At least Yuri seemed comfortable with the change of scenery. He smiled at the nurse and nodded when she asked him anything. She let him do his work with her with complete submission. She didn't look scared, nor did she seem worried in the least. Again... trust . How much she trusted herself. It was so calm in there that Marc was about to believe that nothing really was happening.
The echo of footsteps and a powerful voice interrupted that brief moment of peace.
“Here you are. They have given us the wrong room number. Useless bastards.
Marc stood up as soon as Moore entered the room. He checked his watch out of the corner of his eye, after associating the feminine shoes that were on his heels with Yuri's mother. Not even twenty minutes had passed since he made the call. At most, twenty”five.
Looking away from his wristwatch, he realized that Moore had stopped in the middle of the room and was looking at him with a grimace.
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A guy like that couldn't arouse those kinds of feelings. He was a worthy rival in this respect; Marc would never take a step in the opposite direction if the other took it forward, neither out of consideration nor for momentum, and Caleb never backed down. But that day it was convenient to keep the distances for what could happen. It had become pretty clear that Caleb was one of those guys who, when they were sad or disappointed, would get mad so it wouldn't show. And she didn't want to be the focus of his rage. However, he did not want to sit in the other corner and spend hours alone. The truth was that Marc was afraid of living the waiting room experience without someone by his side, even if it was his archenemy and his jaw was throbbing because of him. What did it matter if he was a bit aggressive and unpleasant. It seemed so much better than his destructive memories, which, as timely as ever, had come back to keep him company. Plus she found it amusing how easy i
"Well, less me," Natsumi chimed in, blowing into her glass and discreetly looking at Caleb's frown, "but I should go back to Yuri." I had just come to tell you that... Thank you for this,' he added, picking up the tea. “You are welcome. And he sounded pissed off, like he was annoyed that I was polite. Marc was about to laugh, but he resisted until Natsumi had disappeared from the waiting room and they were alone. Then, he shook his head again and sighed. “What's wrong with you, that you're so melancholic and an asshole? Moore snapped. "Are you in love with both sisters, or just with Mio?" Moore didn't move. The paper had been studied so well that he did not seem even mortified by the discovery. Not surprised either. He wore his usual stone”splitting expression, enhanced by two arched dark eyebrows. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," Marc continued, placing a hand on his chest. You can be sincere. “What more do you want
Marc wanted to get his arm off of her, stand up and show that he was okay doing anything stupid. Unfortunately, it would not be very credible.“The feeling of not being able to do anything, just wait, is very unpleasant. At least in this case I don't need a miracle… You should go to the office. Yuri is very well wrapped. He doesn't need you."But you do."“Do not be ridiculous. “Got up”. I'll see how he is.Jesse gave a resigned smile, which meant you don't need an excuse to run away from this, although I won't deny that you're letting me down. Marc also disappointed himself by moving away from what, even in those days, hurt him. He had the consolation of knowing what he was up to by going to Yuri's room. If she was awake, maybe it was time to talk. His wounds would never be as open as they were that morning, and it was better to let go while they were still bleeding.Caleb was sitting next to the bed. There was no si
“The patient is not very well,” he admitted, “but it is not serious. We'll need to keep her under observation for a few hours, to see how she progresses. They have given him drugs that were not working for the problem he had and it has gotten worse. While it wears off and with proper intervention, I'd say you'll see improvement in about forty”eight hours, at the latest."When will he wake up?" the mother inquired.“I couldn't tell her that anymore, but in her condition it would be better not to wake her. The pain you must be feeling must be excruciating while conscious.Her stomach clenched at that. Unbearable pain that perhaps he could have prevented by taking her directly to his hospital, and not some unknown and random one. But he was supposed to have a headache. His head ached and nothing else. It would have made more sense in terms of symptoms to have been detected with a brain tumor than to have been hooked up to the dialysis
The pain was so intense that it dragged her inexorably and in the worst way into unconsciousness, even as she struggled to stay awake. Yuri felt as if she had been beaten. His body was a focus of excruciating pain.“At last! exclaimed a tearful female voice. How do you feel? Does it hurt a lot? The doctor said that you would need medication for that, but that you weren't sick anymore...Yuri blinked a few times before focusing her eyes. His sister was sitting next to him, clutching his hand with her maddening enthusiasm. The one that sometimes hurt. Without going any further, at that moment, his grip was about to break her bones. She tried asking him to loosen up a bit, but as soon as she glanced around the room and saw only Caleb in the easy chair, fast asleep, that was her last concern.Through the haze of her drug”affected thoughts and whatever had been done to her, she sensed that something was missing here."Where's Mark?" he muttered thr
But he didn't say anything. He started the car and followed the directions to where Yuri pointed. The journey was silent, except for the melody on the stereo, which was playing a record by The Beatles. From time to time she would throw glances that wanted to say "what's wrong? and why so quiet?", but he didn't turn around or stop the car. He looked stiff, tired, in pain... With dark circles reaching to his shoes, despite having managed to sleep a bit.Caleb parked in front of the boardwalk. He turned off the engine. He took off his belt. And he stared at the motionless windshield, as paralyzed as the Audi. Yuri interceded for him, knowing that when he got like this it was because the urge to scream was killing him and he couldn't do it without incentive."One of these days all that excessive worry of yours is going to kill you," he said softly.She wanted to accompany him with a smile when she saw that he smiled, but the gesture was a trap. The corners of her li
Yuri was reviewing the plans for the current day when she came across a sticker. A circular and pink sticker, which meant that it was before a day of particular importance. A special day. And it didn't sound like she had put it there.He got up from his chair in Marc's office without taking his eyes off the point. Was it a relative's birthday? An anniversary? I never used those stickers for the days to come, because I couldn't predict when it would be memorable; he saved them for bedtime, after a good time.Someone had to have put it there. That someone could be either Caleb, or Mio, or Marc, the only ones who knew the custom of stickers. Since Cal didn't touch his schedule and Natsumi was on her own, there was only one possible answer.She left the office that Marc had at home”and which she had taken over”to look for him. It was Sunday, and that meant "no work," even though Marc sometimes put it through his lining.That day he had respected t
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