It takes one asteroid, for the sky to be aflame.
Eos should be here by now. I glance down at my watch, the second hand ticking, ticking. Seconds turn into minutes, and I swear the sun seems to be drooping. Clouds densely cover the area, graying as my mood swindles.
Where is she? Why isn't she here? I pull my phone out of my pocket and type up a message to Emilia.
Matsuho: Did you tell her? Emilia: I'm sorry, my brains in a frazzle. Give me a sec, and come to the location I send you.
What? Is there something wrong? I can trust her. I take a breath, and swiftly, walk to my car. The noises around me are irritating, and the amount of people seems to be increasing as they blur together. Colors blend in a way that makes my eyes strain as I drive. Thoughts run through my head as I pull up to a hospital.
Is she okay? What happened? Why a hospital? Please let her be okay, please let her be okay. Please. Please let this not be a repeat of. Of.
When Eos was around seven years old, and I around eight, we had first built our treehouse. We were both incredibly excited to finally own a house of our own. Eos' mom has a small polaroid photo from it, Eos' auburn hair shining bronze under the light. Our hands intertwined as we looked up at the treehouse with these huge grins on our face. For months, we would go to the house every day, and play around. We had stocked it with blankets, pillows, and snacks. That summer was filled with a lot of hiding and running away from any responsibility we could. When the end of term rolled around, my family had taken a trip down to our family, and Eos was left with just her parents, and baby in the womb. Eos had told me that she was tired, tired of the noise. She had run away to the treehouse to take a break, but in the dark, she fell off the ladder. When we came back, she was in a cast, with crutches and everything.
I take a deep breath Matsuho, get a grip of yourself. She's fine, she's fine. She's fine.
Sweat beads my forehead and I'm relieved when the cooling air of the hospital hits my skin. Emilia's sitting poised in the clean hospital lounge chair, when she notices I'm here.
"Matsuho! I'll take you to her, let's go."
With a rush I say all that's been running through my head, "Is she okay? What's going on? Where is she? What happened?"
Emilia sends an awkward glance my way, "She'll be fine, she just fainted. I'm taking you to her room, where she is resting, so please Matsuho, be quiet."
I nod, and she softens a little. We walk a little more, till we appear at Eos' room. When I walk inside, I'm met with a nurse gently monitoring Eos, and writing on a clipboard. I sit down next to Eos, and slowly move some hair off of her face. The nurse smiles at me, and beckons me out the door.
"You're her husband I presume?" She questions, a soft smile is on her worn face.
"Yeah," I pause. "Is she okay?"
She chuckles gently, "She should be fine, but I'll let her tell you everything. However, I want you to be aware of something."
I open my mouth just to be meaty with a stern look.
"Under no situation should she be doing anything strenuous, and yes, that includes your lovely nights." She looks at me sternly, "no alcohol, no smoking. Here's an advanced list of the do's and don'ts, but I'll allow Eos to tell you some things herself."
I thank her, as I take the list gingerly and head back into the room. Tentatively, I take Eos' hand in mine, and slowly massage it.
It's around nine at night when Eos finally begins to wake. She blinks groggily, and stares at me, her eyes widening.
"Matsuho? What are you doing here?"
"I'm your husband Bambi, I'm gonna be by your side if you faint suddenly."
She gives me a weak smile, and squeezes my hand. She takes in her surroundings, looking around when her eyes find Emilia.
"Emilia?"
"Eos, the nurse will be here soon to explain everything. I brought you here, when you didn't answer."
Eos nods, and looks at me, "How long have we been here?"
I tell her around four hours, and we continue to wait some more. I do my best to keep her awake, and she gently squeezes my hand from time to time. When the nurse comes in, she asks me politely to let her speak to Eos alone. I wait outside, my heart pounding with worry. When they finally let me back in, Eos is smiling.
"Matsuho honey, let's go home," she smiles softly at me, and I remember the reason why I fell in love with her.
YOU ARE READING
Bloom Again
RomanceWhen Eos falls sick, Matsuho is left to take care of their children and the house on his own. His life feels empty without his favorite flower in his life. Will fate allow him to come to terms with it?
