"Stuart!" I called loudly as I shoved through the growing crowd around the small music shop where my boyfriend worked. There were police cars and ambulances around a large hole in the side of the building where the window used to be. What had happened?! I had just been on my way here to bring Stuart some lunch. My heart rate increased as I pushed my way out of the other side of the crowd and looked around the vehicles and saw a car inside the music shop. It had almost crashed through the other wall..
Stuart!" I cried out now and looked around frantically hoping to see him somewhere in the crowd. I flung my head around quickly to look at the building again when I heard someone call out 'we got him!' I bit my lip hard and clutched my shirt tightly over my heart, praying that they weren't talking about my Stuart.. I closed my eyes, afraid to look but I had to. I had to know if it was him or not. I forced myself to open them again and looked back at the wrecked building and watched as one of the medics backed out of the hole. They were going slow and trying not to trip on the rumble and wreckage there. Then I saw it. Blue.. Stuart's hair.
My heart felt like it stopped as I watched them carrying him out on the stretcher, telling each other to be careful with him. I just stood there, watching in horror. I couldn't move. I had that thick feeling in my throat and I felt sick and couldn't breathe. It was all a blur now and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I couldn't hear anything now and all I could see was Stuart. My Stuart. Broken.. Dying right there in front of me.
My body took over now and I violently pushed passed a police officer who had been keeping the crowd back. "No!" I screamed out now and ran to him. The medics stopped for a moment, surprised that I had gotten over to them. I wailed loudly as I throw my arms across the gurney, gripping the handles on the sides so hard my knuckles lost their color. "No!" I bellowed now as I looked down at Stuart. He just lie there, blood covering one side of his head and running from his ears, nose and mouth. It was in his hair as well, turning some of it a slight purple color.
I moved my hands now, one lightly resting on his shoulder and the other on his chest. I just looked at him for a moment, my lip quivering hard, before I collapsed onto him and wept hysterically into his chest. I was so distraught that I couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not..
"Oh, Stuart," I howled into the bloody fabric of his shirt, "don't leave me like this!" I glanced up to look at him again but was forced away by the same officer that I had ran around to get to my fallen friend. The medics took this chance and quickly lifted him into the back of the ambulance. I tried to get away from the man holding me back. I let out a loud sob as I saw them tear his shirt open and get the defibrillator ready before the door was shut in my face.
I pressed my face into my trembling, sweaty hands and bawled into them as I dropped to my knees. What if he died? I would be so lost... I couldn't imagine not seeing his goofy grin again or never getting to run my fingers through his soft hair anymore. We had shared so many special moments with each other. It couldn't end this fast.. I needed him.. I needed my Stuart. I bent over my knees and hugged myself tightly and continued to cry for him. I remembered his parents now. He was their only son; their only child. He was all that they had.. He was all that we had..