It Must Have Been Love Read Online Free
Author: Krissie LaBaye
I just got told to come here. I haven’t got a clue what happened to him.”
“Well, witnesses said Christopher swerved his car to miss a stray dog on the road. Some of the cars had been beeping their horns to scare the dog off the road, but it was just getting more panicked by the racket. Your husband’s car actually went airborne before it rolled over; so I’d say he’s one lucky guy. One witness told the paramedics Christopher’s CD player was still blasting after the crash. The guy had reached in and turned it off. Maybe Christopher hadn’t heard the beeping horns because of the loud music. Anyway, you can ask him yourself in a moment.”
“It’s just like him to risk killing himself rather than hit a dog, and it’s just like him to have the music blasting,” Angie responded angrily.
“Well don’t be too hard on him, these things happen all the time. At least he wasn’t seriously hurt. I’m sure you’ll be laughing and joking about it, this time next week. Oh yeah, here’s something you can tease Christopher about when you get him home. Get this; the guy said that the CD was blasting out ‘everybody hurts sometimes’ as he went to turn the music off. I mean that’s the last thing you want to hear when you’re lying upside down with a busted ankle and cracked rib.”
Although Angie wanted to tell the jolly nurse that she couldn’t remember the last time the couple had joked about anything, she resisted the urge to do so. “Can I see him now, Nurse Brannagan?”
“Yes, come on, let’s go, and please call me Louise, everyone else does. Nurse Brannagan sounds so stuffy, don’t you think?” the upbeat nurse laughed.
Before Angie had time to answer her, the jolly nurse was heading down the hospital corridor rather quickly. Angie struggled to keep up with the cheerful nurse as she walked briskly along, past the chattering nurses and hospital carts. Stepping over some unidentifiable liquid and dodging the hospital cleaning lady as she mopped away the spillage, Nurse Louise continued until she arrived at the last door on the left.
“Alrighty Mrs. Morris, here we are. Now remember what I said about the bruises.”
“Call me Angie. Could I ask you to do one small thing? Would you come in with me, please?”
“Yes, of course I’ll come in with you, but honestly there’s no need to panic.” With a reassuring smile, the cheerful nurse led Angie into the small four-bedded room. Despite the ability to house four patients, there were only two occupants in this room. Angie followed the loud sound of snoring to the bed next to the window, but it was coming from an elderly man and not Chris. Directly opposite the noisy sleeper, the curtains were drawn, presumably hiding the silent occupant. The nurse sprinted across the room, flat leather shoes squeaking as she went. Angie followed on tiptoes, in a considerate attempt to avoid waking the snoring patient with the sound of her clanking heels. Her efforts were somewhat wasted, as Nurse Louise grabbed hold of the bed curtain and swished it back noisily along the rails.
“Got a visitor here for you, Christopher,” she boomed, oblivious to her own volume level and to its effect on the recently slumbering man in the bed opposite.
Angie was somewhat shocked by the bruises on his face, but not at all shocked that throughout the din Chris had remained asleep. He had always been a sound sleeper and it had always fallen on her shoulders to wake him each morning. The alarm clock would make him fidget slightly, but rarely would he awaken with anything less than a hefty nudge in the ribs from Angie. She had often wondered how he had been managing to wake up every morning since he moved out, but had never actually asked him.
“Why don’t you sit down and take the load off your feet? I’m sure Christopher will wake up when the effect of the painkillers begins to wear off.”
“Oh it’s not the drugs. Chris
“Well, witnesses said Christopher swerved his car to miss a stray dog on the road. Some of the cars had been beeping their horns to scare the dog off the road, but it was just getting more panicked by the racket. Your husband’s car actually went airborne before it rolled over; so I’d say he’s one lucky guy. One witness told the paramedics Christopher’s CD player was still blasting after the crash. The guy had reached in and turned it off. Maybe Christopher hadn’t heard the beeping horns because of the loud music. Anyway, you can ask him yourself in a moment.”
“It’s just like him to risk killing himself rather than hit a dog, and it’s just like him to have the music blasting,” Angie responded angrily.
“Well don’t be too hard on him, these things happen all the time. At least he wasn’t seriously hurt. I’m sure you’ll be laughing and joking about it, this time next week. Oh yeah, here’s something you can tease Christopher about when you get him home. Get this; the guy said that the CD was blasting out ‘everybody hurts sometimes’ as he went to turn the music off. I mean that’s the last thing you want to hear when you’re lying upside down with a busted ankle and cracked rib.”
Although Angie wanted to tell the jolly nurse that she couldn’t remember the last time the couple had joked about anything, she resisted the urge to do so. “Can I see him now, Nurse Brannagan?”
“Yes, come on, let’s go, and please call me Louise, everyone else does. Nurse Brannagan sounds so stuffy, don’t you think?” the upbeat nurse laughed.
Before Angie had time to answer her, the jolly nurse was heading down the hospital corridor rather quickly. Angie struggled to keep up with the cheerful nurse as she walked briskly along, past the chattering nurses and hospital carts. Stepping over some unidentifiable liquid and dodging the hospital cleaning lady as she mopped away the spillage, Nurse Louise continued until she arrived at the last door on the left.
“Alrighty Mrs. Morris, here we are. Now remember what I said about the bruises.”
“Call me Angie. Could I ask you to do one small thing? Would you come in with me, please?”
“Yes, of course I’ll come in with you, but honestly there’s no need to panic.” With a reassuring smile, the cheerful nurse led Angie into the small four-bedded room. Despite the ability to house four patients, there were only two occupants in this room. Angie followed the loud sound of snoring to the bed next to the window, but it was coming from an elderly man and not Chris. Directly opposite the noisy sleeper, the curtains were drawn, presumably hiding the silent occupant. The nurse sprinted across the room, flat leather shoes squeaking as she went. Angie followed on tiptoes, in a considerate attempt to avoid waking the snoring patient with the sound of her clanking heels. Her efforts were somewhat wasted, as Nurse Louise grabbed hold of the bed curtain and swished it back noisily along the rails.
“Got a visitor here for you, Christopher,” she boomed, oblivious to her own volume level and to its effect on the recently slumbering man in the bed opposite.
Angie was somewhat shocked by the bruises on his face, but not at all shocked that throughout the din Chris had remained asleep. He had always been a sound sleeper and it had always fallen on her shoulders to wake him each morning. The alarm clock would make him fidget slightly, but rarely would he awaken with anything less than a hefty nudge in the ribs from Angie. She had often wondered how he had been managing to wake up every morning since he moved out, but had never actually asked him.
“Why don’t you sit down and take the load off your feet? I’m sure Christopher will wake up when the effect of the painkillers begins to wear off.”
“Oh it’s not the drugs. Chris
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