Lend Me Your Boyfriend

Chapter 24

I had kissed, Tonny had kissed me. And then he got in there to get Rita. And there I was, in a waiting room with a filthy coffee and cold hands, looking soot on my fingers as he held it. He is trying to understand what was going through my head at that time. Tonny had kissed me, and when he did, the rest of the world ceased to exist. His head was a mess, and to explode from one moment to another. Tonny had kissed me, which meant that Noah was right. But Tonny never said anything, or not even hinted. He had behaved like a newcomer to the city boy, eager to make friends, and willing to help when someone needed it. And I, not knowing what to do or say when she returned to see him, because he had a heavy heart, because of the woman whose news expected in that agonizing waiting room. He did not have to think about anything but Rita, in your state, that was, yes. Ugh, I took a deep breath and tried to focus my thoughts for the millionth time.

- Maria?.-

Raise the head, and there was Teresa's niece Rita.

- Oh, Teresa -

- You know something.-

- No not yet.-

The girl was probably not much older than myself, but his eyes had the expression of a lost child in a mall. Large, frightened and on the verge of tears. I grabbed her hands as she sat beside me, trying to calm her, and me at the same time. We stayed there another 20 minutes until someone came into the waiting room.

- Relatives of Margarita Arenal?.-

- Here.-

Teresa stood up like a spring, crawled up beside her.

- Margarita is awake and stable. It has a broken left leg, we plastering. He inhaled enough smoke, so it will happen tonight in observation.-

- Can we go see her?.-

- Of course, a nurse will indicate the place.-

We cross the rooms, up to the bed on which rested Rita. Well, relax. What could a woman of 50 years with a plastered leg from ankle to groin almost with a noisy machine plugged into oxygen in the small and uncomfortable mattress mask a hospital bed. No, rest would be impossible.

- Aunt Rita, how are you?.-

- In the glory, what do you think?.-

- Yes, I know, obviously as you are, Aunt Rita.-

- What are you doing still here?.-

- I wanted to see how you were before I.-

- Well, you've seen me, I'm fine. Well, I'll be in a few minutes, when the sedative they have given me, send me to sleep for 5 to 6 hours.-

- Yes, you're fine. If you can protest with that energy, you certainly sent home soon.-

- For that, Teresa, honey, I'll sleep for a few hours, so it's foolish to stay with me tonight. But you can bring Mary to his home. It has the face of need to sleep much or more than I.-

- Do not worry about me, I'll sleep all you need tomorrow, umm, well, by my watch, will be today.-

- Do you see?. Tere, take her now, and then you spend to pick me up in the morning.-

- At your orders, Sergeant.-

Rita began to yawn, and Teresa took the opportunity to kiss her before letting me do this to me.

- Well, well, leave you hugs, and kisses, and go to sleep.-

I think before we left the room, Rita was already asleep.

- Could you take the social center?, I left the car parked there.-

- Well of course.-

When I got home, it was 6 in the morning. I gave thanks for having had the lucidity have changed the night shift by one in the afternoon that day. Sometimes I worked head. Although I knew that would have to compensate my partner with another turn, I did not care. After the fire, she had no body to go to work that night, but was physically fit to do so.

Tonny's bike was not in the garage, which is normal, because his shift ended at 8 am. Would his work always well?. Surely. You do not stop to think about how dangerous it is the job of a firefighter, until you see it with your own eyes. Up to my room, and I got into the shower. I had to remove the smell of smoke that had permeated every pore of my skin. When I left, I was sure I had both red skin rubbing, and yet still had that smell stuck in my nose. I took the clothes, and went down to the clothing room. He had to put a wash before it was impossible to recover. When I left there, I saw a familiar figure leaning against the kitchen island. He was wearing only pajama bottoms, leaving a muscular back into view. He had seen in countless ways before, but this time, float made my stomach. What could I tell?. He had saved Rita, he was my hero, and he had kissed me. But why he had the feeling that Noah was watching us?. I could hear his voice whispering in my ear, "I told you I knew."