"Hello, is Jon Cozart here?"
The receptionist raised an eyebrow, pausing in her typing.
"What is your relationship with the patient, sir?"
My heart soared. He was here!
"I'm Thomas Sanders, he's my boyfriend. Please, can you tell me his current condition?"
She hesitated for a moment, and I saw her look me over, her gaze extremely sympathetic.
Her eyes flashed to something on her desk, and she sighed softly, before tapping on her computer.
"Mr. Cozart is currently in critical condition. He's under surgery right now, and he was brought in with several second degree burns, numerous broken ribs, a broken leg, multiple gashes, and some metal pieces embedded in his flesh. He came in an coma, but if he wakes up within the next week, his survival rate is very high."
I wanted to kiss her, I was so happy.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" I had begun to cry again without noticing, but I didn't care.
The lady smiled kindly at me, passing me a box of tissues. I gratefully accepted one, wiping away the tears tracks.
"Now, I'm technically not allowed to tell that to anyone except for immediate family members, so don't let this slip." Her gaze was still warm as it looked between Leo (who's presence I had forgotten in my daze) and I.
"Of course, ma'am. Thank you so much for your help," I responded, and Leo responded with a similar sentiment.
"You can go sit in the waiting room on the third floor, in the South Wing. If they ask why you're there, show them these badges. We only use these under very certain circumstances, so I don't recommend losing them. Due to the nature of this whole situation, no one should say anything about it, but I still wouldn't go waving them around."
She handed us two laminated slips of paper, and I clipped the metal part onto one of my belt loops, thanking her once more, before Leo and I rushed to the waiting room.
