Wendell was the first to hear the scream. He ran to toward the sound and saw Silvester holding Michelle. Her eyes were hooded and tear stained and she had cuts on her arms. Wendell ran to her and checked for a pulse. It was there, but it was faint. Flames came with a stretcher and a first aid kit. She wrapped Michelle's wrists and wheeled her to the medical wing.
Wendell followed them. She'll pull through. She's strong. Wendell thought as he walked.
He sat in her room holding Michelle's hand while flames stitched her up. "Michelle, please don't leave me." He begged and smiled a bit remembering all the times she had said it. "Michelle, there is so much left to do." He said trying to hold the tears back.
Flames suddenly stopped stitching. "Why'd you stop?" Wendell asked. "Because she won't make it, Wendell." Flames said. "She's lost too much blood. She isn't going to make it."
Wendell shook his head. "No. there has to be something we can do." He said. "We can make her comfortable." Flames sighed. "Let her go in peace."
Wendell let the tears stream down his face. "Can I hold her?" he asked. Flames nodded and helped him into the bed. Wendell pulled Michelle against his chest. "Michelle… don't leave me." He choked. He held the tiny box in his hand. "I love you." He whispered.
Suddenly, the machine's rhythmic beeps turned into one long note. "Wendell…" Michelle said with her final breath before she stopped. Wendell burst into tears. "I'm sorry." He said.
Nurses rushed in and Wendell was pulled away from her. He looked down at the ring in his hand. "I'll be with you very soon, Luv…"