All That Matters

Hinata's POV

My heart was pounding so hard as we were heading to St. Luke's Hospital, where Zeke was being taken. I couldn't stop crying as I murmured a silent prayer to God for the safety of my husband. I knew I had decided to let him go; however, I couldn't turn my back on him when he needed me the most. I am still his wife, after all. 

Kuya Clyde was driving the car, and it felt like an eternity had passed. I kept on glancing at him because I was getting anxious as the minutes went by, and we were going so slow. I needed to be there as quickly as possible.

"Kuya, can you drive faster, please?" I pleaded. 

"Princess, I have already driven a little more beyond the speed limit. If we overspeed, the police might call us out, which might delay our flight towards the hospital. I know that you're very worried right now, but we need to take caution on the road. Keep your head above water 'cause this situation demands it from you," he explained. 

I nodded. What else can I do when he's making a lot more sense in this predicament I was in? I just looked at the window, wiping the overflowing tears cascading down my cheeks. It was like a deja vu. I was inside a car going to the same hospital, praying nonstop for the recovery of the person I love. But it was my mom who was fighting for her life, and it was Zeke who was with me back then, driving the car and murmuring comfort words. 

I thought I was already crying hard, but upon remembering that certain moment in my life, my tears doubled. It was clogging my nostrils, and my eyes hurt so much, but I couldn't make it stop. 

After chasing the time, we finally arrived at the hospital. The doctors were already treating Zeke, so all I could do was wait in the waiting area. Minutes later, mom and dad were running towards me with open arms, as well as my in-laws. I was very thankful that Kuya Clyde had taken from me the burden of being the bearer of this news to our loved ones. I just couldn't do it. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor emerged from the emergency room. 

"Who's the wife of the patient?" he asked. 

I scurried towards him, hoping for some good news.

"I am the wife, doc. How is he? Is he going to be okay?" I asked. 

"Right now, your husband is stable. He's unconscious, but his vital signs are normal, and we've done an initial CT scan. There are no signs of internal bleeding or skull fracture, which is a very good sign."

I sighed in relief. God had answered my prayers. 

"Is he gonna be awake anytime now?" Mommy Anne, my mother-in-law, inquired.

"Usually, with mild concussions, patients regain consciousness within a few minutes to several hours. Mr. Smith is more on the cautious side since he hasn't woken yet, but we're closely monitoring him."

"Thanks, doc."

 When the doctor left, my knees suddenly felt weak and I almost dropped to the floor if my dad wasn't quick to grab and support me. He helped me sit on the bench and I leaned on him, basking in his warmth for comfort. I was drained, physically and emotionally. But it was nothing compared to knowing that Zeke was okay. He was okay, and that's all that matters.