Fighter

Thirty three

Your POV

- At least everything underneath is intact. - The emergency doctor turns the portable cart to face me and the light
of the screen lights up to show the X-ray.
He points to an area of ​​my ribs. - You have a fracture here, but the lungs and spleen are intact. The bruises are already starting to appear and you will probably
feel as if you have been trampled by  elephants for a time, but it was a simple fracture and will heal.

— What is there treatment for this?

- There's not much to do. We used to wrap the ribs of the patients, but a study was done and they found that this is of no benefit. Wound heals itself, with much
rest and painkillers. - The doctor pulls out his recipe block. - Ice for twenty minutes every hour you are awake for the next two
days. I will prescribe you a week of Vicodin to start. You came driving? - He asks Henry.

He nods his head.

- Excellent. I will give you a dose reinforced now to make you more comfortable and with luck you can rest tonight. - The doctor looks to my face, turning it to the left and right, examining the lacerations. - I'd hate to see the face of the other guy since you won. - He shakes his head. - You will stay with her tonight? - Again the doctor addresses Henry, but this time it's me who answers.

- I'm alone, but I'm fine. - I lose the voice. Breathing hurts but talking is even worse.

- You are fine now. But we cannot always see everything in a X-ray. If your breathing becomes too shallow tonight, this could indicate a small perforation that we can't see. You can't stay by yourself. - The doctor looks at me,
then to Henry, and then to me again.

- She's staying with us tonight. - Henry says.

- I... -  I start to object, but Henry interrupts

- Everything is fine. The suite has one  extra bedroom. - I look at him uncomfortably and he smiles and teases:
- we will make a castle of pillows and sheets and we are going to update one another on the shit that we did in our first twenty years.

****

I wake up confused. I look around the room where I am and nothing seems familiar to me. The heavy curtains are closed but I can still see a trickle of sunlight passing through a small space
between them, in the left corner.

I cough and pain hits my chest. I moan because of the deep rib pain. Someone opens the bedroom door and peeks
inside without saying anything.

- Who's there? - I ask. Speaking increases pain intensity and shortens every inspiration to the point that I feel
like I'm drowning. That makes me gasp for air and cough again.

- It's me, Natalie. - She whispers and opens the door wider. - I didn't want to wake you.

- I am awake.

- Are you in pain?

- Yup. I feel like I got hit by a truck, which then reversed and hit me again.

- You slept for so long that probably the effects of the pills already passed. I'll get your medicine and a little bit of water.

- Wait.

- What is it?

- Where am I?

- In the penthouse suite.

- I don't remember coming here last night.

– You were passed out. Henry said that the doctor gave you a double dose of
medication before leaving the hospital and you passed out before you got to the hotel. It took Henry and Jon to bring you up here.

- Shit. I do not remember anything. The
last thing I remember was me sitting in the hospital with Henry and the doctor coming to say that my rib was broken.

Natalie disappears and comes back a minute later with water and a few pills. I sit on the bed and changing position is very painful.

- Thanks. - I swallow the water and the
medicine.

- What time is it?

- Four.

- Pm?

- Yes, in the afternoon. - She said laughing.

- Where's Henry?

- He had to go down to do some appearances and present a session.

I sit up a little straighter and I shudder when my chest muscles flex. But I pull the covers of me.

- I need to go.

- I think you need to rest.

- I will. But I'm going back to my
bedroom.

- Hmm... - She hesitates. - I brought
all your stuff here. Henry gave me your key and i checked you out of your bedroom.

- Thanks. In any case, it's time to return to Washington. I am good. I can walk alone. But thank you for everything.

I swing my legs off the bed and it hurts like hell when I move.

- I think you should stay. - Natalie says. —
For Henry's sake too.

- Why for Henry?

- He got really angry yesterday night. Jon had to calm him down for him don't go after the guy you fought with. He takes the sport very seriously and he says guys like that ruin all initiatives of the last ten years to make sport accepted as something cool.

- I don't think I'm in condition to stop Henry from doing anything.

- Maybe not. But having you here is good
for him too. He will never admit, but he's been curious about you since he found out you were siblings.

I smile because I felt the same way.

- Will you stay?

- Yup. - The truth is that I was just going
To leave because it felt like the right thing to do. I don't have any place where I need to be so.. - do you know where my phone is?

- Of course, I'll get it for you.

Natalie opens the curtains and brings me some fruit while checking my phone. There is hundreds of new messages: Tom,
Sebastian, my father, partners in the company that saw the fight... But none with the name I want to see on the screen. I  didn't entered the ring with the silly idea that winning would mean winning Scarlett back, but when I saw her face yesterday in the arena, I thought maybe, just maybe, there was a damn chance. I throw my phone at the end of the table,
feeling rejected again.

- Didn't she call you? - Natalie asks reluctant.

I shake my head, denying it.

I was on the other side of the arena with
Henry during the fight, but he showed me who she was. I watched her reactions as she watched the fight. She stayed on the edge of the chair all the time, nervous. She turned white as a ghost when Colin stepped on you. I saw her run towards the ring. But then I lost her in the crowd. I think she still cares about you if it does
any difference. - She says, in an attempt to make me feel better, but it sounds more like pity.

I try to smile. She is a good person for
try to help.

- Thanks. I'm going to take a shower.

- Y/N?- I turn around.

- It's her loss if she doesn't forgive you,
because it's worth forgiving you.

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