Take My Breath Away

Sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, Carlos carefully took Debbie in his arms.

He took special care with the hand that was hooked up to an IV. Stroking her other hand, he noticed how pale her hands were. Her face was pasty white. He had never seen her so fragile. His every movement was made with extreme care, like she would break if he moved too fast or forcefully.

A tough guy, he rarely showed his feelings, much less adopt a different facial expression. But when Emmett told him that Debbie had a car accident and her car fell into the deepest river in Y City, all the blood drained from his face.

When Carlos and his men reached the accident site, Debbie's car hadn't been retrieved yet. Some professionals were working on it. The site was thronged with people, but few of them had witnessed exactly what had happened. Anxious to know how Debbie was, he told Emmett to ask around, see if anyone knew what happened to the driver. It took a long while before he found someone. They told him that the woman driving the car had been rescued and taken to the hospital.

Then Emmett checked all the hospitals nearby. It took him a bit to cut through the red tape, but that was what he was hired for. He finally found Debbie in Y City Second General Hospital.

Debbie had been asleep for quite a few hours, and had quite a few dreams to match that extended time. She remembered seeing Carlos in her dream. He told her gently that he came to get her out of that place.

A man's exasperated growl interrupted her wandering thoughts.

"Didn't you say she'd come around this morning? Do you know what time it is? 2 p.m.! Why is she still unconscious? You call yourselves doctors? I spend a ton of cash on this hospital every year. I pay you good money. And what do I get in return? A bunch of idiots! "

"Please don't worry, Mr. Huo. Mrs. Huo is only sleeping. "

"Sleeping? She's been asleep since last night! You tell me that's normal? "

"Carlos, why are you yelling? " a feeble voice scolded.

Hearing her, Emmett said to himself, 'Thank God, Mrs. Huo's finally awake. If she slept any longer, Mr. Huo would probably tear this hospital down around our ears.'

As soon as he heard Debbie's voice, Carlos' anger vanished like smoke on the wind.

He and the others all rushed to her bed. The doctors looked at her, thankful and anxious. Now they knew their jobs were safe. At the same time, they prayed Debbie would be fine so that they wouldn't get another round of sturm and drang from Carlos. Debbie was surprised to see so many doctors surrounding her. One might think she was dying or had contracted some weird and highly-contagio

her repeatedly, worry written all over his face.

He had seen how Carlos roared at those doctors when Debbie didn't wake up like he was hoping.

'Mr. Huo, clearly, you care about your wife more than anything.

Why can't you just compromise and humor her a little?' Emmett was disappointed to see two people who were obviously deeply in love hurting each other. Even though he knew one day Carlos would regret these stupid fights with Debbie, it was not his place to do or say anything. That was why he didn't, even though he wanted to. In spite of Carlos, in spite of himself, he found he liked Mrs. Huo more and more each passing day. He didn't like the way Carlos treated her, but he had to keep silent. He followed Carlos' orders and took the food away.

Debbie's mouth had been watering at the delicious smell of the gourmet food, but right now she had to watch them being taken away. So this was how Carlos punished her? So unfair!

"Emmett,"

Debbie called when Emmett reached the door.

"Yes, Mrs. Huo," Emmett responded loudly.

Debbie sat up in bed and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Of course, Mrs. Huo. Someone you want to call?" Emmett walked back with the food.

"Yeah. I want to call someone and ask her to get me out of here. I know someone doesn't want to see me here."

Emmett stole a glance at Carlos. The man's gloomy face made him hesitate.

As he was wondering if he should lend Debbie his phone, the door to the ward opened. Emmett saw the people that walked in. "Mr. Lu, Miss Song," he greeted.

Too worried to respond to Emmett's greetings, Curtis hurried to the bed. After examining Debbie carefully with his eyes, he asked anxiously, "How did this happen? How's your forehead? Still hurting? Is anything else hurting?"