143 He Got Hurt For Me

When I arrived at the hospital, the paramedics wheeled Frade into the operating room. A nurse handed me Frade's blood-stained coat and told me I needed to tell Frade's family to come to the hospital as soon as possible. Before I could ask the nurse about Frade's injuries, the door of the operating room closed.

I watched as the red emergency light lit up outside the operating room and the coat I was holding nearly fell to the floor. The phone rang sharply and vibrated in his coat pocket, which made my mind immediately clear. I reached into the pocket and took out my phone.

It was Mia, and I hesitated for two minutes before answering. The moment the call went through, I heard Mia's sweet voice.

“Honey, I'm back at the hotel, but you're not here.”

“This is Eva.”

“Eva?” Mia's tone quickly turned hostile. “Why do you have Frade's phone? Why are you together?”

“Frade is hurt. He's in the hospital right now,” I said, taking two seconds to calm myself down. “I think you should come. I have so