Mr. Jox

Chapter 52

I rushed inside the hospital and caught sight of a calm nurse, typing into her computer. My feet couldn't transport me fast enough to be in front of her as I jumped from the entrance to her face. I calmed down on my loss of circulating oxygen treatment to eligibly talk to her. Her face was stark with confusion and urgency, as so was mine. She turned completely attentive to me, willing to aide my need.

"I need to know where Jaxon Jox is," I prompt, urgently failing to keep a steady tone.

"He's in the emergency room," She announced in a clear tone that she had to train herself to contain. "He can't accept any visitors right now. He's having surgery and is in mild condition."

"Why is he having surgery if he's in mild condition?" I peer daggers into her eyes.

She roams around on her computer, "Because he has broken ribs from the airbags, but it's ok. If you want, you can wait or come back to see him. The surgery isn't going to take long, only four hours."

I look at my phone and discovered it was going to be seven when I see him. I could wait the four hours out, but by doing what? I chose to sit and wait in the waiting room, sure that if I go home and Kevin is still hellbent on me vanishing back to California, he'd take me to the airport and put me on another flight. I sigh and looked around at the bright, motivation posters posted all over the walls. They wanted me to calm down and just pray if I was religious. I couldn't contain a sane brain to even pray; so many obscenities were swirling around my head. I want to cry and scream, but also stay presentable in the same sense to avoid getting kicked out of the waiting room. My knees wobbled and my legs hopped multiple times in a second, shaking violently as fifteen minutes to twenty minutes continued to pass. This will take forever.
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My body curled into the chair that I was perched in for four hours straight, aching from the fetus position I was in. Someone walked up to me and tapped my arm, telling me that I shouldn't sleep in the waiting room when strangers were coming through. It took a heavy anvil for them to understand that nothing or no one was going to take me away from Jaxon. I owe him too much to leave and let him know that I came to visit, illegally!

Seven was only seconds away from now and I was too exposed to finding out if he was ok. The nurse said I could visit him in four hours, so would I be able to talk to him? Would he be awake or able to hear me? I've never been in this predicament before and that makes me me nervous. I need to talk to him and make sure that we're on good terms because that's very unnerving to have him lying in the hospital without knowing I'm there for him.

Seven struck my midnight and I rushed to the nurses' station to question whether he was ok or not. She had a rough four hours since the last time I saw her and that was unsettling because what if she refused to even give me the time of her day?

"Excuse me," I politely approached her, assuming she'd better respond to manners. "Hi, I'm wondering if Jaxon Jox is opened to visitation?"

She types his name into the system to see what status he was in and the patience I lacked at the moment, reminded me of Jaxon so much. "He's fine for visitation, but only five minutes, I'm afraid."

I shrug, I'll take what I can and make the best out of it. "Can you tell me if he'll be fine- like is he talking and awake?"

"Mr. Jox is being clarified as a fighter and I wouldn't say he's awake. They put in a medicinal-induced coma, so if you wanted to still go in, by all means." She declares, shrugging.

I nod in understanding, making the choice of going in. I didn't want to wait the seven hours for nothing. I take a visitor's pass and follow the directions she instructed and silently prayed that I get benign results. I'm glad he was wearing his seatbelt if he was in mild condition.