Fixing You
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4:00 AM: He knows it's his fault. It's all his fault, and he can't fix it.
4:57 AM: Her breath is nothing but a whisper. The movement of her chest is barely there; she's barely breathing.
6:03 AM: He comforts himself with a bottle, but it can't numb him like the morphine has taken away her pain. He doesn't know what he hopes to find at the bottom of the bottle, but he searches for it like his last lifeline.
7:14: AM: He could have fixed it...if he wasn't at that bar last night. He would have heard his Blackberry ring, he would have rushed to the hospital. He would have gotten there on time. He could have healed her. She would have been alright. She would have been alive.
8:00 AM: The lines on the monitor are almost flat. The weathered beating of her heart is nothing but a group of road bumps far apart from each other on a green line. He wonders how any person could be reduced to nothing but a skinny green line.
9:30 AM: He falls asleep, slumped in the chair at her bedside, the glass bottle hanging between two of his fingers. He tries to find her in his dreams, but for once she's not there.
9:47 AM: He doesn't dream about her, but he finds himself in the room where he met her. He dreams of the ski lodge, the aroma of his clove cigarettes filling the air. There's a bruise on her eyes, fresh sweat still her perfume. From that moment, he knew he was gone.
11:00 AM: Her father walks in. He looks at his dying daughter, her soul ready to leave her earthly body. His stoic features melt with grief. He strokes her hair, then notices him. In 0 to 60, his expression changes.
11:13 AM: Her father glares at him. He never wanted her with him. She was never the model of good behavior, but he was another thing entirely. He was trouble in a bottle. Every morning he woke up next to a different girl - at least until he met her.
11:28 AM: He was trouble in it's greatest form. Handsome as the devil, charming as Lucifer too. He was the only one who could have saved her. And he didn't.
12:00 PM: "Why?" her father whispers, his last lament about his daughter.
12:03 PM: He doesn't know how to answer. He could tell him where he was last night - it's not like he was cheating. He was just in the company of his old spirits, the ones he indulged in before he met her. Before she made him stop.
12:04 PM: But he couldn't stop. She drove him crazy. She was with him, but she was always somewhere else. She would never get over the other one. As much as he knew that, he could never get over her. No matter how many women he had gone through, there would always only be one. Only one that mattered.
12:06 PM: "I don't know," he admits, his voice barely intelligible.
4:56 PM: She's about to die. He sits there with another bottle of spirits. Her father still stands by her bedside, waiting for the moment.
6:27 PM: "I can fix it," he finally mumbles. He puts down the bottle, puts his hand over her heart gently, like a lilly on a pond's surface. He can barely feel it pulsing beneath his hand. He concentrates, feels the power flow out from within him. He summons it from his core and feels it leave through his fingertips. He feels the energy and life draining out of him. He feels himself emptying out.
6:30 PM: Her eyes flutter open, her lashes thick and black. She opens her mouth and breathes his name. Her voice becomes a tangible thing that lingers in the air above them. "Goodbye," he tells her softly. He smiles at her, and she watches as the life disappears from his eyes.