2B (Bruno Mars fanfic)

Chapter 8

Bruno’s POV:

"Is this Mr. Hernandez?" A male voice asked me who I did not recognize.

"Yes, that's me. Who am I talking too if I may ask?" I said rubbing my eyes because I was asleep a few seconds before.

"This is Dr.Owens from Cedar-Sinai Medical Center, I just received the results of the tests and I´m calling you to tell you about them. I hope I'm not interrupting you." He said.

“No  of course not.” I lied. He woke me up out my sleep. Of course he was interrupting me!

"Ok. I think it would be best if you could come here so we can personally discuss the results ." The doctor said.

"Why? Are results that bad?" I said worried.

"I´ll explain everything to you when you get here."

"Ok, I'm on my way". I said and quickly jumped out the bed.

"Ryan... Ryaaaaaaaaan!" I yelled.

"What is it man, why are you yelling?" He said entering my bedroom.

"Dr.Owens called. I´m going to hospital to talk  to him."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I´ll go alone, you just take care of G, ok?"

"Ok man, don't worry about that."

On the way to the hospital  I could not stop worrying about what will doctor say. Why could he not tell me over the phone? Is the situation so serious? I parked at the back entrance so people didn’t  have to  see me and perhaps recognize me. I walked into the elevator and went straight to Dr.Owens office.

"Hello Mr. Hernandez, I'm glad you were able to come so quickly."

"No problem, you sounded so serious over the phone, so I rushed."

"Please, sit down," He said, pointing to a chair.

"What's going on?"

"Well .. here are the results," He said while holding some papers.

"Luckily nothing is broken in her body, just a lot of bruises from the blows while she rolled down the hill. But she hit her head hard and she is still unconscious."

"What does that mean?" I asked terrified.

"This means that she is in coma now. People who are not aware six hours after a  injury are considered to be in a coma.” He said and took a deep breath.

"A Coma??? How long she will be in a coma?" I said totally shocked.

"Nobody knows, it might be a few days, weeks, months-- even years."

"Years? Oh my god." I said, and leaned back in the chair while I was rubbing my face.

"She is still young and has good potential to have a quick and complete recovery. The CT and MRI scan didn't show any big damage on her brain so that is a good sign but I'm a little worried that she is unconscious so we'll monitor her condition carefully." He explained to me.

"I don't want to be rude... but about that hospital bill... do you still stand by that what you said before?" He spoke again because I was silent, buried in my thoughts.

"Yeah... yeah. Sure, I´ll take care off that. You just give her the best care."  I said nodding with my head. At least I can do this for her. It was because of my dog, that she is here now.

"Do you want to see her?" The doctor asked.

"Can I...?" I said little bit surprised with his question.

"Actually I’m really not suppose to let you do that, but because it’s you I´ll make an exception. Come with me." He said standing up and I followed him.

I walked into the hospital room after the doctor, and I stand beside her bed and watched her in shock. She was so beautiful, I could not believe my eyes. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She laid there completely peaceful and she did not look like she is in a coma. She looked like a sleeping angel. Ryan never mentioned that she was so beautiful. Every little thing about her was just perfect... cute little nose, beautiful lips... her slightly wavy  brown hair falls perfectly on the sides of her face. I wonder what color her eyes were. I bet they were gorgeous also.

The doctor checked a few machines that stood next to her bed and produced a beeping sound. "I´ll give you few minutes.” He said and I just nodded my head and then he left the room leaving me alone with her. I took a chair and sat on it next to her. I just sat there looking at her in silence. I was numb.

Suddenly I felt a strong need to drink, I stormed out of the hospital room straight to the elevator and then to my car and I drove to the first bar. I sat at the bar and ordered a Whiskey, I needed something strong.

"Keep it coming," I said to the bartender girl.

"Isn't it a little early for Whiskey??" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"It's not your problem." I said a little rude.

"Ok, you don't have to be rude I just take care of my customers …”

"I'm sorry .. I did not mean to be rude ... it’s just ..."

"It's not your day?" She questioned.

"It's not my day .. it’s not really my month .. actually two months ..." I said, finishing a drink in one big gulp and handed her a glass to pour another one.

"I know that feeling if it's any consolation," She said, pouring me another drink.

"Not really .. but thank you ..." I said, sipping the drink to the last drop.

After another drink I decided to go because I really didn't want to talk to her. I know her intentions were the best, but I'm not in the mood to talk. I went to the studio because I did not want to miss another day, Phil and Ari would kill me if I do that.

"What's up guys?" I said entering into the studio and looking at the Phil and Ari at the mixing desk working on some beats.

"You're late." Phil said.

"I know man.. I´m sorry, I was in the hospital."

"In hospital or in the bar?" Ari asked me turning in his chair and staring at me.

"You've been drinking?" Phil said and I just sat at the couch in front of them not saying a word.

"This early? What´s wrong with you man?" Phil asked me again.

"Chill out, what you want from me?" I said little bit annoyed with their questions.

"What I want from you? Are we working on my album or we work on yours?" Phil said looking at me like he is annoyed with me.

" Ryan didn’t tell you what happened?"

"Yes, but he did not go into details." Ari said.

"Well .. this girl.. she is in a coma." I said, rubbing my forehead and adjusting my hat.

"Oh man, I didn't know .. I'm so sorry ..." Phil said giving me comforting look.

"It´s ok bro..." I said.

"Is she going to be ok?" Ari asked worried.

"I don't know man... I don't know... doctor said she can be like this for years or she can wake up tomorrow.. They don't know anything and I don't know anything.. this thing sucks..." I said leaning back in the couch and looking at the ceiling.

"So... will you be able to work on any new songs or do you want to go home...?" Phil asked me.

"I think I will make it, let´s go guys... let´s make a new hit..." I said standing up and grabbing my guitar.