Where the hell was that idiot?
Svana furrowed her brow, glancing at the clock. What the hell? That idiot was suppose be back an hour ago. Moron probably got distracted after practice. Well fine. Whatever. She didn't care. She got up, going over to her phone the second she heard it ring. It was Mathias! I-I mean... good! It was the idiot! Now she would bitch him out. "Idiot, where the hell are you?" She demanded in Norwegian.
"Ah... excuse me?" An unknown voice asked in English. "Is this Svana? You're number was the last one in the call history." One of the only names in the call history, to be precise.
"Oh... yes, this is Svana. I'm sorry, who is this?" She asked, switching to English.
"Hello Svana, this is Doctor James Knightly, I work at the hosptial."
She blinked. "Has something happened?"
"Ah, it regards Mathias Køhler... he's in the hospital. There was an accident with the tube."
"What? Is he okay? Can I come pick him up?" She asked. She was confused. The hospital? An accident? She gripped the counter, waiting for a response.
"He's in surgery right now. There's been some internal bleeding as well as a sprained ankle. He was conscious moments after being found before passing out."
"I'm coming over." She declared, already moving to put on her shoes and grabbing her purse, opening the door.
"You won't be able to come in."
"I don't care. I'll be over." She said. "Is there anything I should bring?"
"I don't think that will be necessary at the moment."
"Thank you for calling, I'll be right over." She said before hanging up, grabbing the keys to his car before leaving the apartment. She drove to the hospital, going in and to the reception and asking for the doctor she had spoken to. He found her, explaining the situation once again. She sat down and listened, assuring him that she'd stay here until he was out of surgery, at least. Svana did leave later on to go outside to call Arthur. "Arthur, I won't be in for the next couple of days."
"What? You have an interview tomorrow." He frowned.
"I know, and I'm sorry. Can you please get Richard to cover for me? There's been a medical emergency."
"Like what? Are you in the hospital?"
"No, I'm not. Mathias is. And as stupid and cheesy as this sounds, I'm the closest thing he has to family here and I can't just leave him here. Please? Send me any report by mail and I can get it done for you."
Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, hesistating before he finally spoke. "Okay. I'll get him to cover you and I'll send you another report. Finish it up and email it to me as soon as you can, and let me know how he's doing. This is only because you've done what I've asked without questions or sass." Which was his Arthur-like way of saying yes and that she could take all the time needed.
"Thank you. I'll have it for you soon enough." She sighed in relief just as Dr. Knightly came out and signaled that she could come in. "I need to go and see how he's doing."
"Okay. Keep me posted." He nodded before hanging up.
She nodded, hanging up before going in. "How is he?"
"He's stable. We've stopped the bleeding and taken care of his ankle. He's unconscious at the moment." He explained as they walked. "We have his clothes and belongings in a bag in his room."
"Okay. I can take them home. I'm his roommate. Can I see him?" She asked, glancing up at him.
"I'm afraid not. He's stable, but we're going to keep him here. There maybe be more bleeding. He injured his head as well, and there is a possiblity for potential brain damage."
If there were any other situation, she would've made a comment about brain damage and Mathias. "I understand." No, she didn't. She wanted to see him and stay with him to make sure he was alright! God damn hospitals!
"We'd just like to keep him here for a night to see if there are any other problems." He assured, noting her expression. "I'll go get his things for you." He said, going to grab a duffle bag and a plastic bag, passing them to her and assuring that is anything happened, she would be informed and that she could see him the next day during visiting hours.
Svana made her way back, going into the apartment, placing his duffle bag and the plastic bag down before sitting on the couch. It was too quiet here without him. There was always some form of background noise when he was around. Usually him talking. She opened the plastic bag, seeing bloody clothing before pulling out his phone and turning it on, noting the background was a picture of him and her. He had insisted that they take a picture together outside Big Ben when he had first showed her around the city, and wouldn't let up until she agreed. She bit her lip, feeling her eyes water before attempting to blink them away.
She set the phone down, taking out his wallet and placing it down on the coffee table, as well as anything else in his pockets. She sniffed, taking his clothing and going to his room to grab his laundry before going down to clean it. She swallowed a lump forming in her throat. You can't start crying, he's fine, Svana. She assured herself, blowing out a breath.
She was still worried, barely sleeping and holding her phone within reach.
Just in case.
She arrived early the next day, being directed and allowed into his room this time. She walked in, closing the door before looking over at him, walking slowly up to the bed. He was still out of it, surrounded by machines and hooked up. He had a scrub on, but she could see bandages peeking through, as well as some on his arms. His lower body was covered with a blanket, and she was sure his ankle was already wrapped up and tended to.
She took a chair and pulled it closer, setting her laptop case down by her feet. She took in the sight, reaching to take his hand and automatically assuming he'd just... wake up and pull her into a hug, assure her was fine and that she was stupid for worrying so much over him. She scooched closer to his bed, rubbing her thumb over his hand as she looked at him, noting the bandages on his head as well.
"You idiot." She mumbled, leaning over to brush some hair from his forehead. "You're making me worry over you. I'm not even going into work, you know. You always tease me about being married to my work."
She received no response.
She sighed, propping her elbows on the bed, holding his hand still as she glanced at him. "Come on, Mat. Please wake up."
No response.
