My Love Journey's
Still Doing Good's

Exactly as I expected. It wasn't until Paul's four days in Spain, the first of the hundreds that would follow later, was on the cover of a sprawling gossip magazine.

...'Paul Klug Is Dating A Sexy Spanish Model!'...

Luckily, Paul immediately explained about the photo before I exploded. He sent me a message.

From: Paul: Love, have you seen the picture? That's an edit, they used our photo while kissing in the park last time... Don't worry about anything. I love you x

***

"Bee, come on, you're gonna have to go with me to check on Mrs. Stanley."

I turned around and found Stacey walking towards me then smiling at her and nodding her head. "Okay. What's the problem this time?"

"She slipped in the bathroom and her head hit quite hard." Stacey muttered as we began to step into the hospitable old lady's treatment room.

Smile fades. "Oh. How severe?"

Stacey said Mrs. Stanley was rushed to the hospital after collapsing from a heart attack during a fall.

"He was in isolation, and very badly. Cranial fractures that affect the left brain injury, as well as his back."

"Is he conscious?" ask me again as we approach the treatment room.

"According to a temporary examination, he was in a coma. The part on the head that hit was very broad." Stacey shook her head while grimacing.

We went into the treatment room and found Mrs. Stanley was lying on the patient's bed. Based on my observations on the ECG machine, his heart rate was quite slow but regular. An infusion hose has been stuck on the back of his hand to insert drugs and intravenous fluids so that his body remains well hydrated, while in his mouth is attached a ventilator hose.

I shifted to look at his health information board and grimaced as soon as reading the brain injury he was experiencing was indeed quite severe. "Gosh, he has serious nerve damage." I muttered as I observed some notes written by the doctor who handled it.

"We should immediately take him for MRI and EEG scans" Stacey said while injecting the drug into Mrs's infusion tube. Stanley.

I gulped, and I felt sad because she had to go through this. "He won't be able to move his body when he wakes up." I muttered weakly, not believing his state to be getting worse. It was only two days that he was out of the hospital.

I put down the clipboard and approached Stacey. "Here, let me help you."

***

"Oh, fuck! I'm sorry..."

I felt a warm liquid wet the front of my uniform. With my mouth raised, I pulled my foot back one step from the person who had just hit me as I turned the corner of the hospital corridor, and realized my uniform was blackened by the coffee spill it was carrying.

"Jesus!" grunt me and raise to see who hit me.

I looked at a handsome young man, probably about a year or two younger than me, standing with a nervous expression.

"I'm really sorry" he said solemnly. "Well what's wrong with me today, my brain can't focus at all."

I sighed as I guessed maybe he had just started his studies with Dr. Grey's in this hospital. I remember the harshness of the pressure I had in the early days of my studies, like bringing Dr. coffee. Grey wherever he steps.

"Okay, it's okay" I said trying to sound calm despite actually being a little upset. "Who are you looking for?"

"Dr. Gray." He smiled, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," one soft laugh came out of my mouth. "You're very lucky..."

"Actually no, I..."

"That's a satirical sentence," I said amusedly because he had completely misinterpreted my meaning. "He's a lot friendlier now, although at the beginning you'll still be overwhelmed by it. He must have tested you as often as possible to see how far you're going."

"Oh, that's great. I can't wait for that." he said. "By the way, I'm Elliot."

"Thank you... Again, I'm sorry."

"Forget over. Everyone has had a bad day." I replied, then led him to the second floor.

"May I treat you as an apology? Tonight in Leo, maybe?" He cleared his throat, carefully holding the cup so as not to spill the remaining coffee there.

"Thank you for your offer, but I don't think it's necessary." I subtly declined. "It's not a big deal, anyway I still have a spare uniform in the dressing room."

"You sure? I wish I could get to know the other staff at this hospital" he continued. "I don't know anyone but Dr. Grey, of course. And there's no way I'm gonna ask him to hang out."

I laugh. "That's right, it's going to be a catastrophe. We'll see you here often, Elliot. No need to waste money getting to know me."

"Okay, fine then." He smiled at me.

"It's over" I stopped and returned his smile.

"thank you. I wish we could meet again."

"definitely. But be careful, yes. Don't let you spill your coffee back on my shirt." I joked. Elliot laughing. Then just before he opened the door to Dr. Grey, I'm talking again. "Oh, let me tell you... Dr. Grey loves coffee mixed milk and six blocks of sugar. And don't ever buy him black coffee, or your life's at stake."

***

To: Paul: Hey, I'm on my way to your mother's house. What are you doing? x

It has been a week since his departure for Spain. In order to make things easier for me to get through, I purposely deleted Twitter from my phone because I realized the app would only drive me crazy with a lot of rumors, photos, and various vile comments. A lot of news about Paul with women popped up in magazines, newspapers, and gossip sites, which I then could not forget.

Paul and I did their best to keep texting each other every day and chatted over the phone for a few minutes. Our distance that can be reached in two hours by plane should not be too difficult for us to meet, but with my busy time in the end of college, and the situation of Paul, who has just joined Real Madrid, certainly does not allow me to go to him or vice versa.

But still, we were able to get through it so far and it gave me a little hope.

From: Paul: Yeah, mom told me. She's so happy, love. I just got home from training for my first game with Real Madrid this week. You're where?

To: Paul: Steady. Spirit, yes! I was stopping at the gas station, looking for food. Hunger due to hurry and no time to eat dinner...

From: Paul: I hope you can calm down, love. Because you're not you when you're starving.

To: Paul: I'm different only if we're together, Paul, and you're the cause. Haha!

From: Paul: Really? Ah, I miss you more.

I smiled as I reread his last message. My heart felt tight at the thought of how difficult our relationship was. If I may, I want to argue with God and ask him to let Paul and I be together. But, I know it's impossible. He's been good enough to bring us together, the matter of how it ends, it goes back to Paul and me.

To: Paul: Ah, I miss you too ;)

From: Paul: Let me know as soon as you get to my mom's house, okay? I'll call you later.

To: Paul: Okay & I.

From: Paul: 'AUSTRALIA

While finishing the bread and coffee I bought at the gas station, I called Camille to make sure Frosty was okay. He volunteered to look after Frosty while I was at Paul's parents' house because his relationship with Aaron was destroyed for the hundredth time.

Then, I sent a message to Paul's mother and told him that it was coming soon.

To: Anne: Hi, Anne! I'll be there in twenty minutes. Oh, I brought wine!

From: Anne: Perfect!