Jack and Carly were together for a while after she came back. Until something tragic took that opportunity away…
They were going for a little walk one day. Holding hands, talking about things that were on their minds. When they got to an intersection, BAM. A car drove right through them, hitting only Carly. She wiped out, her back hitting the ground hard. Her glasses fell clean off her face, and they landed not too far away. They were shattered, much worse than before. "Carly!" Jack yelled. He ran over to her and knelt down by her side. He picked her up in his arms. "Carly! Answer me!" he called. But no response. Her eyes stared out into space, blank and empty. The person in the car was okay. He ran over to the two. "Is she all right?" he asked in a hurry. "No," Jack said. "Quick! Call 911!" the man shouted. "Me?!" Jack spat, "you should be the one to do that!" "It doesn't matter! I'll run to a pay phone," the man said. He found one and went over to it. "Hold on Carly…" Jack whispered.
The ambulance came several minutes later. Two doctors came out from behind the vehicle and rolled over a stretcher. They placed Carly on it, and carried her over to the back. Jack followed.
He stayed with her through every passing minute. She was hooked up to a temporary machine. He held her hand tightly, hoping she would survive. 'Maybe it was just a temporary knock-out,' he figured.
The ambulance finally arrived at the hospital. The same two doctors, plus a few more, wheeled her to a room. She still had that blank stare on her face. Jack was following closely behind.
Several minutes have passed. A nurse came in. She told Jack straight out that Carly was dead. He was surprised at this, but knew it was coming. He became outraged by the sudden news. He wanted to throw something, knock something over to release the tension. His body was shaking with anger. If only he looked out after her, she wouldn't be dead. It was his fault for that. He now felt that he was responsible for her death.
She laid in bed, with bandages all over her face. Her eyes still open. Jack stayed by her bedside, staring at her banged-up body. Guilt filled up every nerve in his body. With a shaking hand, he placed it on her face. It was still warm, but losing its color. He released it. He bent down, and gave her a light kiss on her lips. He then knelt down on the floor and put his arms on the bed. He put his head in his arms. He was trying to overcome this new emotion, but he gave into the pain, the guilt. He wanted to scream. Then, he felt something unexpected come down his face. Fresh, warm tears streamed down. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing more to leak from them. He didn't care if anyone had come in and noticing him sitting there, crying. Never in his life had he felt so crushed. Losing the only one he's ever truly loved.
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