i wait patiently at the front desk of the hospital, the best hospital in our side of barcelona, i was trying to stay underneath the radar, i was in black sweats, and a matching black hoodie, my hair down and neat, and i had a white cap on, and a big beautiful bouquet of flowers in my arm, all for you

you had gotten out of surgery about an hour ago, and i got the ok to come and visit finally, so here i am, waiting for the front desk to give me my visitor badge and tell me your room number, i murmur a soft thank you as i make my way to you, and when i enter your room, its empty except for you in your bed, with machines around you, the blinds open, snd a couch by the window, when i see you resting, i let out a soft sigh, a mix of relief and ache, i set the flowers down on a chair along with my purse and phone and hat, and i walk over to you and whisper “hola, mi amor, ¿Cómo te sientes?”