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"V what are you doing here?" The hot doctor spoke. I turn around in my seat, attempting to find who he was talking to me. I am the only one here.

I point to myself. "Me? Are you talking to me?" I question him, and myself.

"Si que estas haciendo aqui?" He says as he points to me. "No lo se?" I reply. Wait, I know Spanish?

Yes, what are you doing here?                                               I Don't Know?

"What do you mean you don't know? Where are your clothes?" He asks me as he leads me to a room. " "Que te ha pasado?"  His face covered in concern.

              What happened to you?

"I don't know? I don't know who I am? O donde estoy." I answer him as I sit on the hospital bed.

                                                                              Or where I am.

"Your name is Venus, Venus Velazquez." He says to me slowly as he hooks me up, reading my blood pressure, after setting down some hospital clothes on the bed next to me. Venus? Who names their kid Venus? "Que edad tengo?"

                                                    How old am I?

"You're 23, we are in Finacial District, Manhattan." He takes my vitals and checks my head as he sees my constantly rubbing my forehead. " Sus organos vitales estan bien, pero parece que tiene una fractura esqueletica." He says calmly, concern still on his face.

Your vitals are fine, but it seems that you have a skeletal fracture.

My eyes almost pop out of my head. "QUE?! Voy a esta bien?"

                                                                           What?! Am I going to be okay?

He lightly chuckles, am I being too dramatic? I think not! 

"Yes, you will be fine Mi amor. Don't worry. Yo te cuidare." He says to me as he lightly rubs my cheek.

                                        My love.                                     I will take care of you. 

"Tengo otra pregunta." I was avoiding the eye contact he desperately tried to obtain.

I have another question.  

He nodded kindly, understanding my uncomfortable situation.  "Cualquier cosa que necesites."

                                                                                                                                            Anything you need

"Who are you?" I finally asked the question I wanted to ask since he approached me in the waiting room.

"Soy tu esposo" 

I'm your husband.


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