“Give way” doctor ordered as Ivan was wheeled down the hallway into surgery. Tears pumping down Rufi’s eyes she fell to the wall crying her eyes out.
How could this happen?
Today of all day?
A day that was suppose to mark their happy beginning?
Her hand hurts, badly, her wrist might be broken. It doesn’t matter. Physical pain she could handle but to loose Ivan?
“Ivan please fight for me” she wailed “please don’t leave me here.
“Rufi?” Callie whispered as she dropped beside her.
“I’m sorry!” Rufi cried. This is her fault. She brought him bad luck.
“Shush!” she hugged her “Ivan wouldn’t want you like this, you have to be strong for him, for Ana-Blaire …… for you"
How could she be strong when the source of her strength was fighting for his life at that moment.
She tried to move but ended up applying pressure on her wrist “ouch!”
“What’s that” Callie reached for her hand
“It’s nothing”
“Let me see" she insisted
She examined the arm taking notice that it was inflamed and swollen “you broke your wrist”.
“It doesn’t matter” she tried to pull away
“No way” Callie pulled her up and handed her over to a nurse.
She came out of the examination room an hour later with her left arm in a cast.
She went back to her previous position in front of the glass door and resumed her crying.
She should be the one in there not Ivan. She was bad luck but she tried to believe otherwise but now the only man who truly loves her was loosing his life.
“Madam” nurse called her, she looked up at the nurse and saw the sympathy there.
All that would not be happening if she had accepted her bad fate and stayed away from Ivan, she looked away from the nurse.
The nurse crotched before her “he needs you to be strong, to fight for him” they looked into each others eyes for so long “I’m sure he feels your pain, don’t make this harder for him, please, be strong." She patted her hand and stood up “you might need to change your dress”.
Rufi looked at her ruined wedding gown and fresh tears poured down her eyes. She cried until her eyes were too weak to cry anymore her once white dress now looked pink from Ivan’s blood and her tears. She looked at her side and there sat Ana-Blaire crying too.
“Baby!” she gathered her into her arms as fresh tears rolled down her eyes.
The both stayed there getting comfort from each other.
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“The family of Ivan Martinez?” the doctor said as he got out of surgery.
Everyone including Rufi rushed forward "How was it?”
Where is he?” Rufi said after Callie.
The doctor remained quiet. Everyone became invisible or maybe they disappeared because Rufi saw only the doctor.
“Where is Ivan?” her voice shock.
“Ma’am we did all we could given the complexity of the surgery. Ivan is a fighter, he fought. I’m sorry but we lost him. “Ivan is dead”.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Martinez” the doctor sympathized
“No!” she gasped “no, no, Ivan, no”
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