head in his hands and his fingers occasionally gripping chunks of hair as if he was about to pull it out.
He decided against the latter as he knew if Rio was to wake up she would beat his ass for ruining the amazing condition of his hair.
All thanks to her avocado and egg hair masks she made him wear weekly. God, how he wished he could be doing those with her-he wouldn't complain about them ever again if it meant she was running her hands through his hair soothingly.
Nona and Popo had gone to grab a bite to eat, whereas Carson refused to leave the hospital. It didn't help that he had lost his appetite, and he hadn't had a single bite to eat since he found Rio laid unconscious in her Grandmother's arms.
All he knew was if Rio was to ever wake up, he wouldn't spend another moment not knowing if she was going to spend the rest of her life with him. He didn't know if it was his brain going through the motions of potentially losing the love of his life, but at that moment he would make her his for the rest of their lives.
He was going to marry that girl, and nobody could do anything to stop him.
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