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forty two

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Antonio reached Hôpital Général in a few minutes as he took a bus to reach their quickly. He was slightly nervous, but more ecstatic as he was about to see the boy who had captivated and stolen Jacqueline's heart.

If he turns out to be half the man that he's shown himself as, then I must try my best to bring them together. I will move mountains for that, even if that seems impossible.

He entered the building and made way towards the front desk where a young girl was sitting, typing on the computer. Once he reached her, he greeted her.

"Salut," he said, making the girl look at her. "Je suis ici pour voir, Francis Wright."

"Quelle relation as-tu avec elle?" She questioned professionally.

What relation do I have with him? Well, this is bad. . .

"Nothing," he shook his head and then corrected himself, "Rien."

Lying would've gotten me nowhere anyways.

"I speak English," the girl smiled and said. "And I am sorry, if you have no connection with him at all, you can't visit him. Sorry."

"Look. . . Marriane," he looked at her name tag and started as he put his hand on the table. "A dear friend of mine with agoraphobia asked me to check on him as you know that she can't see him himself. Francis is in a very critical critical and she won't stop until you let me see him. Please."

The receptionist shook her head. "Even if you're telling the truth, the hospital's policy doesn't allow that," Antonio sighed as he retrieved his hand. "But, I'll let you go seeing as you're very desperate. Not again."

Antonio breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me."

Well, lying got you here. So. . .

"He's in room 214, third floor, sixth room," she informed him, glancing back at the computer.

Antonio nodded and walked towards the respected room where Francis was. He had told him before that his classmates were gone out as he didn't want them to stay here because of his injury. So it was only him and one of his close friends, Marcus.

That would do.

In a few minutes of passing through people and bearing the awful smell, something he wasn't used to, he had reached Francis' ward room. It was like all the other rooms there, but there was a boy sitting outside. He ignored him and went in front of the door.

"Excusez- my," the boy said, getting up. "Oh man, I still can't pronounce the words right. Freaking great."

Antonio turned around and laughed. "It's Excusez- moi and you're lucky, I speak English. Fluent English."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. "Isn't that just great? Thank god."

"So what did you want to say?"

"You can't go in. The doctors are checking up on Francis. You know, the daily checkup," He told him, sitting back down on the chair. "Who might you be anyways? I'm-"

"Marcus," Antonio completed, figuring instantly that he was Francis' friend. "I'm. . ." well, I'm her servant technically. "Well, you must be aware that Francis talks to a girl, yeah?"

"You're her father?" Marcus asked in a harsh tone.

"No," he shook his head, annoyed by the fact that he considered her that. "I'm her servant, but she prefers to call me as hee friend. I secretly came to meet Francis upon my own wish since he is leaving in a few days."

"Oh, I see," he nodded. "Well, you're welcome to join me. He'll be a while."

"Sure," Antonio sat on the seat next to Marcus.

"So does she know?"

"She doesn't," he answered. "I told her that I'm going to see a woman. And of course, she believed me, seeing as the last time I went on a proper date with a woman was a few months ago."

"Wow," Marcus said in disbelief. "We could not keep our hands of off the french ladies here. Quite the women they are, I tell you."

"And Francis?" Antonio probed, looking at him. "Did he jump on every woman here?"

Marcus laughed. "Quite the opposite actually. He kept on claiming that he he's seeing someone and when they used to inquire about 'her' he didn't show us or even tell about her. Now only I know who 'she' is."

That proves that he's loyal. Maybe his love for her is real after all.

The ward room door opened just then and a doctor came out. He pointed towards the door.

"You can go in now," he said. "But make sure that he has to rest after a while."

"Sure," Marcus said and looked at Antonio. "Well, why don't you go in first, yeah? I'll swing by later."

Well, here goes nothing.

Antonio thanked him and got up. He made towards the door and opened it instantly. The sight that greeted him shook him completely.

He gasped and closed the door.

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