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They’d asked me to ride in the same ambulance as Michael to the hospital so they could check me out thoroughly. I’d wanted to leave right then. I should have left right then. But how could I until I knew that Michael was really okay? So, I had agreed.
Michael had flitted in and out of consciousness, and each time he was lucid, he’d ask for me. He’d gripped my hand and not let go even when he’d lost consciousness. It was only when we arrived at the hospital and they had had to wheel him to the operating theatre that I had managed to disentangle my fingers from his.
Seb and Christian had arrived then, along with Massimo and Antonio. Christian had insisted that I have myself checked out. I had refused, wanting to stay and wait for news of Michael, but my protest fell on deaf ears.
Within minutes, I was being ushered into an examination room. Just as I had changed out of my bloodied clothes and into a hospital gown, a doctor had arrived. He’d already accessed my records via the National Health Service system that the hospital had access to, so of course, there had been no escape. He’d known about my heart condition, and that’s what had prompted this conversation.
I set my jaw as I scowl at him. "My condition is stable," I insist.
"Only if you completed your course of medication, and only if you manage your condition properly."
"That’s exactly what I did."
"Hmm," he purses his lips, "your records indicate that you started the course of medication prescribed by your specialist, but you missed your last appointment, and you also did not complete the course."
Shit.My cheeks flush.
"Also, judging by your current condition," he glances at my blood splattered clothes, "I assume the latter is not something that you are adhering to either."
Gah! Why do I feel like a student who is pulled up in front of the class for something I’ve done wrong? I fold my arms around my waist.
"Well, Mrs. Sovrano," the doctor murmurs, "I take it from your silence that I am right on both counts."
"Yeah, yeah," I sniff, "so what do you propose I do now?"
"I propose that I complete your check up, then restart you on your medication."
"Okay."
"Also, I am going to have to insist that you come in for your next check-up, in two weeks."
I nod.
"And," he murmurs, "you need to try not to excite yourself too much. At least, until your blood pressure and heart rate are back to normal."
I open my mouth to speak, and he arches an eyebrow, "And even after that, you need to ensure that you don’t overexert yourself physically."
I snort.
"This is not a joke, Mrs. Sovrano." He frowns, "We are talking about your heart here."
"My heart is lying in the other room getting operated on," I burst out.
His features soften, "The doctors are doing everything possible for your husband."
I startle. "What do you mean by that."
He holds up his hands, "Just that he is in safe hands. The best surgeons in the country are taking care of him right now."
I swallow.
"He’d probably rest better if he knew that you are taking care of yourself too," the doctor offers.
I lower my chin to my chest and blow out a breath. "Look, I have no wish to die young, okay?" I swallow, then glance away, "It’s just, sometimes I want to live a normal life. I don’t want my condition to be a constant worry. I want to experience all of the highs and lows of being alive. Hell, I am barely in my twenties and I want to have first-hand knowledge of everything life can offer, you know?"
"And you will," he gives me a small smile, "provided you take your medication and your vitals return to normal. And even after that, you need to take care of yourself."
"Which I am very good at, I assure you."
