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No Me Ames; #03
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“Hi,” an unfamiliar voice said over the line, “I’m looking for a Helena Porter-Peabody?”
“Yes, I am her, who is this?”
“You are the spouse of Elizabeth Porter-Peabody?”
“Yes yes, what is this about?”
“I’m calling from Saint Agnes’ Hospital, I’m afraid to inform you that your wife has been involved in an accident.”
I sunk down onto the floor, tears flowing down my cheeks as the nurse continued to tell me where the hospital was located and the documents I needed to bring. The words were echoing into my ear, but yet, my brain didn’t really seem to be processing the information.
I felt as if my worst nightmare had taken on a life of it’s own.
***
“Please let her be ok,” I said, looking up briefly at the night’s sky as I drove over to Saint Agnes’ Hospital.
The reality of the situation had yet to sink in but I was trying as hard as possible to hold back my tears. I still didn’t know how serious the accident was; there was hope yet. I picked up my earpiece and dialled Alice’s number.
“Hello?”
“Al? It’s Helena,” I said, my voice quivering with emotion.
“Oh my shit, are you alright?” Alice asked, “What happened? Are you crying?”
“Gawd Alice,” I replied, unable to hold back my tears any longer, “Bette got into an accident and I’m on my way over to the hospital now.”
“I’m sorry, do you know what happened yet?”
“No, they didn’t give me any details on the phone but…I’m so worried, Al, what if…what if…”
“Hels, calm down alright? You still don’t know for sure if anything happened to her, it might not be as serious as you think.”
“I can’t live without her, Alice, I’m serious, I don’t know if I can…”
“Take a deep breath,” Alice said calmly, “Do you need me to go down to the hospital?”
“No no,” I replied, wiping my tears away, “It’s late. Anyway, I just reached the place…”
“Will you call me and let me know?”
“Yea, I’ll give you a ring later,” I replied, grateful for my best friend’s kind words, “Thanks Al.”
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Hello Cuzzie… Donning my Armor… don’t you worry my precious cuzzie I am here to protect you… stands guard at the gate ever vigilant… “My home seemed empty and lifeless without Bette’s presence. My footsteps echoed through the empty house as I walked into our bedroom.” it is passages like this that makes me take a step back and realize that not am I only reading something from my Cuz… but something truly wonderful from a truly gifted artist… your words evoke so much emotions… so many thoughts… the subject matter you have broached is something so very powerful and so very strong… I can only hope that their was enough time for the air and oxygen within to kill the virus before it passed between them… but all is not lost… they can still have a life together… one just as full as the next… sometimes these are only new beginnings… “Hope is like a bird that senses dawn and carefully starts to sing while it is still dark.” – Author unknown you are an incredible and brave soul… and I want you to know you have my love and soul always… you are my rock always and forever… love and hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels and your ever loving and ever proud Cuzzie)
*gasp*
This definitely was not what I was expecting! I’m relieved she’s not hurt any worse but I have a feeling their is much more to this plot that will be unfolding in the future. Your writing continues to dazzle me – more soon I hope!
Gurl!!!Slicky-Eunicky-Chicki-Wicky-you sure know how to rob happiness
I was reading this story on my phone at work and all I could say afterwards was, wow! I look forward to reading more.
I hereby crown thee “Heartbreak Queen”~~! :) Wuzz U :P
Most people knows how it transmitted air and oxygen doe kill the germs. lets hope that Bette just pulls trrough and live a long happy life. Keep Helena well,being the caretaker can be hard and maybe a new mother as well, thanks
Wow! That was a twist that I wasn’t expecting. Although I suddenly remembered the ending of the music video of the song. I don’t thik it won’t end like that in here. :)Oh and when I saw Bette’s hospital room number I had to figure out why those numbers were so familiar. Then I remembered that that is also condo unit number. 329, what a coincidence! :D
Oh s**t! I really didn’t expect that one. I’m still a lttle shocked by this. But still loved it nevertheless. Great update by the way!
You never seize to amaze me do you?All this worry and Bette’s health can not be good on the baby process this early in the game.I mean whats going to happen, Bette seems to be taking this all pretty well all considering or is she harbouring all her pain. And trying to be strong for the both of them knowing how vulnerable Helena is feeling.I will not punish you for your change in dynamics I will infact just embrace it.As you are free to write what you want a change the balance every now and again. I find this weird both of us are xploring in depth situations that are current in the world.And sometimes are overlooked and can not be determined to go unheard.We have some weird kind of melodical thinking at times in our similarities.Nice job on this chapter I cannot wait to read some more…Love always C.x
OMG euni what are you going to put our girs through? You really love draa and angst do you, you little drama queen you :). I still think it hasn’t all sunk in to Bette yet because of the medication she’s got. I hope nothing will go wrong with the baby (that is if Hell’s is pregnant of course). Please don’t let the get hurt too badly????
Dang E, you really got us here it was a complete shock to read about the HIV and me thinking she was going to get amnesia,,lol. You have done a great job here witht his strory,
A collective wow was the sound heard around the world…this is a very important and sensitive issue so glad to see you taking it on…so for the time being you don’t have to run for cover, but you’re on a perilously slippery slope my dear…LOL…looking forward to the next post.