my wife

chapter 10

Fuck, last night was so embarrassing.

What did I think by pulling his shirt? How did that even happen? Goodness, I don't even know. I'm so done with myself. I didn't even realize what I was doing. I thought I was in my bedroom and the next thing I know is that I'm pulling the hem of his shirt.

I woke up a little later today so I'm taking my time getting ready. I take a long, hot shower to clear my head. Am I the only one who doesn't think when they shower? Taking a shower is more washing away the thoughts than getting ideas.

Today I'm just staying at home and probably gonna continue studying. I really need it because the exams are just around the corner. I feel sick when I think about exams, it burns so many calories, thinking about it, I don't even need to work out. There's still so much I need to do. I'm seriously gonna cry. 

I'm getting hungry, who can blame me it's 11:30 am already.

I walk down the stairs and see Emilio sitting on the couch. I pretend not to see him since I can't get yesterday out of my head and really can't look him in the eyes.

„Hey.", his voice so calm like yesterday never happened.

„Oh hey, you're not at work?", why is he at home though? I walk towards the kitchen. I can't bring myself to look at him.

„No, I'm gonna see a doctor today.", my entire body freezes. What did he just say? See who? A doctor? Why? 

„You what? Are you ok?"

„I'm alright just worried about probably nothing.", he plays it off but I know something's wrong.

„What do you want to eat?", I look at him now.

„I don't know. Don't really have an appetite."

„How about the list?"

„What list?"

„The list of foods you like, which I told you to write for me."

„Oh I forgot, sorry.", why does he look so distant. Like his head's somewhere else right now. I look at him. Analyzing him. He is not the man I've seen at the office yesterday. He is not the man who told me how brave I am and showed concern for me. This man is an ordinary person.

Sometimes it's hard to believe that famous people are also just normal human-beings with problems. And he looks like he hasn't slept all night, like he is in some other dimension and doesn't even realize that he is. I'm worried about him, so I start cooking, the faster he eats, the faster he recovers right?

Everything I can think about is him.

Everything I see is him.

Everything I smell is him.

Everything I do is Emilio.

I prepared some soup. It's easier to eat and not too heavy.

It's 12 pm by now.

I walk over to the couch and sit beside him.

„Emilio?", he turns his head slowly and hums. He hasn't moved for the past half hour.

„When is your appointment?"

„At 1 pm."

„Ok c'mon let's get you ready to go.", I grab his arm and drag him upstairs.

His floor is...wow.

It's just like I imagined.

Very simple, modern and neat.

But right now I don't have the time to take a closer look.

I managed to get him ready and found out where his doctor is.

I made him eat a little bit of soup before we left, he shouldn't go anywhere with an empty stomach.

I called Gabriel to drive us.

I kept looking at him on the way to the doctor. Why didn't he go sooner? What are his symptoms anyways. I know nothing. I wish we had gotten to know each other sooner, maybe he would've told me and he would be in a better state right now.

„Emilio Romano.", I tap on his shoulder and tell him he's next. He pulls me along with him. We both get settled and the doctor puts on his gloves.

„Are you his family?", the doctor asked.

„Yes, I'm his wife.", I look at Emilio. He looks really bad by now. Getting worse every second.

„Alright, let's get started."

I'm worried, I have no idea what's happening right now.

Will he be ok?

Is it a minor problem like he said?

How's he feeling right now?

I space out during the examination and the first thing I hear is: „Yes, please inform the hospital."

WHAT?

„What is going on?", I ask the doctor.

He ignores me and they take Emilio away.