(Sean's POV)
I paced anxiously as I waited by the emergency entrance door. The thought of an old habit kept creeping into my head, intermittent with the worried thoughts I had for Ivann. I need a cigarette. My anxiety peaked every time an ambulance pulled up to the doors, making me think the worst had happened.
Finally, the ambulance carrying Ivann pulled up to the doors. I held my breath as they pulled him out on the gurney until I heard them say something about him being stable and something about a head injury and multiple lacerations. Panic, fear, worry, they all grabbed me and I needed to be near him. I needed to see him; I needed to see that he was all right, and I needed him to know that I was there by his side.
Two paramedics, a lion, and a ram stopped me before I could get to him. "Let me go!" I snarled at them as they held me back. "That's my husband!" I barked, ready to rip their fucking arms off to get to him.
"Sean?" Ivann whimpered as he turned his head and looked over at me.
The two paramedics released me and I rushed to him, just as the tears in his eyes streamed down his cheeks. "Ivann, baby, are you okay?" I asked him as I ghosted my trembling fingers over the bloodied fur of his cheek.
"M-my head hurts," he cried as he squeezed his eyes shut and turned into the palm of my head.
"We have to get him inside," one paramedic said.
"It's gonna be all right, baby. I'm right here," I said as I kissed him gently on the forehead and reached for his hand.
I stayed right beside him, holding his hand and hurrying with the nurses that pushed the gurney, until one of them stepped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. "I'm sorry sir, but you can not go past these doors," the nurse, a short female raccoon, told me.
"But he's my husband. Why can't I go with him?"
"You just can't. I'm sorry, but that's the rules," she explained, poorly, with a saddened look on her face. "Here, keep this safe until you can see him," she told me as she picked up my hand and placed Ivann's wedding band in my palm. "You can wait in one of those chairs, over there, and I'll come to get you when we are done," she said, indicating strongly that I should take a seat in one of the chairs that lined the wall of the hall. I nodded, the lump in my throat making it impossible for me to speak. "We'll take good care of him," she assured me, with a kind smile, before she walked through the doors.
Another nurse came along shortly after and gave me a clipboard with some paperwork to fill out. They waited while I filled out the papers, and then they took them and left me all alone.
My body trembled as I waited for what felt like an eternity. I hope he's okay. There was so much blood. I looked at his bloodied ring and the blood on the pads and fur of my palm. I watched as nurses and doctors rushed through the halls, none of them even noticing me. Any of them could be rushing to save Ivann, right then, and never know that they passed by me, his husband, waiting in the hall. I pushed that thought out of my mind. "Please, let him be okay," I prayed quietly, as I squeezed his ring tightly in my hand.
"Sean?" the raccoon nurse from before called as she walked over to me.
"Yes, that's me," I answered as I stood up. "How's my husband? Is he going to be okay?"
"He has a concussion," she answered as she gestured for me to sit back down with her. "There are some more tests that we have to run on him, but, for now, I'd say he's going to be okay," she told me with a warm smile as she placed her hand over mine.
A rush of relief filled me, hearing that he was going to be okay. "When can I see him?"
"It should be soon." Someone said a strange code over the loudspeakers and she jumped up to her paws. My heart stopped. That's Ivann! "Don't worry, it's not him," she told me as she sprinted in the opposite direction than they took Ivann.
