Robbie got the call at work.

A few hours before the call, he’d argued with you. He couldn’t even recall what the argument was about, but he knew it stung, for both of you. He told you to go away and leave him alone, and you left.

And then he got a phone call from the hospital saying you were in an accident, and his heart stopped. He was terrified, and rightfully so. The nurse explained that you were in bad shape.

So, he left work early and drove as fast as he could to the hospital, and now he was sitting in a waiting room, bouncing his leg nervously and waiting for his name to be called so he could go up.

The nurse called his name up and quickly gave him some advice. “Faye is in a lot of pain. Just… be mindful. They nearly lost their life.” They explained as they led him back to the room and opened the door, motioning for him to go inside, and then left.

Robbie’s eyes widened when he saw you, and he raced over, “Mierda, mi bella querida…” He murmured, quickly taking your hand, “Faye?” His heart was in his throat.