"Do you like it?", James asked me.
"Yeah, it works pretty nice," I said, picking my hair out.
"You think it would be a good investment?", He asked.
"If we can gather up the right connections and do some good advertising," I said.
"We can, I'll call them up," he said, leaving out the room.
My phone started ringing and I grabbed it out of my purse.
"Hello?", I asked.
"Hello is this Belle Romani?", They asked.
"Yes this is she, how can I help you?", I asked.
"This is Dr. Williams at East Jefferson General Hospital, your husband and children have been admitted into the hos-
"What happened?", I asked, grabbing my bag.
"There was an explosion at your house, it seems to have come from your husband's car. The fire from the explosion spread to the house and a lot of smoke was produced. Your children weren't burned, they are okay," the doctor said.
"What about my husband?", I asked, tears running down my eyes.
"The impact of the explosion, blew him away. He has some broken bones in his back and a concussion," the doctor said.
"I'll be there," I said, more tears pouring out of my eyes.
I ran out of the room.
"Where are you going?", James asked confused.
"My husband and my kids are in the hospital," I yelled back.
"What the hell happened this time?", James asked.
"I have to go," I said.
"We'll take my plane. We can get there a lot faster," James said.
"Okay," I said, nodding. We hurried and left out. Then we caught a cab to his plane.
"How many hours till we get there?", I asked.
"3 hours," James said.
"That's such a long time," I sighed.
"I know and I'm really sorry Belle," James said.
''It's not your fault," I said.
"I know. I just don't understand why things like this happen to you. Just know that if you need anything, I'm here for you," he said.
"I know, thank you," I said.
We sat quiet for the rest of the ride, then we sped to the hospital.
"Mrs. Romani, for Mr. Romani and our sons,'' I said.
"Room 3005," she said. I nodded my head and went up the elevator.
When I made it to the 3rd floor I saw them inside the room.
"Are you okay?", I asked the children as I went up to them.
"Yeah," they said, sucking on their lollipops.
"Where's Marciano?", I asked.
"He went down with Chilé to the cafeteria,'' Deonté.
"How's Marciello? Has he moved at all?", I asked.
"That's the thing. He's in a coma," Deonté said.
I couldn't control myself I just bust out crying.
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Sorry for the short chapter. I still have to contemplate if I want to do some fucked up shit. 😁
