Here is another chapter for you all! Just a side note, plaidmonster was creepily watching me as I wrote this... Anyway, enjoy and review!
Boq couldn't breathe, his lungs working overtime just to keep him breathing. He ran alongside the gurney, grasping Glinda's hand protectively. He wasn't going to leave her alone like this. She hadn't once opened her eyes on the way to the hospital and her chest wasn't moving all that much.
"I'm very sorry, Sir, but you're going to have to wait outside."
Boq barely registered the nurse's words and she had to grab his shoulder to keep him from following the surgeons through the double doors. He glared at her before taking a seat and coughing violently into his cupped hand.
"Sir, are you alright? As we understand, you were in explosion as well." The same nurse came and placed a gentle hand on his back when he bent forward. Boq didn't answer. He just kept his head in his hands, ignoring her kind words.
She helped him up and slung his arm over her shoulder as he coughed. The two stumbled through the double doors and into an empty room. The nurse helped him into a bed and handed him a cup of water from the sink.
"Your injuries don't look too severe. I don't believe that it's anything that we have to worry about." The nurse's words calmed him and he laid back against the pillow, almost spitting out his drink when he remembered.
"Glinda, my wife, she's-"
"She's fine, Master…" The woman checked the clipboard in her hand. "She's fine, Master Boq." As she said that, one of the doctors entered the room. Dr. Bennett glanced over Boq to check for any injuries and when he didn't find any, he gestured for him to get out of bed.
"Mrs. Upland's awake, if you'd like to see her." He informed him, chuckling quietly as the munchkin nearly flew out of bed in excitement. "Room 406." He added, calling at him.
Boq pushed open the door, the smile falling from his face at the sight. Glinda was even more pale than usual and her face and neck were covered in various bruises and burns. She caught his eye and then turned to face the opposite wall, ashamed of her appearance. He had fallen in love with the beautiful Glinda Upland, not the sick peasant-looking woman that she knew he saw.
Her behavior confused him and he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on her thigh comfortingly. "What's wrong?" He questioned her, attempting to get her to at least look him in the face.
"Go 'way." She told him, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Glinny, what's wrong?" By this point, Boq was terrified. Was she hurt more than he had seen or was she just angry with him for not rescuing her from the remains of the carriage? He didn't know, and frankly, he was too afraid to ask.
"Youdon'tlovemeanymore." Glinda's explanation was slurred and quick; Boq wasn't able to understand.
"For Oz's sake, Glinda, what is wrong?" He was getting fed up with her mumbling.
"You don't love me anymore!" She shouted at him, turning over to glare at him. "Did you hear me this time?"
Boq was stunned. Why in the world would she think that he didn't love her anymore? The idea was preposterous! "What do you mean?"
"You don't love me anymore because of my face. I-I have so many burns and I'm not p-pretty anymore!" Glinda burst into impromptu tears and whipped away from him.
Boq moved to sit next to her, cradling her head in his hands. "Glin, I would love you no matter what. You're still beautiful. The burns bring out your eyes." He joked, pleased when he saw a smile on her face.
"Oh, Boq, you're so silly! You know-" Glinda was cut off as the door slammed open.
"Boq, thank Oz that you're okay!"
A shrill voice rang throughout the room and a ditzy-looking blonde ran in, holding the bottoms of her exquisite dress so that she wouldn't trip over it.
"Oh my Oz, Kristina, what are you doing here?" Boq's voice was full of surprise and of anger. He had never wanted to see her face again, especially now.
"Who are you?" Glinda almost growled, glaring at him angrily.
"Who are you?" Kristina shot back, her voice just as cold.
"Kristina, this is my wife, Glinda. Glinda, this is Kristina. She's an old friend of mine." Boq explained, wanting Kristina to leave as much as the blonde did.
Kristina scoffed, very much offended. "A friend? We were certainly more than friends the other night." She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest smugly.
Glinda cerulean eyes were filled to the brim with tears that were threatening to spill over. "Oh, so you two are more than friends, huh? So this is how you repay me after all that I did just so that we could be together. You sleep with some random, ugly bitch." She emphasized that last word, more than angry. She was infuriated.
"Glinda, no, it wasn't like that!" Boq assured her, taking her hand sweetly.
"Don't you touch me!" She snapped at him, drawing her hand away quickly. Did he think that she would let him touch her after she found out about his affair?
"Boq, don't try to downgrade what we have. It was certainly like that. But I don't quite agree with your judgmental statement. I'm certainly not ugly. Well, at least not by Boq's standards. He seemed to love my body a lot." Kristina's last sentence made Glinda's breath catch in her throat. She had never known what it was like to have her heart broken. It felt like someone had ripped it out of her chest and was stomping on it.
"Get out."
Glinda's voice was pure ice. There was no sadness or anger heard.
A smirk played at Kristina's lips and she waltzed out of the room, satisfied at what she had done.
"Glin, you know that none of that is true. I never slept with her, I promise! She never even took her clothes off and neither did I!" Boq informed her, defending himself and their marriage.
"Oh, so you admit that you were with her then. Was she a good kisser, Boq?" Her voice hadn't changed; no emotion was displayed.
Boq didn't respond. He wrung his hands in nervousness –or was it shame? - and looked down at the tiled floor of the hospital room.
"Get out. I don't care if you slept with her or not. If you didn't, go take her now. You have your chance." Glinda growled at him.
"Glin, please…."
"Don't call me that. Get out."
Boq glanced back at her once in regret before closing the door behind him, leaving Glinda alone to deal with her tears and her broken heart.
The munchkin navigated through the hospital, his eyes downcast. What gave Kristina the right to barge in and ruin the only good thing in his life? Yes, he had kissed her. Yes, he had been close to sleeping with her. But he loved Glinda and Kristina was a mistake that he longed to forget.
He was almost to the front doors when two familiar voices caught his attention.
"Fiyero, I told you that I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me. I probably just have a cold or something."
"Elphaba, you don't throw up when you have a cold. Stop downplaying it. You're sick."
Boq raised his head to see Fiyero with one arm around Elphaba's waist and the other on the counter, signing them in. Elphaba caught sight of him first and waved him over.
"What are you doing here?" She inquired, her eyes slanting in suspicion.
"Glinda. Our carriage exploded and she'd like to see you." Boq's sentence wasn't very comprehensible, but Elphaba understood the gist of what he was trying to say.
"Excuse me, ma'am! What room is Glinda Upland in?" Elphaba leaned over the counter, taping the secretary on the shoulder pointedly.
A few moments passed before the woman turned to face them. "Room 406, Miss." She informed them, sending a sparing glance at Elphaba, staring in awe at the vegetable effect of her skin.
"Fae, you really do need to get checked out. You can see Glinda later." Fiyero tried to pull her away from the door but Elphaba wouldn't have it. She cracked open the door and slithered inside.
"Glin?" She asked into the air, wondering if the woman was asleep or not.
"Elphie, you came?" Glinda turned around hesitantly, secretly pleased when Elphaba didn't flinch or grimace at the sight of her singed skin.
"Of course I did. Now, why did Boq leave and why in Oz were you crying?" The green woman sat next to her friend in bed and gazed at her searchingly.
"Boq's having an affair with some random woman! Some Kristina or something like that." She sobbed, not noticing as Elphaba's face blanched.
"Glinda, there's something I need to tell you."
