Page 94 of Heartfelt Pain
I frown as he gets out. “Is this part of your bodyguard platinum package?” That’s a ritzy service if it comes with his own doctor.
It turns out, though, that’s not quite the case. Even at seven in the morning, the ER lobby is full. Trevino speaks quietly to the front desk before leading me to a chair.
“I can do that.”
He’s already filling out paperwork.
“You don’t even know all that.”
He angles the clipboard so I can see that he does in fact know how to answer the questionnaire.
“How do you know all that?” I demand to know.
He keeps filling it out.
“I could’ve done it,” I argue for no reason.
“Here, fill out the rest then.”
I’m clutching my wrist and don’t feel inclined to try to write. He smirks, the pen moving across the paper as he finishes filling it out.
I close my eyes, trying to find my inner peace instead of crying at every prick of pain.
The strategy works for a good ten minutes but then I pick my head up. My phone is right on top when I open my bag.
Ren: I hurt my wrist.
Ren: Trevino made me go to the hospital.
I’m not sure why there’s an urge to send this status update to Roma. But pain does funny things to a person. Makes them crave comfort in the only places they can.
Roma: Where? I’ll come.
Ren: No.
Ren: It’s okay. It’s silly.
Roma: Did you break it?
Ren: I doubt it. I think it’s for insurance reasons on his end of things. He doesn’t want to be liable for damages you know.
“Are you serious?” Trevino mutters.
Roma: Are you in pain?
Like you wouldn’t believe.
Ren: I cancelled my meetings.
Roma: Can I come over tonight?
I told Trevino to keep him out of the building last night. I thought I might spend the time reading for book club, but I ended up going straight to bed. I woke up at three in the morning, tired and alone.
I texted him because there’s this sick part of me that wants a person. Someone to hold me. But I hang on to my personal space for just a little longer.
Ren: No. I’m okay.
Ren: Trevino already agreed to make me mac and cheese
