“Donny. Where’s Donny Stanbridge?” I yell at the receptionist. She jumps at my outburst but quickly turns to look hastily through papers.
“Are you a relative?” She pauses before telling me the room.
“Wife.” I say.
“Ah yes. He's in surgery at the moment. He’ll be out in a few hours.” The woman read from the paper and clicked something on the computer in front of her.
“Hours?” I squeal.
“He was very badly injured. The doctors also found he was suffering from Graves disease.” The woman doesn’t look very interested in what she's saying.
“What's that? Graves disease?” I say, glancing around the white hospital.
“Its something to do with the Thyroid gland.” I look at her confused.
“I don’t know. All I know is that he's having surgery for that as well as the other injuries.” She goes back to her computer.
“Whens he coming out of the OR?” I ask hurriedly.
“In the next few hours.” She says it slowly and loudly.
“What room will he be in?”
“Lady, stop asking me questions! There is a reason I am not a doctor. I don’t know any of the shit you want to know. I only know what I've been told.” She holds up a hand to stop me from talking. “Now, you can go sit there. I shall tell you when he's out. Alright?”
I sit down on the chairs and worry about Donny. Tears start to fall.
“Hey. What's up?” I hear a cool voice above me. I look up.
“Leave me alone.” I say.
“C’mon, babe.” He says to me, sitting down.
“Seriously, get away from me now, Grady. I hate you.” I don’t look at him. I can’t look at him.
“What are you doing here? Oh that's right, your husband went crazy.” He laughs heartily and I shoot him a look of pure hate. He still looks the same from four years ago.
“I said, leave me alone. I never want to see you again.” I mutter.
“You don’t hate me, baby. You never could. No matter how much I... you know.” He smiles evilly. I remember the times we spent together, me and Grady. It was a nightmare, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“So, you fell for the depressed, suicidal type, huh?” He's still smiling at me.
I stand up and get a small piece of paper from the bag I had grabbed on the way out.
“Call this number when Donny gets out of the OR.” I pass the receptionist the paper with my number on it and leave. I know I shouldn’t leave but I have to, Grady could’ve killed me or worse. I don’t know why I ever loved him. I think about how Donny almost committed suicide successfully.
Fresh tears break out.