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“I … I have to go.”
“Are you going where you’re supposed to?”
“Yes,” I answered, almost choking on the word.
“Do you think it’s a good idea for you to drive now?”
As much as I appreciated Luca’s concern, I shook my head. “Forget it. I’m never letting you drive my car.”
“It was worth a try,” he said, shrugging and grinning widely.
“See you!” Finally, my body responded as I wanted. I felt unstoppable, running down the stairs and out to the parking lot.
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Hector
With my phone to my ear, I ran into the emergency room, hoping Viktoria would answer my call. But she didn’t. Not even after I had tried to reach her at least seven times from the car on the way here.
Is she trying to punish me?
“Can I help you?” a nurse asked, blocking my path.
“I’m looking for my wife. Viktoria Lando,” I replied as I scanned the hallways for her.
“Please wait outside. She’s with a patient right now.”
A dark blue curtain opened, and Viktoria came out of one of the patient rooms. She was wearing a protective mask and, like all the staff, dressed entirely in white. I recognized her immediately by her brown curls.
“Vicky!”
I called out loudly enough to catch her attention, and she looked up at me with a puzzled expression. After quickly giving some instructions to her colleague, she pulled down her mask and came over to me.
“Hector, what …?” It was impossible for me to answer her unspoken question. But judging by the way she pursed her lips, she probably knew why I was there. “Come with me,” she said, gesturing for me to follow. “I’ve moved him. He urgently needs rest; he’s barely slept over the past few days.”
The worst fears were spinning in my head, yet I couldn’t bring myself to ask a single question.
What happened?
How is he?
Why did he do this?
Maybe it would be better to ask Nico directly instead of Viktoria. It was odd enough that I followed her in a daze, taking the elevator to the third floor and being guided to the end of a corridor where a woman in a ponytail was jotting down notes on an iPad.
“That’s the psychologist,” Viktoria whispered to me.
“Psycho…” My voice failed me.
“In such cases, it’s common for the psychological service to speak with the patients.”
As we approached, the psychologist glanced up from her iPad. “Hello, Viktoria.”
“Hello, Anna. Are you done? Or are you just going in?”
“I was just about to go in,” she said. “Is that okay?”
