A Lover To Him

Chapter Forty, Fiercely and confidently

Caine Williams

I have been here for multiple hours, waiting for more information, waiting for the chance to let my eyes glide over Mia's face and see she's going to be alright. Although I try to remind myself that she'll be alright, I know deep down that I won't be sure until I've heard the exact words come out of a doctor's mouth, and I haven't seen one yet. If they don't come in the next ten minutes, I'm demanding more information in a much more violent way than I did an hour ago.

Dylan didn't try to stop me, she only looked up at stared as I demanded the useless lady behind the desk for more information. She kept saying she couldn't give me anything because I wasn't direct family, and I was ready to grab her by her collar and drag her from the fucking chair to make clear that I wanted more information. Family or not, I would get the information.

I had thought of many ways to sue the hospital for having that damn rule in their policy, and while I understood the importance of it, I didn't see any reasons as to why someone's lover who isn't recognized by the state can't know the state of their loved one. Same situation with someone's friend. The rule seems ridiculous, but I was sure Mia would tell me all the reasons for the rule when she awoke.

I look at Dylan, who's sitting beside me in the uncomfortable chair, and sigh deeply, trying to understand why time passed so fucking slowly at the worst moments. Why couldn't time pass slowly whenever I was with Mia? When we were talking in bed after a couple of rounds of passionate sex or whenever she laughed out loud about some joke. When I was looking at her eating her favorite ice-cream flavor or when I heard her rant through the phone about her day.

Dylan looked like she hadn't had sleep in forever, her hair was a mess and her eyes were red from crying. She had dark circles under her eyes and she yawns continuously as she tries to stay awake. I've told her multiple times to go home to get some rest and take a shower, but she keeps refusing. She keeps saying that she doesn't want to leave her best friends' side, reminding me that Mia wouldn't do it either.

I'm not the one to talk, I wouldn't walk out of this hospital to get rest even if it was a case of life and death. I would remain seated in this fucking chair until some kind of annoying doctor gave me more information about my girl and her well-being. Mia would tell me it would be unhealthy to get no sleep, and I can even imagine her sweet and worried voice saying those exact words to me, but deep down, she knows she would not go away either if I were in her position.

I let out a humorless laugh at my own thoughts when I think of the way Mia's always worried about someone else's well-being instead of her own. She would eagerly save another person's life even if her own life depended on it. She was selfless in that case, always putting herself last when others needed help first. She truly was a nurse from nature, it was how she was as a person. Selfless, caring, and always helping others instead of herself.

"I swear, I'm going to kill that useless lady if she doesn't call a fucking doctor in five minutes. We need more information about Mia's fucking well-being." I growl angrily as Dylan looked up at me, and I realized she agreed with me even if she chose to stay silent.

She was drowning in her own thoughts, almost as if it was her way of escaping situations or problems. As if there was a small door inside of her mind that lead to a room that helped her escape, and finally, I could see why Mia always said how Dylan should've become a psychologist instead of a lawyer. I could see what Mia talked about as I looked at Dylan. The way Dylan looked at the world wasn't as black and white as everyone else saw the world. She saw the world in a different way, a way that made me think she almost believed in destined faith.

She didn't, she was way too sober and too aware of her reality to believe in destined faith, but she was a little woolly. I think she thought about life in a way that was difficult to explain, she looked at life like everything that happened had some kind of meaning she could read and understand. Her thoughts were deep, but meaningful, as Mia had told me.