Um, I've been feeling a bit odd lately, so I'm hoping that writing this will somewhat get me out of my weird depressed state. Reviews aren't necessary - this is just a little something I wrote for myself. I really needed to get this off my chest and didn't feel like editing it, so it's gonna be crappy and there'll be a lot of mistakes. You can imagine whoever you want in this because I haven't mentioned names.
This is very loosely based on events in my personal life, so I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense.
This was the end. She could feel it.
An unfortunate event caused him to slip into a deadly coma; she was told he would most likely die in the next few days.
The doctors told her that a month ago.
Ever since then, she's stayed all day and all night at the hospital to watch over him, just in case he woke up. The only times she left the room was to go to the bathroom down the hall, or to go home and take a shower. Every now and then a family member or friend would come and bring her food, since she refused to leave the room.
She loved him too much to leave his side for even a minute.
Sometimes she'd talk to him, holding his hand or caressing his hair. She'd tell him her favourite memories from their childhood, all the way up to the present day.
She stared at the barely breathing body lying on the bed, his unusually pale skin matching the white bedsheets and pillows. There were machines everywhere, hooked up to different parts of his body. The only noises in the room were his long and slow breaths, a contrast to her normal ones.
Every now and then her eyes would flicker to the screen connected to one of the machines. The amount of breaths he took per minute: 9. Heartbeats per minute: 53. Both were dangerously low, but she knew he was strong. He always was.
She was about to doze off to sleep when she heard movement. Her eyes snapped open, immediately going to him. Her breath was caught in her throat when she saw him moving. She quickly stood up to help him sit up, since he was too weak to do it on his own. Making sure she didn't bump any of the machines, she stood next the bed. Her name softly rolled off his lips.
"You were in a coma for the past month. The doctors said you wouldn't last more than a few days," she informed him, keeping her voice low.
Despite the pain he was in, he managed a smile. "I guess I'm pretty lucky then," he said in a raspy voice.
She smiled and lightly ran a hand through his hair. "How are you feeling?" He shrugged, but then winced in pain.
"Ok, I guess... I'm a little thirsty..."
She kissed his forehead and left the room to get him some water. Two minutes later she returned, only to find him unconscious. She ran to his side and set the plastic cup down on the table next to the bed. "No," she whispered, gently taking his face in her hands. She felt her heart tighten. "No, no, no, no... this can't be happening, not yet." She whipped out her phone and sent out texts to the family before shoving the device back into her pocket. While waiting for everyone to arrive, she looked around the room. Her eyes landed on the screen. His breathing pattern and heart rate were getting slower, but she knew he would wait. He couldn't go without seeing his loved ones one last time. She took his hand in her own. "Please, just wait a few more minutes. Until everyone gets here... please..." She pleaded, closing her eyes before any tears could threaten to escape.
No crying, she told herself. You need to be strong for him.
Within an hour, everyone was in the room, bawling their eyes out or clutching each other for dear life. They all knew what was going to happen, it was just a matter of when it would happen.
A small groan was heard and everyone was silent, eyes trained on him. His eyes slowly fluttered open as he regained consciousness. "We couldn't let you go without saying goodbye," she said to him, still holding his hand. He opened his arms a little and she bent down to hug him.
"Don't say goodbye," he told her gently, weakly, rubbing her back. He kissed the top of her head, even though he was in extreme pain. "Just say... see you later." She moved away to give him some space. Her eyes widened when she heard the machine rapidly beeping. On the screen the numbers were flashing red, becoming lower and lower as each second passed.
The next few minutes went by in a blur.
It became harder for him to breathe, and she didn't know what else to do but hold his hand and stay by his side. Someone called for the nurse. Soon, his last breath escaped his lips and his body went limp.
That was it. He was gone. The one person who truly understood her, the one person she couldn't live without, had just taken his last breath.
Suddenly the room felt like it was closing in on her and she couldn't take it anymore. She ran out of the room. Her mother called her name, telling her to come back, but it was no use. She continued to run. Out of the hopsital. Across the street. Down the road. She ran until she no longer knew where she was.
The cold winter air blew her hair off of her shoulders and she wrapped her thin cardigan tighter around herself. Her breaths became shallow and a lump formed in her throat, tears prickling at her eyes. This time she didn't try to stop it, and the salty tears glided down her cheeks. She kept running, until she bumped into someone. The man caught her before she fell to the ground.
"Oh crap I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going and- hey, are you okay?" He stopped talking when he was the tears running down her cheeks. She shook her head and clutched onto his shirt, still crying. He didn't stop her. Noting how cold she was, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her small frame. Still clutching onto his shirt, she leaned against the brick wall next to them and slid to the ground, bring him down with her. He didn't question it, he simply rubbed her back as she cried. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's going to be okay." he whispered. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, letting this random stranger comfort her in the middle of the night. Everything went pitch black.
She looked around, the man gone as she sat in the middle of nowhere. She stood up. "Hello? Anyone there?" As if responding to her question, a spotlight shone a few metres away from her. A figure walked into the spotlight and she felt her heart leap into her throat.
That frame, that hair, those eyes... it couldn't be...
The figure smiled at her. Her eyes widened. "It's you," she whispered in realization.
He smiled. "Told you I'd see you later." She ran up to the figure, opening her arms to hug him but stopped abruptly when he held his hand up in front of him.
"Don't come any closer," he warned.
"You're here, how is that possible? I thought you were-"
"Dead? I still am. I'm here to invite you."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you talking about? Invite me where?"
"I'm inviting you to come with me, to a place where we can stay forever. But if you accept, you have to leave your life as it is all behind. Are you really ready to do that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
She nodded eagerly. All she needed was to be with him. "Just show me what to do." He smiled and held out his hand for her to take.
"Take my hand."
Without a second thought she grabbed his hand. Her body was instantly filled with warmth and she felt like her soul being slowly pulled away from her.
The man remained leaning on the cold brick wall, holding the stranger in his arms. No matter what he did, he could feel her skin getting colder. He brushed the hair away from her face. His eyes widened when he realized she wasn't breathing anymore. He checked her pulse, and nothing happened.
That was it. The end. She was dead.