way up • stephen curry [au]

xlvi. patient wardell curry

Arzaya

I couldn't think straight.

How could I possibly think straight?

My anxiety was eating me alive and I feel like any second they might as well bring me to the ER because of heart attack.

I hastily dashed inside the hospital, not caring whether I looked like a crazy woman as I ran inside.

HOW COULD I THINK STRAIGHT?

The love of my life was in danger, possibly on the verge of dying, and I couldn't fúcking keep it together. I was going to breakdown.

"Stephen Curry, please," I begged at the nurse's desk.

She looked into her files and I tapped on the desk impatiently. "Ma'am, he's in the Intensive Care Unit. Left wing. May I know your name, please?"

"Arzaya Austin," was the last thing I said before I ran off.

Please be okay, Steph. Please hang on.

Tears were forming my eyes as I took each step closer to the ICU. My mind was going into swirls of possibilities, thinking about how worse he might have had it or if I'd actually get to talk to him again.

Will I be able to tell him what he had to hear?

Will everything go back to the way it used to be?

By the time I reached the ICU by the left wing, my chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. My heart was beating wild and unsteady. I immediately rushed inside but I was stopped by a nurse.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. This is the ICU. We only allow two people per room."

Bullshít. "Look, I have to see someone. It's really urgent. They told me he's in here."

"May I know who it is, ma'am?"

I gulped, feeling my heart weaken as time passed. "Wardell Stephen Curry II. Can you tell me where he's admitted?"

"Oh." She looked at me in confusion. "Ma'am, he's... They transferred him to a regular room. Room 402, but he's—"

I don't how I managed to keep running while I tried to keep my tears in, but I was definitely having a harder time catching my breath. I just had to bear it for a while until I finally see him.

And when I did reach room 402, I felt as if my movements slowed down. I clutched the knob and opened the door slowly feeling my heart tremble with fear.

I was a little surprised to see the room more crowded than I expected. Our friends were there circling the hospital bed. From one corner, Devin was holding D'Angelo. Dlo even turned his face away and covered his mouth.

Then Shay noticed me. She was holding Klay who had a bandage on his arm. Dray, on the other hand, was on a wheelchair. The two boys seemed to be in a good condition despite having a few bruises here and there.

And then my eyes landed on Steph.

He was on the hospital bed, fully unconscious and his head covered in thick bandages, his nose and mouth covered supported by a breather. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sight of him at his most fragile state. It was silent in the room and the only thing we could hear was the sound of his heart rate.