"Seth," I ask timidly. The gunshots have stopped now and the only sound I hear is the one of my heartbeat. It's so loud. I feel Seth get off of me, where he has been since the shots started, as a man comes over to help me up.
"Are you okay Miss?" The man asks as I get a glimpse of him. I assume he must be a police officer by the uniform, which leads me to wonder who called 911. I look around the room and all I see is blood. The police-officer must not like my non-answer because he leading me out as he says; "Let's have a paramedic check you out."
I allow him to lead me outside but as I walk out I notice what I'd been dreading. There are three ambulances and two cop cars surrounding the apartment. I can't see inside the ambulances, but one is driving away as another has only one door of the back open. I walk over to it knowing that I won't like what I see. The police officer that helped me up is yelling for me to come back but for some reason I just keep walking. As I approach the ambulance a paramedic moves to shut the door. For a brief second I can see Seth on the stretcher with blood all over the sheets. As the door shuts I start to pick up my pace. I need to see Seth. I need to be with him. But before I have a chance to run to the now driving away ambulance the police officer has caught up to me and is now holding me back.
"Miss… Miss… Please… Let's get you checked out," I hear the police officer say but all I can focus on is seeing Seth.
"No, No I have to see him," I say but now the ambulance is out of sight and the police officer is dragging me opposite to get checked out. I sit down defeated as the paramedic starts to check me out. There is blood all over me, which is why they were so worried about my health. It is then that I realize that it's not my blood. I tell the paramedic this, and that I need to go see Seth but she doesn't listen. As she's cleaning me up I notice another stretcher coming out. This one has a sheet over it. They place it next to the last ambulance. I can see inside this one and I notice there is already a body bag in it.
I can't just sit anymore. I walk over to that ambulance again people are yelling at me to stop, but I don't listen. I go to lift up the sheet but am stopped again, by the police officer. He tries to get me away but he is too late. I manage to lift up the sheet. I stand there in shock as he pulls me away. Then the sobs come. I can't stop them; this is just way too overwhelming. I fall into the police officer, as I can't seem to stand on my own anymore.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital," The police officer says as he directs me to his police car. He helps me get into the front seat. The tears are still coming down but not as bad. I decided that I can't do this on my own, so I was going to have to call someone.