Page 102 of Love in Fine Print
He held up his hand, indicating for me to wait. I hadn’t even noticed that he was on the phone. I looked around again for Trevor. A woman walked by in scrubs. I moved to stand in front of her. “My wife. Olivia Bradshaw was brought in.”
She shook her head and stepped around me. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any information for you.”
My eyes searched the room frantically, hoping to find someone who could tell me what was happening, but for an emergency room, no one seemed to have any sense of urgency. Even the people waiting to be seen were just calmly seated in chairs.
I pulled out my phone to call Trevor, or to call Olivia’s phone since Trevor had it when I heard my name.
“Ben.” I turned around and saw Trevor standing behind me holding a cup of coffee.
“Where is she? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a relative, so no one will tell me anything.”
Fuck. I turned back around and saw that the man behind the desk was off the phone. “Olivia Bradshaw was brought here. I need to see her.”
“And you are?”
“I’m her husband.”
He began typing on his computer. “She’s here. Let me see if it’s okay for you to go back.”
“I need to see her now!” I slammed my hands on the desk.
The man behind the desk was not fazed by my outburst. He just picked up the phone casually as he turned back to his computer screen.
I’d seen movies where people freaked out because their loved ones were in the hospital, and no one would tell them anything. I’d always thought they were being dramatic. Turns out, they weren’t being dramatic enough. I’d never felt this level of desperation, this level of anxiety before in my life. I would do anything to know she was okay, give anything to make sure she was.
“She just finished the blood transfusion and is being admitted. You can go up to the fourth floor and see her once they get her in a room.”
“Blood transfusion? Why did she need a blood transfusion?”
“A doctor will speak to you after she’s admitted.”
The phone rang and the man who’d given me some answers, but not enough, picked up the call.
Without speaking, Trevor and I both headed to the elevators. When we got in, I asked, “How long has she been here?”
“About nine hours.”
“Nine hours?!”
“I kept calling you, but you didn’t answer, so I tried on Olivia’s phone.”
I pulled out my phone and saw I had fifteen missed calls from Trevor.
“Shit. I crashed out on the couch. I stayed up all night at the airport trying to get on a flight to get home.” I put my phone away as the doors opened. “Why would she need a blood transfusion? What’s going on?”
Trevor shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Is she sick?” I asked, then felt like an idiot. Of course, she’s sick. She was just admitted to the hospital after getting a blood transfusion.
Trevor shook his head. “I don’t know.”
I took a step toward him and stopped just a few inches from his face. “Trevor, she’s my wife. If she’s sick, I have the right to know.”
He didn’t flinch. “Look, if she hadtold me and didn’t want you to know, I would not tell you. But honestly, she hasn’t said a thing. I’ve noticed that she’s been tired lately, but I just thought it was because you two haven’t been getting much sleep.”
Fuck. Was this my fault? Had my insatiable appetite for her caused her to get sick?
