Can't Sleep... Love? (Mavi)

Night Ninety-Eight

We spend the day just as planned: lying in the sun then having a nice dinner and, finally, a nice hot bath with some nice and calm music. As usually I am sitting in between Avi's legs, cuddled up against his broad chest. His arms are wrapped around my torso, holding me, while I relax entirely.

"Can we stay like this forever?" I say dreamily.

"I'd love to" Avi returns and kisses my neck. He starts humming with the music as he always does, the soft vibrations in his chest soothing my soul even further.

We stay like this until the water is too cold to actually be comfortable. I am yearning to be inside his arms again, preferably sans clothing. Don't get me wrong, there haven't been any innuendos today, it was just sweet and everything. But Mommy has her needs. It's been quite a while and after all I've seen my man the whole day, wearing nothing more than underway. And I know that Avi needs it just as much, I could literally feel it when we were in the bathtub.

"I'll wait in the bedroom" I whisper in Avi's ear and walk away, making sure to sway my hip as much as possible.

I can sense that he's staring at my bare ass, I just know it, know my man. And it makes me so damn happy. When I walk into the bedroom, I hear the vibration alarm of my phone. I hurry over to the nightstand, just wanting to check if it's something important and am taken aback when it's an unknown number.

"Hello?" I accept the call.

"Hi. This is Stacy from Los Angeles St. James Hospital. Am I talking to Mitchell Grassi?"

"Yes, that's me. Mitch Grassi. What's wrong?" I feel a hint of worry creeping up and hold up one hand when Avi comes up behind me to signal him that it's important.

"I have you filed as the emergency contact for Scott Hoying. I'm sorry to break it to you like that but Mr Hoying was brought here after an accident."

"What? How is he? What happened?"

"I'm afraid I don't have more information for you right now. He's currently being treated."

"Okay... I... I'm coming. St. James?" While still on the phone I search through my overnight bag for a fresh set of clothing.

"Yes, St. James hospital. Are you with someone? You sound rather distraught, Sir."

"I'm with my boyfriend, don't worry" I answer.

"Alright, take care of you. Bye."

"Bye." I throw the phone on the bed and start to get dressed.

"Mitchie? Care to tell me what happened?" Avi asks, eyeing me carefully.

"Scott had an accident. He's at the hospital. I need to go there" I say while hastily throwing on the next best pair of jeans and grab the flannel I've been wearing this morning.

"Slow down, Babe" Avi says softly. "I'm going to get dressed now and then we'll drive to the hospital to look for him, okay? Try not to worry right now, please. I'm with you." His voice, despite being calming as ever shows that he's nervous as well. He throws on some clothes and then takes my hand. "Come on, we'll go."

We go out to the car and ride over to the hospital in silence. Even the radio is muted, I can't stand it right now. Avi drives as fast as possible without breaking laws and so we arrive at the hospital, soon.

Avi gets out of the car first while I stay seated. I'm scared, I don't want to go in there, I don't want to face my best friend being injured. Only when Avi opens the door and leans over me to open the seatbelt that I get out of my trance.