“You can see him now.” The same doctor gave us her best comforting smile. “He’s in Room 212 on the second floor. We’re keeping him overnight just for observation. We didn’t find anything of concern with the test results. And he’s feeling much better now.”
“Did you give him something?” I asked because he was dying … it sounded like he was literally dying at his condo and when they loaded him into the ambulance. That wasn’t nothing. That wasn’t something that should have come back negative in testing.
“No.” She rubbed her lips together and shrugged. SHRUGGED!
“So you don’t know what was wrong with him?” I asked with heavy incredulity in my words.
She shook her head. “Not at this point.” Really, kudos to her for being honest and not giving us some made-up bullshit generic answer. But how could she not know?
“Let’s focus on the fact that he’s feeling better.” Ling took my hand and kissed the back of it.
I knew I’d be a much different mother than her—the kind that freaked out over cuts and scrapes, the kind that grabbed doctors and shook them while yelling, “How can you not know? It’s your job to know!”
When we got to Ronin’s room, he was sitting up in bed. And fuck me if he wasn’t wearing that same eerily calm but slightly worried smile. It must have been genetic.
I stayed back, waiting for Ling to run to his bed and embrace him with a deep sigh of relief. She didn’t. Maybe she was waiting for me to have my turn. I didn’t question it any further. I simply threw myself at him, burying my face in his neck.
“Oh my god … I was so scared.”
He hugged me with weak arms, which told me something was wrong with him. “I’m fine, baby. I’m fine.”
“But …” I pulled back, shaking my head. “You weren’t fine. You were in terrible pain. I heard you. I saw you. That wasn’t nothing. They have to keep looking. Something is—”
“Evie, Evie, Evie …” He pressed his palms to my cheeks and smiled as I blinked back my tears. “It was probably just a migraine. I’m fine.”
I covered his hands with mine. “A migraine? That …” I eased my head side to side, eyes squinted. “Do you get migraines?”
He never mentioned them before. And I’d never had one that I knew of—maybe a bad headache with an illness or too much stress, but not a migraine. I’d heard they could be painful, debilitating, and scary. But … Ronin was a strong man. I was supposed to believe the death scene that played out at his condo was a migraine?
“Not often.” He gave me a half shrug, releasing my face.
Why was everyone shrugging like it was no big deal? I wanted to scream. Just remembering what happened at his condo had my heart racing again and my breaths quickening.
“You need to rest for a few days. No work.” Ling sidled up to him on the other side of the bed, taking his hand.
I made a mental note to get on my computer and search up migraines as soon as I got home. If that was all it was, why did he need to rest for a few days?
“I shouldn’t have let you leave the restaurant,” Graham said to Ronin.
Lila hugged Graham’s arm, comforting him. We didn’t get to see vulnerable, guilt-ridden Graham all that often.
“It wasn’t your fault. I honestly didn’t realize how bad I felt until I got home.”
“You saved that man’s life.” Graham shook his head slowly as if he had nothing but admiration for what Ronin did.
Ronin and his parents exchanged a look. I narrowed my eyes at him. When he returned his attention to me, the look vanished.
“I’m a paramedic. It’s my job.” A slight smile turned up his lips.
No more shrugs. No more weak smiles. Everyone needed to stop pretending what happened was no big deal.
“Surely they gave you something for the migraine,” I said.
“No. It uh … went away just as quickly as it came on. By the time they finished running tests, it had eased up. Now, I’m just a little tired.”
“We’ll let you rest.” Victor, who had been very quiet through this whole thing, finally spoke up.
“Rest, Ronin.” Ling kissed him on the cheek and left the room with Victor.
“Let us know if you need anything.” Lila gave him a hug.
“Thank you. Maybe take Evelyn to dinner. Get her a glass of wine.”
They chuckled.
I didn’t see the humor. I hadn’t overreacted. Why was everyone downplaying and completely dismissing what happened just hours earlier?
“We’ll take care of her.” Graham reassured Ronin.
“Can I have a minute?” I gave Lila and Graham a tight smile.
“Graham and I will meet you downstairs. Take your time.” Lila took my hand and gave it a quick, reassuring squeeze.
I waited until they left the room, keeping my back to Ronin a few more seconds after the door closed. With my scattered emotions, frazzled nerves, and racing thoughts, I needed a moment, a few breaths to formulate the words I wanted to say to him.