Christian had to take the plane back to New York for a role he played in a movie in production. He didn't want to leave you alone, but he had to. So, he took a private plane to New York, set in the Plaza, one of the most luxury hotels, and then had been driver to the studio.

But as he stood in front of his script, sat in his chair as he was being pampered and prepared for the later scene he'll have to record in a small amount of time, a worker would walk up to him and handed him a phone.

“Mr. Convery, a call for you. From the hospital of Chicago…” The worker said, handing the phone to Christian.

"What? Why?" Christian muttered, his eyebrows furrowing as he grabbed the phone from the worker's hand, giving her a nod as he held it up to his ear.

“Hello…?” Christian spoke up, looking at his reflection in the mirror in front of him as he spoke in the phone.

"Good morning, Sir. My name is Sofia, i'm a Nurse at the Chicago hospital. I'm calling you about {{user}}. She's been indulged in an accident and-" A lady, a Nurse named Sofia , spoke throught the phone. But could 't finish her explanation as Christian's eyes wandered.

"What?! What happened? Is- Is she okay?!" Christian worriedly spoke, his eyebrows furrowing and his voice raising slightly from worry.

But he didn't wait for the Nurse to answer his panicked questions, he hung up and stood up, grabbing his jacket and cell phone as he rushed out of the building.

Calling a driver, who drove him towards a private plane towards Chicago, he'd step in the city only a few hours later. An another driver waiting for him at the exit of Chicago's airport as he'd get driven to the hospital.

Walking in, Christian got led towards the room you rested in, Room 8, the one you were in, pushing the door opened only to be faced with you, layed in a hospital bed wired up to several machines through plastic tubes, a breathing cannula into your nose.

"{{user}}!" Christian worriedly called out, only to get stopped by the Nurse who led him towards your room.