Forever Yours

Fifty-Four

"Well, is he okay? Is my husband, okay?" I ask the receptionist at the emergency room. Tears are streaming down my face as I stare down at the helpless looking girl.

I can't say that I remember how I made it here, that would be a lie. All I know is I made it to the hospital in less than half the time maps told me I would. Surprisingly, I'm one of the only people in the emergency room, so making a scene isn't really one of my main concerns right now.

"Hello?!" I shout at her now. "Juan Luis Londoño Arias! That's my husband! I was told to come here to see him. He's here. Will you please fucking let me see him?" I slam my hands on the front desk.

She looks up at me, shaking her head. "Ma'am, I've already paged the doctor on your husbands' case. He's on his way to get you. Please be patient."

"No!" I shake my head, wiping at my tears angrily. "How am I expected to remain calm when no one's telling me what's going on with him?! This is such bull—"

"You must be Mrs. Londoño." I turn my attention to my right, I see a tall, middle aged African American man coming our way. "Hi, I'm Dr. Oliver." he extends his hand out to me.

I shake his hand, sniffling. "Hi, yes. I'm sorry, it's just that I've been waiting out here for like ten minutes and—oh, God." I let out a sob, more tears spilling from my eyes. "Is Juan okay? Please tell me he's okay. You wouldn't have left me out here waiting for so long if he wasn't okay, right?" I look up at him my bottom lip quivering. "Right?"

Dr. Oliver looks down at me sympathetically as he nods. "Your husband will be alright, Adrianna."

I almost lose my balance at his words, feeling such relief to know Juan is okay. "Oh, thank God. What happened to him?"

"May I?" I nod. He loops his arm with mine and begins walking us in the direction he just came from. "Your husband was on his way to a party and got into a motorcycle accident." fuck. "Luckily, he only suffered from a dislocated shoulder. A severely dislocated shoulder, but it's nothing he won't be healed from in a few months. His body will be very sore for a week or two as well, but nothing he won't bounce back from." I nod, walking with him, we're walking past rooms with patients in them. "I'll warn you now, his arms and face have a decent amount of scratches on them, they most likely will scab and scar, it wasn't a pretty accident." I look up at him and grimace. "I'm aware he's a public figure, just get him to the best dermatologist in town, and his face will look as if nothing ever happened to it." he waves his hand dismissively. "I'll recommend you guys a few before you head out."

"Thank you."

"He's right in there. Probably sleeping. I'll be back to check on you guys in a bit." he motions towards a sliding door that's been shut, curtains blocking my view from the inside.

"Thank you, Doctor." I nod, looking up at him. "Thank you so much."

Carefully, I slide open the door as well as the curtain. Juan is laying on the bed to the right of me, his left arm in a sling, and yep...covered in bandages on both arms as well as some on his face. His eyes flutter open at the sound of my footsteps reaching the bed.

"Hey, you." he clears his throat, his smile is tired.

Immediately, my eyes water. "What the fuck, Juan?" I shake my head, standing right beside him on the bed now. "You're okay?" I know the doctor told me he would be, but I need to hear it from him.

"Not feeling the best right now, but yes, I will be." he nods slowly. "No te preocupes por mi, Bonita."

I smile down at him, a tear sliding down my cheek. "All I do is worry about you." before I know what I'm doing, my hand is gently caressing his cheek. "Don't ever scare me like that again."