Disclaimer: It's not mine. I don't own the characters, or anything.
Summary: Denny's death from 2 points of view.
Author's note: This is my first Grey's Anatomy fic. I've wanted to write a story for this TV show for a long time, so here it is. Enjoy. And one last thing: English isn't my mother tongue. ;)
Waiting For The World To Fall
Rise
Oxygen is the most important element in the world. Everyone knows that we need oxygen to live. But right now, the oxygen isn't keeping me alive. The newspaper that I was holding falls down on the floor. I try to catch my breath. Oxygen, the instrument of life, will be my instrument of death. I don't bother to call for help, because no one is on the floor. Everyone is at the prom, order from the Chief. They are dancing with their loved ones. My loved one isn't sitting near me, holding my hand. The room is dark. I've never liked darkness. I'm alone, along with a few patients that I never saw, who are probably in a better shape than me.
I'm alone.
I'm fighting desperately. Not for me. For her. In a few moments, she is going to come. I have to fight death, for a few seconds. That's all I'm asking, a few seconds. My lungs are burning, my head is heavy, and my heart is beating way to fast. I'm going to die, and she's not here. My sight is blurry. I feel a tear running down my cheek. I see the clock showing 07:41:36 pm. What a coincidence, my age is on the clock. But the truth is that I don't believe in coincidences. This number is here for something, and I think that I have an idea: this is the beginning of the end. My body soon-to-be corpse is numb. I've never been a pessimistic person. I'm not saying that I am pessimistic now, I'm just realistic. Or maybe pessimistic. But isn't that the same thing? Two words that have the same definition. No wonder why the dictionary has thousands of pages. I think that I'm losing my rationality. I'm sweating from fear. I wish there was a light on. I'm dying and I'm dying alone, in the dark.
I'm alone.
I know that I don't have much time left. I start panicking. I'm not afraid of death. After all, haven't I signed the DNR paper? No, I'm just afraid that she will not be here in time. There are so many things that I didn't say, so many things that I didn't give. 07:42:02 pm. Suddenly, I see it. The peaceful light. So this is it. The end. 07:42 pm will be my time of death. I'm floating away. And she's not here with me. I've never felt so good. Everything is fading away. I don't have any strength. I don't feel, hear or see anything. I can barely hear the flat line. The only regret that a will have is that she wasn't here with me. I close my eyes. The rise has begun.
I was alone.