Love Story of an Engaged Boxer

Will He Be Okay?

Marcus was supposed to be released from the hospital today. But when I woke up this morning he wasn't breathing. "Ma'am, I think he will be just fine. Maybe just a slip up of there was anything that could have made him stressed or upset last night, that is what triggered it." Cole came back into the hospital and stared at me. "So do we have no chance? Don't you want to be with me Skye? I thought long and hard about how to answer this question. "No, I love Marcus and he loves me. More than you will ever be able to love me. Okay." Cole looked into my eyes and kissed my head. "Okay Skye." Then he walked out of the hospital quickly. "Skye, oh my gosh. I am so sorry I couldn't be here sooner. Is he okay?" It was Karen, she was working late last night and the night before. She ran towards me and hugged me. "Yeah, I think he's alright. I mean we won't know until he is out of the exam room. He passed out this morning. He completely stopped breathing." Karen hugged me again. "You know you don't always have to be the hero Skye, it's okay to break down and be emotional. Sometimes it a good thing. A lot of things have happened to you and your just strong about it all the time." I smerked and grabbed her hand. We sat there in the waiting room for hours waiting. We talked about college and mg wrestling career. "If Marcus is seriously hurt. And he needs to be in here for a while. I will stop wrestling. It can wait." Karen insisted I continue therapy and get stronger but.. I refused to allow her to take care of my fiancé for me when she has a life to live. So we just sat and waited. It was like two years ago but this time I'm with Karen. I'm not waiting on her. I'm waiting on Marcus. I'm waiting on my love. Not my best friend. But it's still hard, difficult, almost impossible to not think for the worst.