CHARLOS (part ll.) Demons of the past

Love can move mountains

Hello friends, here is the first part. I'll stick with 4 ⭐ for now for the next part.

Carlos arrives at the hospital and follows the ambulance, which is heading straight for the reception of serious cases.

He gets out as fast as he can and runs to the medics who carry the unconscious Charles into the building.

"Hey you can't go here!"

"Please I have to go with him" says the Spaniard, determined to throw aside anyone who stands between him and his love.

"Sir you must go through the main entrance. You can't do anything for him now, he has to go to the operating room. You can wait for him while they take him to his room"

"On operation? Is it that serious? Please tell me he's going to be okay" he says with a hurt tone, tears in his eyes and shaking all over.

"Okay Keep calm, not like this" The doctor turns and waves to the paramedics "Hey Sarah!" the medic approaches and immediately understands what to do.

"Sarah, please take the gentleman here to the ambulance or he will collapse here... and let him lie down somewhere"

"Yes, come on sir"

The medic takes Carlos through the staff entrance and takes him to the medical room .

"Please, miss, I need to know what's going on with Charles."

"Alright, sit down first and I'll make you some tea, okay?"

Carlos sits down with a distraught expression, his gaze directed to the ground. He ignores the whole world and thinks only that his loved one is okay.

Sarah hands him a cup of tea.

"I think you'd better put it on the table... my hands are shaking" he said in a completely soulless voice.

The medic placed the cup on the table and sat down next to Carlos. "And… Charles is your brother or something?"

"More like something..."
"He is more important to me than anyone else"

The young blonde medic tried to calm Carlos down. "I'm sure he'll be fine... I heard that the worst injury is probably his leg and it's not life-threatening."

Carlos didn't pay attention of what she said at all
"Oh my god... I have to call"

"Who do you need to call?"

"His mom and brothers... They don't even know I found him"

He immediately started searching his pockets for his phone and then started scrolling through his contacts. He saw "Arthur" first on the list and started the call.

It's 9:30 in the morning in Monaco and Arthur has been trying to drink away his sadness at last night's party.

The phone starts ringing and Charles' younger brother digs himself out of the covers to pick it up.

"Aggh Carlos it's too early..."

"Arthur... I found him, I'm in the hospital now"

"What!? You mean-..."

"Charles... He is alive and he is here"

Arthur quickly stood up, his heart is racing.

"Are you serious?!" His eyes started to shine, he almost cried "Is he okay? Where are you? I'm going right away".

"We're in England, I'll send you the address but now call your mum".

"England?! What the-... okay okay I'll call her"