Flashback (Calvin Harris)

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I stare at the display panel on the opposite side of the corridor. 

Wednesday
11:56AM

Wednesday already.
The third day I'm sitting here, waiting.
Waiting without any change.
Waiting without any further information.

"Mr Wiles is not awake yet, we're sorry!" is the only reply I've gotten the past days. The worst part is that I haven't been allowed to see him yet since he's in critical condition and due to protection against all sorts of bacteria or germs he's been put under quarantine. I take out the book I brought and continue reading.

The next time I lift my eye half an hour has passed and I decide to head to the hospital buttery for lunch. After finishing another watery soup, not really different from the ones I had for lunch the past days, I make my way back upstairs to the intensive care station.

Back in the waiting area I sit down again and try to close my eyes for a while. The only silence I've experienced the past days were calm moments before the storm.

Whenever I close my eyes Sunday night flashes past my inner eye. At night it's even worse - only nightmares - which are the reason that I don't get sleep lately. I'm exhausted and I don't know how long I'll be able to carry on that way.

I open my eyes again before a flashback has the chance to start and take out my phone. Many people heard the news and I have several missed calls and unread messages. I haven't really talked to anyone yet. Only Adam's relatives and closest friends get updated via daily phone calls.

Adam's parents aren't able to handle a long flight to come here due to their health condition. His siblings are still discussing with their employers to get a short time break so they can come but until then I'm the only one coming to the hospital every day. I'm glad they let me though since I'm only his girlfriend and thus not even a real family member.

Emil and Cristina, who are living with us, are informed as well and have also directly planned to fly to Las Vegas to support me but I rejected. "Someone has to take care of Roy" is what I told them but I actually just don't feel capable to be in company yet. So I prefer to stay the only one here for as long as possible. My thoughts just won't give me a single quiet moment and I cannot imagine to have a proper conversation or to handle the pity of anybody. I don't want pity.

That's why I decide to delay my replies to all the worried texts I've got once again. I'm just not strong enough to explain what happened and that to people I haven't talked to in ages – I don't need their false sympathy. Most of them are most likely only curious anyway. I barely trust anyone these days...My life is completely out of control.

Eventually I open my WhatsApp chat with Wes who's been with me on Sunday, escorted me back to the hotel with Dillon, organised my further stay there and a rental car so I could get to the hospital easily. He has texted me every day ever since, asking for news and about how I feel – also today.

Hey, did u get some sleep?
I'll keep my fingers crossed that u finally get good news today!!!
U can call me anytime in case you need sth.
Take care

It's so cute that he cares that much and I know he would've even stayed in Vegas if he wouldn't be touring right now. Same applies to Dillon. The two of them are currently playing some "Diplon B2B" shows on the east coast.

Hey!
Still no news but thank u so much for caring
I haven't really slept...the nightmares won't stop but dw I'll be ok
How's the east? U guys r playin Boston tonight, right?

I type in return and hit SEND. Against my expectation he replies within a few seconds:

The east is lit haha.
I really enjoy the weather and the shows have been massive so far!
n Yeaaah, Boston is next, we're playing at 11:30 – livestream's available in case you can't sleep ;) Check the link in my IG bio

Smirking and happy about the distraction I type a reply.
We keep on chatting for a while until Wes has to leave the hotel for a few first show preparations. I let him send Dillon my regards and then turn off my phone.