the sink, Alex?” his voice afraid. Alex never
heard Jesús afraid, ever. She nodded and he walked her slowly to the sink, not
for a minute letting go until they got there. “Ok, put your hands on the sink.”
He told her and she did. He turned on the water and cupped some in his hands
and held it to her for her to drink. It was the most tender, beautiful thing.
She could only imagine what it looked like, his tattooed arms offering water in
his hands to this gringa . But she couldn’t have cared less. After a
couple mouthfuls, she finally nodded and he turned off the water. “Stay there,
don’t move.” He told her as he went to grab some paper towels, came back and
started patting her face dry.
At this point, Marco came running in, panic on his
face, “Alexandra, are you ok? What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got this, Marco.” Jesús spit out
through gritted teeth, moving so he was giving Marco his back.
“Alexandra?” Marco said and Alex weakly looked
up and said, “I’ll be ok, I just need a minute Marco. We’ll be out soon.”
Effectively dismissing him. He stood there for a moment longer, looking at her
ashen face, then up to Jesús then back to Alex. But it was clear there was
nothing he could do, so after he opened, then closed his mouth, he just sighed
as he turned and left.
Jesús grabbed Alex’s shoulders, squaring her to
him, and looked deep into her eyes. Alex knew that all Jesús cared about was
her. He couldn’t care less about the trip or the shoot or any of it. He had
never before seen Alex be anything but strong and she knew that seeing her like
this scared him, and also heightened his need to protect her, “Alex, it’s your
call. You don’t have to get on that plane. You don’t have to do this.”
Alex took a deep breath, “Yes, I do.” And reached
up on her tip toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jesús. I’m not
sure what I would do without you.”
He smiled down at her, “Back at ya.”
“Ok, come on, let’s go, before we miss the
flight.” She said, leading him out of the women’s room, earning more stares
when they got out. Marco was waiting patiently as they heard the final boarding
call announcement he asked,
“Alexandra?”
Alex nodded to Marco. He went to the side that
Jesús wasn’t on so that he could hold her other arm. The three of them walked
together as far as they could until they left the terminal and went out onto
the tarmac where they had to go one by one up the little stairs, Alex first,
followed by Jesús and then Marco. When they got to the top, Alex swayed a bit,
but Jesús was right there behind her. He put his hands on her hips and
whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you Alex. I’m right here.” She just nodded,
took another deep breath and ducked her head to go inside.
It was a 16-passenger plane, 8 rows of one seat on
either side of the aisle. Alex took the first available seat, Jesús sat next to
her and Marco sat behind her. She was still white as a sheet and started
breathing heavily. Jesús immediately pulled out the paper bag that was in front
of her and handed it to her to breath into, which she did and it started to
calm her down. Marco still didn’t know what the problem was, but one thing was
clear, Alex was not doing well. Marco got out of his seat and crouched down in
front of her looking up at her with his beautiful crystal blue eyes. He put his
hands on her knees as she still was breathing into the bag. “ Corazon , I
don’t know what’s wrong, but if you’re not well we can wait until you are. We
can get another flight. You’re scaring me, and I’m worried about you.”
Alex’s breathing slowed down and she shook her
head no. She didn’t want to take the bag away from her mouth afraid she might
puke right onto Marco, or afraid that without the bag she might start
hyperventilating again. “No, you don’t want to get on another flight.” She
nodded yes. “Wait, yes? You do want to get on another
heard Jesús afraid, ever. She nodded and he walked her slowly to the sink, not
for a minute letting go until they got there. “Ok, put your hands on the sink.”
He told her and she did. He turned on the water and cupped some in his hands
and held it to her for her to drink. It was the most tender, beautiful thing.
She could only imagine what it looked like, his tattooed arms offering water in
his hands to this gringa . But she couldn’t have cared less. After a
couple mouthfuls, she finally nodded and he turned off the water. “Stay there,
don’t move.” He told her as he went to grab some paper towels, came back and
started patting her face dry.
At this point, Marco came running in, panic on his
face, “Alexandra, are you ok? What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got this, Marco.” Jesús spit out
through gritted teeth, moving so he was giving Marco his back.
“Alexandra?” Marco said and Alex weakly looked
up and said, “I’ll be ok, I just need a minute Marco. We’ll be out soon.”
Effectively dismissing him. He stood there for a moment longer, looking at her
ashen face, then up to Jesús then back to Alex. But it was clear there was
nothing he could do, so after he opened, then closed his mouth, he just sighed
as he turned and left.
Jesús grabbed Alex’s shoulders, squaring her to
him, and looked deep into her eyes. Alex knew that all Jesús cared about was
her. He couldn’t care less about the trip or the shoot or any of it. He had
never before seen Alex be anything but strong and she knew that seeing her like
this scared him, and also heightened his need to protect her, “Alex, it’s your
call. You don’t have to get on that plane. You don’t have to do this.”
Alex took a deep breath, “Yes, I do.” And reached
up on her tip toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jesús. I’m not
sure what I would do without you.”
He smiled down at her, “Back at ya.”
“Ok, come on, let’s go, before we miss the
flight.” She said, leading him out of the women’s room, earning more stares
when they got out. Marco was waiting patiently as they heard the final boarding
call announcement he asked,
“Alexandra?”
Alex nodded to Marco. He went to the side that
Jesús wasn’t on so that he could hold her other arm. The three of them walked
together as far as they could until they left the terminal and went out onto
the tarmac where they had to go one by one up the little stairs, Alex first,
followed by Jesús and then Marco. When they got to the top, Alex swayed a bit,
but Jesús was right there behind her. He put his hands on her hips and
whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you Alex. I’m right here.” She just nodded,
took another deep breath and ducked her head to go inside.
It was a 16-passenger plane, 8 rows of one seat on
either side of the aisle. Alex took the first available seat, Jesús sat next to
her and Marco sat behind her. She was still white as a sheet and started
breathing heavily. Jesús immediately pulled out the paper bag that was in front
of her and handed it to her to breath into, which she did and it started to
calm her down. Marco still didn’t know what the problem was, but one thing was
clear, Alex was not doing well. Marco got out of his seat and crouched down in
front of her looking up at her with his beautiful crystal blue eyes. He put his
hands on her knees as she still was breathing into the bag. “ Corazon , I
don’t know what’s wrong, but if you’re not well we can wait until you are. We
can get another flight. You’re scaring me, and I’m worried about you.”
Alex’s breathing slowed down and she shook her
head no. She didn’t want to take the bag away from her mouth afraid she might
puke right onto Marco, or afraid that without the bag she might start
hyperventilating again. “No, you don’t want to get on another flight.” She
nodded yes. “Wait, yes? You do want to get on another
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