We Belong Together

(XII.) Going home

"How is she?" I hear a familiar voice. "She suffer minor injuries in the ribs. Fortunately nothing is broken, it was just a hard hit. There is no internal bleeding," I hear an unfamiliar woman's voice. I open my eyes and the strong light interrupts me. I raise my hand and cover my eyes. "Tina, sweetheart," he takes my other hand and kisses me. I look at him. It's Jorge. "What happened?" I ask weakly. "The car hit you. How do you feel?"
Right. Now I remember.
"Okay," I say and rise upright but I get hurt: "Oh!"
"Rest, please."
"I don't want to be here. Doctor, when can I go home?"
"If everything will be okay, tomorrow morning. Let me examine you," she said and Jorge stepped back. When she ends, she leaves us alone.
"Why did you run away?" he gently asks me.
"You know why," I hiss.
"No, I don't."
"I heard your conversation with Eva. I understand everything. You're making fool out of me. I knew something is happening between you two. I am not stupid."
"What are you talking about?"
"Enough. Stop it. It's over, Jorge. When we get home, you two can be together. At least you won't need to hide."
"Tina, please."
"No, it's all right. I'll get married anyway. You don't have to worry. It's all great."
"Cristina, shut up!" he loudly said and I shut up. His beautiful eyes darkened and his face was transfixed. I haven't seen him like that.
"I really spoke to Eva. I had to talk to her. I had to tell somebody," he said and stepped away from the bed. "Tell what?" I ask quietly. "I saw Andres this morning. He was not alone," he said as he stopped in the middle of the room and looked at me. "And? I know he's in America. By business," I reply. "He was with a woman."
I shrug: "Probably with one of the tourists."
"They were holding hands and walking out of the hotel. He kissed her."
"Maybe it was not him," I say almost inaudibly. "Tina, I am sorry. It was. Nobody can miss this stupid face."
I am quiet.
"He's cheating on you," he said quietly.
"I am cheating on him, Jorge. With you."
"This is different, Cristina. He asked you to marry him. The marriage supposed to be a serious thing. The wedding has to be the most beautiful day of two people who are immensely in love and trust each other. He doesn't love you. And you don't love him. I know that."
"Maybe he will change."
He laughs: "Change? You won't marry him. There is no chance. I won't let him to make a fool out of you. You will wait for him at home while he'll having fun with others and cheating on you? So he can laugh behind your back? I won't allow this."
"I decide on my own life. Not you, not anybody else."
"Cristina..."
"Please, go. I am tired."
He's staring at me for a while.
"Fine. Rest. We'll talk about that later," he said as he turned and left the room.
I am staring into the snow-white ceiling and think.
Is it all true? Is Andres really just playing with me? Then why does he want to marry?
I am thinking until I fall asleep.

Before dinner, Laura, Miguel and Adrian visit me.
"Tina, I draw you something. I hope you're well," the boy said and smiled at me worriedly. "Thank you, Adri. I'm fine," I smiled at him and caress his head. "Adri, go with your dad to buy some cocoa," Laura said to him. When they leave, she sits to me and looks at me seriously. She knows everything.
"I am sorry," I say and look her in the eyes. "My brother loves you. He really cares about you. I haven't seen him so happy yet. It doesn't matter who are you. We don't care if you're Adrian's teacher. Miguel and I are returning home, so Jorge will no longer take care of Adri. You can be together."
I shake my head: "I have to marry."
"No, you don't have to. Not with a man who is not worthy of you."
"I have to. I am afraid..." I say with tears in my eyes. "Afraid of what?"
"He can do something to Jorge. Or Adrian."
"Don't think about it. Everything will be fine, okay?" she said and hugged me, when I cry.

Two hours after Laura's visit, when I almost fell asleep, the door opens.
"Are you sleeping?" he asks quietly. "No. I was waiting for you."
He came to me and sit on the bed: "How are you?"
"Better. I would like to apologize."
He smiles: "No, I have to apologize to you. I should tell you right away."
I shake my head: "It's okay. I know you love me. And... I love you. I won't marry. I want to be with you."
He leans to me and kisses me carefully.
"Hey, I won't break. Kiss me harder," I laugh. "You're weak," he said seriously. "No, I am not," I say and pull him closer and kiss him passionately. "I want you," I whisper, as I go through his hair. "Not here," he laughs. "Yes. Here. On that armchair," I point. "Tina, we're in the hospital."
Despite the pain in the ribs, I slowly get out of bed. I yearn for him, so I am not looking for my injury. "Come," I say, when he hesitantly walks to me. I gently push him on the armchair and open button and zipper on his jeans, then I raise my hospital gown and sit on him. I look him in the eyes and ride him. I hear someone come past the door. I smile, because it turns me on even more. We passionately kiss again and with this I disable my voice to scream with pleasure. "You're so crazy," he whispers when we both cum. "Yeah, crazy about you," I whisper back to him. I pull myself out and step back to the bed. Just when I cover myself with a blanket, a nurse enters the room. "Miss Alba, you have to take the medicine," she said and walked to me. Then she looks at the armchair: "Oh, I thought you're alone," she said quietly. "He's been sleeping for a while," I smiled and looked at him. I see that he also smiles. I bite my lip. "He was very worried about you. You can be so happy to be with him," she said when she gave me the pill. "I am," I reply and drank water. "He's one of my favorite riders, you know," she said before she leaves. "Yeah, mine too," I smile and she smiles at me: "Well, good night," she said and left.
"Huh, that was close," Jorge said and stood up as he fix his jeans. I laugh: "Mhm. Did you hear? You're one of her favorites."
"I heard it. She's cute, isn't she?"
I roll with my eyes when he laughs: "Take a sleep. We're going home tomorrow."
I nod: "Thank you for everything. Em... can you bring me some clothes?"
"Of course. I'll be here at nine."
"Okay, good night."
We kiss, then he leaves.