Let Us Go Then (HIDDLESWORTH)

Stress

             Tom

,,We are here" I said. I rushed to the parking slot. I looked at him. His eyes lost the light. His cheeks were wet from tears. His hands were shaking. He left. I closed the car doors and rushed out.

It took me some time to find him. He was next to a tree. I slowly came to him. I didn't have a clue what he is doing. When I was few steps from him I found the answer. He was throwing up. He looks at me. Only for a second. Without a word I hold his hair. It is long enough to fall in front of his mouth.

He seems worthless like this. Like a little lost puppy. I would like to hold him forever. I feel move.

It would be accurate if I say he ran away from me.

,,Chris!" He was back at the car. ,,You okay?" I was worried about him. ,,Yes sure" he pops out. He is holding a box.
Anxiety. This is written on the box.

Chris looks at me. ,,In case you are wondering I see you do" He giggled. ,,This happens to me so many times. Nearly before every race" ,,Really?" I didn't know this. ,,Yes"

I watch his hands. He took out a pill and throw it down his throat. ,,Ready to go" he has that small soft smile.

As we walk to the hospital enter, Chris took out box of cigarettes from his back pocket. ,,No" I said, took the box from him. ,,Tom" he looks like a sad puppy. ,,It is not good for you" ,,You know what reduce stress except cigarettes?" He smiles at me. ,,Bananas?" Oh, that sounds dumb. He laughs. ,,No"

He came closer to me. Holds my hands. ,,Kiss" in the second he said it he kissed me. Our lips met. I could feel his fear. Through the kiss I tried to tell him everything. That it is going to be okay. Michelle will be okay. That he doesn't have to be afraid. That I love him.

He pulls away. In a need of oxygen. ,,You see, I am calm now" his smile is killing me. We enter the hospital.

,,Good evening. I am here to look for my daughter. Michelle Rose Hemsworth" he said to the lady at reception. ,,Room 95. Take the lift to third floor" ,,Thanks" he smiles.

There is a song playing in the lift. Sad, slow piano music. I have the urge to hold Chris's hand. My surprise was that he did it. He holds my hand. I saw on him that he is stressed.

,,Here is it" We were standing in front of room 92. There was already written her name. ,,Chris, everything that will happen when we enter, we can do it. Together yeah?" ,,Sure. Promise me you will stay with me through all this" ,,Anything for you Chris" I softly smile.

,,Can you-" I turn to Chris. ,,Yes?" I ask. ,,Can you hold my hand? I am not ready to walk there. And also I don't want to throw up here" he said with laugh. Without a word I came to him and hold his hand. We entered.

There was a light. It was quite big room. With a window, own bathroom, closet and a single big bed. There was little girl. With blond curly hair messy around her. Closed eyes. Her little body was covered in blanket. There were plastic tubes coming from her little arms.

Chris sat on her bed. He takes her hand in to his. A door opens. There is a doctor.

,,Good evening Mr.Hemsworth" he tooks his glasses of and looks at me ,,Mr.Hiddleston?" ,,Good evening"

,,She is okay. The bullet was taken out.  She will stay here for two weeks. It was like a magic. The bullet was in her thight" Doctor smiled and left.

I looked at Chris. He was still holding her hand. In a minute doctor was back. ,,Also Mr.Hemsworth, I need you to sign some papers. Mr.Hiddleston can stay here and call us when she gets up" ,,Sure"

I sat on a small chair. She was looking like her dad. I thought about things that happened. I had sex with Chris. 2 and half hour ago we were giggling and kissing in the back of his car. In the same car we arrived at the hospital. How things changed? Also the kiss. He kissed me cause he was stressed. He is having anxiety. I didn't know he throws up before every race. Poor him. Throw up nearly every week! I would like him to stop his job. Everything would be better! Everything would be-

,,Tom?" Little girl voice breaks my mind. ,,Michelle. Chris!!! She is up!" ,,Where is Daddy?" She asks. ,,Don't be afraid princess, he is here" I took her hand. ,,I want a burger" she said. ,,What?" ,,I didn't finish my burger at the restaurant I am hungry" I laughed. She is just like her Father. Optimism.

,,I have something for you" she took something from her jeans pocket. ,,Here" she placed it on my hand. It is a red heart with my name. ,,Oh, thank you sweetie but why?" I was bit confused. ,,In kindergarten we were doing hearts for members of our family. Daddy said that you are a part of our family" ,,Did he?" I had tears in my eyes. It was the cutest thing I ever heard.

,,Michelle!!" Chris rans to her. She is in his arms. He is huging her. Also kissing her. When he let her down on her bed, she gives him his heart.

,,I also made one for Tom" ,,Good girl" he plays with her hair and smiles at me. ,,Do you want to play cards?" I don't know where he took them but we were playing cards. As family. Family where I belong.

,,While she is asleep we can go home for her toys" Chris stood up. I looked last time at her and we left.

,,I am driving!" He quickly runs to the car. I can't love him less.