Back where I Belong

Getting there

Lucia's pov---

I woke up with a strange sensation in my mouth.
My eyes fluttered open and I looked down to see a tube protruding in my mouth. it was very uncomfortable.
I began to panic. I feel uncomfortable with this tube in my mouth. if only I didn't freak out at Sergio I could be home. well not home, at Sergio's house.
Why did I even freak out at him, he was only trying to help.
I guess I was just embarrassed because I looked so bad, so weak and helpless. I spilled the soup all over me. I embarrassed myself in front of him but I shouldn't have yelled, he was only being nice to me for once.

Your useless

His words rung in my ears. I looked down at my frail body in the hospital bed. he was right, I was useless.

I clicked the nurse button and she came in a few minutes later smiling at me.
"Get this tube out" i wasn't sure if she could understand me or not because my words were gargled because of the tube.
She shook her head at me, clearly not understanding.
I motioned my hands for a pen and paper and she rushed out to get me one.
She came back in and handed me the pen and paper and I scribbled down on it.
'Take the tube out now'
She nodded.
"Let me talk to dr Shepherd" she gave me a small smile to which I rolled my eyes and walked out.
Soon enough my American doctor walked in with his clip board.
"We can't take the tube out until you start eating lucia."
I rolled my eyes. clearly annoyed at this doctor treating me like a child.
I scribbled another note on the paper.
'Take the tube out and I will eat' he sighed at me and wrote something down on his clipboard while walking over to a cupboard near my bed.
He pulled out a syringe and a little vile full of clear liquid.
He filled the syringe an walked over to me.
"See you in a few hours" I felt a sharp sting in my upper arm and soon everything got blurry and I closed my eyes.
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3 days later
Sergio's pov--
The game ended 5-1 and I had even scored. my 50th goal, making me one of the highest scoring defenders in la liga.
It felt amazing, me and the team were going off to celebrate at a club in downtown Madrid.
I had put on a black Ralph Lauren shirt and some khakis and I was currently putting on some Hugo boss cologne when my phone buzzed with a message from my manager.

Mr.david: sergio, Lucia is being admitted out of the hospital now and you need to make a public appearance with her. go pick her up and show her off, no clubbing since she is weak, maybe a walk or dinner?

I groaned loudly and called him.

"Sorry mr Davis, I'm going clubbing with the boys tonight, I'll get someone to pick her up for me" I sighed into my phone.

"No Sergio, you are picking her up and you are going to have a quiet night in. You have put her through quite a bit and you both need rest. besides, if you went clubbing your bad image would come back and you would probably get angry and punch someone again and I don't want to have to cover up for that or pay off any more media" his voice was rising and I groaned loudly, slamming my fist against my desk.
"Listen I want to go out--"
he cut me off before I could finish.
"No Sergio you listen, the last time you went clubbing you punched marc bartra in the face and I had to face his managers wrath, and then you brought Lucia home and fucked her so you got yourself in this mess and I'm trying to help you, so you are going to pick Lucia up and have a quiet night in, is that understood?" clearly my manger and I got quite aggravated at each other quite often.
I groaned in defeat and hung up.
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I pulled in the hospital drive to see Lucia sitting outside on a wheel chair, dressed in a plain white top and some yoga pants. I'll even admit she looked better. some of her color was back and she looked like she had more meat on her bones but she was still sickly looking.

Lucia pov---

To be honest I was hoping Sergio would fight his manager and maybe I could get someone else to pick me up. I actually had a few people in mind, I missed my friend Mes and If he didn't pick me up, I could have called Marc because he was due an explanation.