Maya ran into the room, her breathing heavy, tears on the verge of spilling out. She looked around the room desperately, seeing nothing but doctors stand off at the sight, a defeated look upon their face.
A path was cleared, leading to the bed. She bit the inside of her lip, furiously blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. Slowly, Maya made her way to the bed, refusing to accept the sight in front of her.
Lucas laid there, not moving, not even smiling. His hazel eyes were closed, his blonde hair ruffled by the events of the night. Maya's hands curled into balls, her nails digging deep into her fair-skinned palm. Choked sobs escaped her lips, as wet, salty, balls of tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Lucas" she croaked out, hating how young and tiny she sounded.
Maya dragged her feet over to his side, and reached over to shake him slightly. A part of her knew it was useless, the beeping sound from the monitor told her everything she needed to know. But the other part of her, the part that had dared to hope, to love him, refused to acknowledge it.
"Lucas" she asked again more desperate, "Lucas wake up"
He didn't.
And as Maya finally realized this she fell down to her knees, sobs racking her body. She repeatedly cried out his name, continuously hoping that he'd somehow magically wake up and pick her up. That he'd hold her until she calmed down, and kiss her over and over, telling her that it was all going to be okay. That he was Ranger Rick and that he would never leave her.
Somehow, Maya curled into a ball on the floor. She was slowly rocking back and forth, letting the coldness sink in. All of the doctors had left, giving her privacy as she grieved. She was alone in the room.
And now she was alone in life.