Chapter 78 Don't die
The blonde clears her throat, breaking the moment. "Madison, right? We met once."
I frown. "At the restaurant, that was you?"
"Yes." She nods, her sad eyes going back to Miguel. "We work on the same team, I'm the communication specialist."
I don't know what the hell that is, but I nod anyway.
"I don't physically go out with them on a mission, but I'm the one in his ear the whole time, keeping an eye on the movement of the enemy, that sort of thing."
" What happened to him?" I slowly trace his dark-blonde eyebrow, noticing how long his eyelashes are even though his eyelids are so swollen.
"That's classified, I can't tell you that." She wipes a tear away. " All I can tell you is that he single-handedly saved a lot of people."
I'm again reminded that there's so much of Miguel that I just don't know. He knows everything about me, but what do I know about his job except that everything is fucking classified?
"I always just thought he was like Superman, you know?" Lucille continues, sniffling softly. "He runs into burning fucking buildings, he shoots his gun without blinking his eyes, he goes into places that seem impossible to escape, yet he always does."
She gets up from the chair she was sitting on. "And he saved my life. Superman."
Superman.
Superman doesn't die, right?
The tears I tried to keep in check, falls freely from my eyes now, just imagining the type of man Miguel is who saves lives. I never even asked him why he went this route to rather become a Navy SEAL than going to university like everyone else. Or how the hell he got a law degree when he's out playing Superman.
"The doctors said there's a seventy percent chance that he may not make it." Lucille sobs. "We've lost a lot of good men, but he's the best one."
She runs out of the room, making me wonder if their relationship was just a professional one. I mean, if Simon got hurt, I would be very sad, but would I react like that?
As soon as she's out, the uniformed soldier enters, simply nodding at me.
Why does he need security twenty-four-seven? Did someone say something about Ben, or is it for another reason?
I pull the chair closer to sit down, and take his hand in mine. It's warm, I think that's a good sign. His arm looks unscathed, so I run my hand over the muscled planes, just like I did when we were having sex.
"You have to get better." It feels stupid talking to him like this, but I've seen in movies it helps. "You better not die on me. On us. If you die, Raul might have to quit playing football, because how can you play without your best friend?"
I thread my fingers through his, squeezing his hand. This is the same hand that would pin me down to force to take his cock.
I take a look at the soldier standing by the door, but he's just standing there looking at the wall. What the hell?
I lean over to whisper in his ear again. "Where am I going to find someone to fuck me the way you do? If you don't want someone else fucking me, you better wake up."
That used to anger him, the idea that I would sleep with someone else. It still felt like I cheated that one night that Ben filmed. I haven't even told him about that.
There are just so many things we haven't had the chance to talk about yet.
T.J. opens the door and sticks his head inside. "Madz, we have to go."
I don't want to. I want to stay here, and talk to him until he gets better, but I know that's not possible.
I kiss him softly on the forehead.
"I have to go now, but I will be back as soon as I get a chance." I kiss his bare shoulder, wishing I was in the other side so I can kiss the tattoo, then he would know it was me.
I reluctantly leave the room, but I can see the nervousness in Raul's eyes and the intensity in T.J.'s.
"The Cargills are on their way back." Raul explains. "Lucille is tracking them, I will let you know when you can come back."
T.J raises his eyebrows sarcastically. "Seeing that she's not even supposed to be here, I will determine if it will be possible for her to come back, or not."
I shut my mouth, and nod. I hate it, but T.J. is right. I am putting myself in danger by being here at the same time as the rest of the Cargills. And I really have no desire to see Ben. Or his horrid mother at that.
But when we leave the hospital, it feels like I'm leaving something very important of myself behind,something that I need to breathe.
Like he said, T.J. got us rooms at a hotel very close by, and we just walked over.
"Can I see him at least once more?" I ask when we get to my room. "Please?"
T.J. studies me like he's trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my mind.
"Madz." He frowns. "Are you in love with Miguel?"