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Leticia
Anurse enters the room and I take the opportunity to ask her how long I’ve been here.
“Ten days,” she smiles and then pats my hand.
Nearly two weeks!
I can’t believe that I’m missing one week of my life, and I don’t remember a thing.
Diego comes back into the room. He went to the bathroom, it seems, and he’s back by my side again. Every time the doctor or nurse enters the room, he’s asking about my progress. It’s comforting to see him concerned about me, but the only thing I want to do is go home.
“Diego, quiero irme a casa1,” I sigh.
I tell him as he stands over with a watchful eye. He has brought in a doctor from his holiday in Hawaii just to get a second opinion on my condition. Diego has stubble and is far from his normal clean-shaven self, his eyes are red-rimmed and he’s wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Two things that I was pretty sure he never possessed. It’s as if me being in the hospital is putting a strain on him. I don’t want to be a burden to him, especially as he made it clear that I’m not the one he wants.
He strokes my hair, and then he says, “Soon. The doctor says that seeing as you’re no longer on the drip, that maybe you can go back to the suite tomorrow.”
I can’t talk to anyone apart from him, or the hospital staff, because my new phone was destroyed at the club or I could have left it in the limo before we got to the club. Either way, I don’t have a phone.
I don’t want to go to the suite. I just want to go back to Cobeña to my room with Enrique Iglesias photos on the wall, where written at the bottom of each poster is Leticia Iglesias. Yeah, I was convinced that he would come to my small village in Spain and see me, and we would live happily ever after andbailando2the night away.
When I was younger I had a pretty vivid imagination and now I’m older, the only thing I want to do is just settle with a normal life.
I sit up, to prove to him that I’m more than capable of getting out of here and being back home.
He fluffs some pillows behind me, and then as if on cue, his contact comes to the door. His dark eyes avoid mine as I stare at him.
“Why does he do that? Why does he behave that way?”
“Who?” Diego asks, avoiding the direction I’m looking at and pretending his contact wasn’t once standing there and has now left.
“My associate?”
“Yes!” I cross my arms, annoyed with the way he’s treating me.
“He needs to speak to me, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Before I can say another word, he’s fluffing my pillows again and out of the door. I don’t like his contact because he gives me the creeps, even if he did rescue me that night.
What did really happen that night?
I have some bits of it in my head, but not all of it. It’s as if the moment I mention Hiroshi a dark cloud appears in Diego’s eyes. Almost as if to say that I don’t want to know the answer to my questions.
I do.
I really do.
It’s bad enough not having a phone and not being able to communicate with anyone such as Cristina, mi abuela, or my parents. The only person’s face that I’ve seen for weeks is Diego and I have no sense of time and it’s driving me mad. All the things I usually take for granted seem to annoy me right now.
I’m late everywhere I go, but I always look at the clock on the wall, wondering what I could be doing at this time in Spain. Then, I ask for the date, I’ve lost ten days of my life in this hospital, time that I’ll never get back, and the only thing I worry about is what I could be doing.
A wave of panic takes over me as I start to wonder if maybe this is it for me. I’m only twenty-four and the idea of what to do with the rest of my life felt unimportant until now.
“So, what did he want?” I ask as Diego enters the room. Boredom has me asking him questions all the time. Questions that at times he doesn’t want to answer and then he says what he always does.
