(Pilar's POV):
Nobody likes being told what to do. Especially my sister, Isa.
Yet in this case, I wish I had done so. So I could save my sister from all this pain.
All those years that he disappeared were very difficult for me, and for my family. We couldn't find her until Uncle Charlie told us where she was and why. Even so, my fear that something had happened to her and she was suffering alone tortured me constantly, Sergio had to talk me out of boarding a plane many times just to go check on her and the kids.
I knew that that boy while out with her friends that he was no good. Not because he was a foreigner, but because of how possessive he became of her soon after they met. She lost many friends after they became a couple and she couldn't see it. Even when we all warned her about him. It worried me to no end, not just them being together but how he might treat her when they were alone.
I knew something wasn't right with him. I could feel it in my being that this guy was just trying to hurt her. Especially after she told us everything that she had been through these past ten years.
Now the only thing stopping me from getting on a plane and finding and killing that asshole and his bitch, is my sister.
Especially after all this shit, after all the lies they spewed. They practically destroyed her life and reputation.
"¿Qué está pasando por esa hermosa mente tuya, amor?" Sergio asked, hugging me from behind. (What is going through that beautiful mind of yours, love?)
I leaned back into his chest, before answering with a sigh, "Mi hermana."I replied, softly. (My sister)
"Hmm." He replied in understanding.
As we waited for the doctor to come out to tell us how my sister is.
"Como esta Isa?" Another voice enters the waiting room. (How is Isa doing?)
We both turned to find Cris standing in the doorway with his son and a small teddy bear in his hands.
"Aún no tenemos ningún noticia de su estado." I heard Sergio reply as I turned away to wipe my face with my hands. (We still don't have any news of her condition.)
"Espero que ella esté bien. Me siento muy mal por lo que pasó antes." Cris replied, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. (I hope that she's okay. I feel really bad for what happened earlier.)
Before either of us could answer him, the doctor walked in asking for the family of Isabella Swan, to which we automatically rushed towards him.
"Doctor, como esta mi hermana?" I anxiously asked as Sergio pulled me back slightly, into a firm embrace. (Doctor, how is my sister?)
"Tiene una conmoción cerebral, tuvimos que coser el corte con el que entró, pero aparte de eso, debería estar bien. Necesita tomárselo con calma durante unos días, de lo contrario, volverá a terminar aquí." The doctor explained. (She has a concussion, we had to sew the cut he came in with, but other than that he should be fine. She needs to take it easy for a few days, otherwise it will end up here again.)
"¿Qué? ¿Cómo? ¿Qué pasará si no se lo toma con calma?" I asked, (What? How? What will happen if she doesn't take it easy?)
"Los resultados de la resonancia magnética mostraron que había tenido un accidente anterior. Trauma de la cabeza." He began to explain. (The results of the MRI scan showed that he had had a previous accident. Head trauma.)
"¿Qué? Pero mi hermana nunca ha tenido un accidente antes ... ¿Hay alguna forma de que los escaneos puedan ser incorrectos?" I asked frowning. (What? But my sister has never had an accident before ... Is there any way the scans could be wrong?)
The doctor shook his head at us, as he pulled out the scans to show us. "Si miran en esta zona?" He asked us. "Eso es la lesión antigua. ¿Ven esto en esta zona? Eso es la conmoción cerebral." He explained. (If you look at this area?/That is the old injury. Do you see this in this area? That's the concussion.)
"¿Hay algo que podamos hacer para evitar que mi hermana tenga otros problemas de salud?" I asked, concerned. (Is there anything we can do to prevent my sister from having any further health problems?)
"El problema es que es una lesión más antigua, con esto junto con la conmoción cerebral pueden surgir problemas graves. No sabremos que pasará hasta que despierte." The doctor explained to us. (The problem is its an older injury, with this along with the concussion can cause serious problems to arise. We won't know what will happen until she wakes up.)
He was about to say something else when something began to ring noisily in his pocket. "Ya vuelvo en un momento." He said ,before walking out of the room. (I'll be back in a moment.)
I could feel my shoulders tense as I watched the doctor walk out of the room.
It took all of my strength to not follow him out of the room and go looking for my sister.
I felt a hand gently touch my face as I closed my eyes, "Todo va a estar bien, mi amor. Resolveremos esto. Te lo prometo." (Everything is going to be fine, my love. We will figure this out. I promise you.)
Not even his words calmed as I thought of my sister. Good God, just what in the hell happened while she was in England?