The waiting room was cold and noisy, as usual. That's one thing that I had never told Amy. I absolutely hated hospitals, I knew Amy always felt nervous in them so I had to be the strong one. After all she was the one going through all that shit.

I sighed and massaged my temple. This was the third time! The third time this year!

I already knew the drill. We made that deal years ago. Well, when I said we made a deal I mean I made her promise she would call or text me any time she needed help. Which she actually had a hard time doing.

I think her definition of needing help was really different from mine. I wish she would call more often, I didn't mind helping her. She was my best friend.

I sighed again, why was it taking so long? It had been at least two hours since I got here with her. The doctors had rushed her in.

When I got to her house she was passed out on the floor, the house completely trashed and no one in sight.

"Manuel Cabral?" I heard the doctor's voice calling my name in a strong American accent.

"Yes?" I asked a little more desperately than I intended to. I got up in a hurry and walked towards the doctor.

"How is she Dr. Abbott?" I asked nervously. She gave me a faint smile. Probably trying to calm me. Well, she wasn't doing a good job.

"It's great that you brought her in when you did. And I'm glad that you called me. A few minutes more and we wouldn't be able to reverse her situation..."

"What does that mean?" I asked before she could finish her sentence. Once again she smiled warmly.

"Let me explain. Miss Addams took a serious beating. She broke three of her ribs, two on her left side and one on her right side. But that wasn't our primary concern. What we were really worried about was her right lung."

"What about it?" She looked down for a second before answering.

"Her right rib perforated her lung, and severed her right pulmonary artery causing internal bleeding of the lung. We were able to revert the situation, but she will need a ventilator support, haemoglobin and hematocrit restitution and coagulopathy reversal, among other things. She will have to stay here for a while. I'm sorry."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Internal bleeding? Really? What the hell was I going to do now? I started walking in circles with my hand in my chest. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

"Can... Can I see her?" I asked concerned. The doctor looked at me then at the door behind her briefly. She smiled warmly.

"Yes, follow me." She said turning and motioning me to follow.

I walked by her side, not saying much. I couldn't really think about anything other than Amy lying there. I just wanted to see her. Make sure she was ok, or at least getting better.

We walked through endless hallways before reaching a white door where we finally stopped. The doctor looked at me before gently opening the door.

"You can go in now, but remember you won't be able to stay for very long. Only family members are allowed to stay past visitation hours." I nodded.

I solely entered the room, my fear starting to take over me. I walked over to her bedside. I breathed in deeply. Amy's face was covered in bruises. She was on vent support and her chest was wrapped in gaze. I couldn't hold the tear that ran down my cheek. Who had done this to her? She had already gone through too much. I touched her hand and caressed her cheek gently.

"I promise Amy, I won't let anyone hurt you again. Ever."

"Hello, this is Amy Addams. I can't take your call at the moment, so, leave a message"

Straight to voicemail, I rolled my eyes. It was the fifth time I called her, but still no answer, not to my calls or my messages. She hadn't come to class and that was not like her.

I was starting to get worried. Wait, worried? Of course not. I wasn't worried, just pissed. I hated when people ignored me. Yes that was it.