☏ (colt & elaria)
☏ … my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse
It took her three rings to reach the phone. It was weird, really, she hardly ever got phone calls when she was at the tower… or anywhere for that matter. Picking up the phone, she supplied the caller with a nervous greeting. They got to the point quickly. It was the hospital calling.
“We have you listed as a contact for Colton Collins.” The lady on the other end spoke calmly.
“Wh-what- what happened? Is he okay?” Elaria asked, voice raising about three octaves. She felt herself begin to sweat, eyes start to water. He had to be okay. It didn’t take long for panic to seize her, and she barely heard the woman’s next words, struggling to hold onto the phone.
“-attacked earlier today. He’s in surgery.” The woman continued, voice too calm for Elaria’s liking.
“B-but he’ll be okay right?” Why was she even asking? Of course he’d be okay. There wasn’t another possible scenario for this. Colt was going to be okay.
She took a shaky few breaths, trying to calm herself down as she gathered up her bag, running into the elevator, frantically pressing the button for the ground floor.
“We’re not sure yet. It all depends on how the surgery goes. I can call you again once it’s done.”
“But it’s going to go well. Tell me it’ll go well!” She screamed into the phone, just as the elevator doors opened, and she sprinted through the lobby, into the brisk evening air.
“It would be appreciated if you lowered your voice, miss.”
“No! No, not until you tell me he’s okay!” Elaria cried, tears starting to spill from her eyes. People on the street were staring at her, but she didn’t care. She just needed to know he was okay.
“We can’t know anything until later.”
“Fine, fine!” Elaria said quietly, before hanging up the phone. She started down the street at a sprint, towards the hospital.
