"Why wasn't I contacted sooner?!" I screeched at the receptionist, as the tears began to blur my vision. "I'm his freakin' girlfriend!" I continued. She looked at me sincerely before looking through the computer records.
It took a few minutes of my impatient whines before she finally told me the ward.

Intensive care. Worse than I'd anticipated.

It didn't take long to sprint through the winding corridors and stairways - impatience and being on the track team last year helped – as I dodged and swerved past the blurry blobs, also known as people.
My vision was so impaired due to my tear ducts that I didn't even realise his best friend was sat outside of the room, until I felt his arms tight around me.

He was hugging me; also restraining me from bursting inside to him. I was tempted to just cry into his chest, but I couldn't. I just had to get in to see my dying boyfriend. Before it was too late.

"Let me go. Let me see him." I grumbled as I tried to pull away from his grip; he was stronger than me by miles, so I was unsuccessful.
"You can't love, the doctor's in there with him..." was his hushed reply. I didn't attempt to argue, I just looked over his shoulder and through the window Sure enough the doctor was in there with Dougie, and writing notes down.
"What happened? What's going to happen...?" I whispered, still watching intently over his shoulder.

He didn't answer straight away, but I heard him gulp a couple of times beforehand.
"Tell me now Jonas, before I rip your precious little bollocks off and shove 'em up your ass!"
He looked down at me behind the couple of loose brown curls covering his eyes, and sighed briefly. "Hollie, Doug tried killing himself by overdose. H-He told me earlier, before I found him, that he had recently been diagnosed with c-c-cancer and that it was too late for him. It was going to k-kill him. When I got to his place, he had no pulse, and there were bottles everywhere: drugs and alcohol..."
He couldn't even continue, as he was quietly sobbing by now; then the last thing I ever wanted to hear in a hospital rang in my ears.

One long, continuous beep coming from inside Dougie's room.

It was becoming too late.

"No, Dougie... NOOOO!!!" I screamed. Many other Nurses and Doctors rushed into the room. However much I tried to run after them though, I couldn't. I was still in his strong grip, his muscular arms still wrapped around me. Hugging me; Once again restraining me. "They have to save him! Tell them to save him!"

He still didn't answer verbally; he just squeezed me tighter to stop me fighting him off. I was still watching over his shoulder at the commotion going on in the room. However my eyes clamped shut as the defibrillators were brought out, and I hid my face into his shoulder as I trembled at the shocking noise.
And it was then that my world came crashing down around me.
The silence ripped though the atmosphere, and when I looked up, I knew exactly what had happened.

"Time of death-" The doctor sighed as he checked his watch "23:52pm"
Dougie didn't even reach the New Year.

As soon as his best friend stepped back from me in shock, I felt my legs buckle under me. The pain in my knees and back was nothing compared to the pain and emptiness of my heart now. So I sat on my knees, and let myself become blind from the hysterical tears now making their escape down my cheeks.
"H-he can't be... be..."

I couldn't even say the four letter word. I couldn't even hear the voice of the doctor as he came to explain to me. All I could hear was the continuous beep still ringing in my ears, despite the machine being turned off now. I was broken. So was he as he slumped down next to me. He tried to hug me again, but I flinched away from his touch.

I was numb.
I was broken.
I was lost.
And I was bewildered at the last sentence the doctor told us:
"These letters were found in his pockets when he was admitted here, I presume they're addressed to you two, Miss, Sir."
Sure enough, there were 2 enveloped letters, one addressed to me and the other to him, with clear letters on the outside:
"Not to be opened until after my funeral.
Not before, not days later.
As soon as the day ends.

Dougie XXX"

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Well, this is my first story I've written that I've decided to actually post,
so feedback is always welcome! :)
Ooh and I wonna thanks to Becka just quickly
1 - cuz she's awesome (BBFLCWICTCM!!)
and 2 - she was the first person to ever read this chapter so thankies!!
So yeah.... thanks for reading,
Soph :D xx