A real love story

Day 2

Kristen's POV

It was saturday, and I woke up really late. I was surprised, because Rob wasn't there and would have woken me up before but I found a note at the end of the bed. It was from him. I opened it and read:

Baby,

I didnt wake you up before 'cause you seemed very tired. Its 10am now and I have to go take a shower and go to the grocery store to buy some things. Call me when you are awake ok? I'll see you later.

Love, Rob

I didnt call him. Not because I didn't want to but to give him some privacy. I knew he was tired too, so there was no need to be bothered.

I cleaned up the mess from last ight's love making and took a shower again, ate breakfast and smoked a cig. Three hours later came Rob with a worried face, scars and half of his jeans ripped. The thing I automatically saw, was his right arm. It hurt. I stood up fast and went to where he was.

"Whats wrong Rob? Why are you with those scars and w- why the fuck are you touching your arm? What happened? A-are you ok?". I was freaking out, I couldn't imagine Rob getting hurt.

"I am okay, nothing to worry, it hurts just a bit. A car came faster than I thought while I was crossing the road and I almost got knocked down. I....I didn't know what to do so I jumped to the side of the road and landed on my right arm."

"When did all of this happen?"

"A while ago, 30 min maybe? I don't know, I came right away and that's all what it took."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Suddenly, I was crying. My mind didn't process the idea of not having Rob by my side. I was really scared and worried about him.

"No, don't cry baby... I'm fine see?"

"How can you be fine! Your arm hurts, Rob! You need to get checked, you can't stay like that. C'mon".

I grabbed the keys and rode immediately to the closest hospital. Shit. The last thing I wanted was paparazzi.

"Fuck them", I told to myself. We jumped off the car and ran to the door. Everyone was staring at us.

We waited a few minutes until Dr. Drew asked for Rob. He attended him while I was waiting. I drank a cup of tea, time seemed much longer and they weren't finished yet.

30 min of waiting impatiently, Rob came out from the doctors office.

"Kris, hey, don't worry it's just a fracture. I'll be fine. I just need to rest a few days."

A fracture. Only a fracture.

"I know you'll be fine. I almost got a heart attack. I'm glad it's just that and not something serious, because I wouldn't be able to cope with that."

"Yeah, I was very lucky of not getting killed. Dr. Drew told me to not go to film until my arm had recovered at least a bit."

"Ok. It's alright. I wasn't letting you go to film anyway. C'mon lets go back to the hotel."

When we were back at the hotel, I put Rob to bed and called Bill. I told him about the accident and that Rob needed a few days off. He agreed on putting the shooting in standby until Wednesday.

We watched a movie the rest of the evening and I cooked something to eat. Rob was calmed by that time and fell asleep. I didn't resist too much either and the tiredness came back to me...again.