A/N: So I was watching Scrubs and they were taking about the 5 steps of death and this just popped into my head. Oh and I don't own anything.
Denial
She was definitely going to be okay. Under all the rubble I could see she was breathing and she was wiggling her fingers. They were going to get to us soon. I had been able to get one call out before my battery died and he had said the rescue team would be there soon. I could almost hear them outside.
Anger
I'm going to kill Jack. He knew we would chase him. All he had to do was wait, and when we were standing in the right spot detonate the bomb. Where are the rescue groups? They always say they are on their way but it takes them forever. They're probably taking their sweet time because I didn't have time to tell them she was injured badly. I hate them too. I screamed at her a few minutes ago. She had stopped breathing and I was not going to allow her to leave me all alone in this world.
Bargaining
I would give anything for her to live. Take me instead of her God…please. Please…Let me die instead of her. Please…Please…Please. Tears were running down my face by then and I was sobbing so hard I couldn't catch my breath. She can't die. Please God…Please. I promise I will do everything you want me to do. Please…Please…Please…
Depression
I've given up all hope. It doesn't matter they're never going to get us out in time. She's going to die and I'm going to blame myself forever. Her injuries are more extensive than mine. All I have is a cut above my eye. Maybe I'll bleed out from there. I don't care about my life anymore. I don't want to live anymore. Life isn't worth it.
Acceptance
I'm sitting on the grass in the back of the church. It takes me twenty minutes to get here but I don't care. This is my time with her. She might be gone but she will always have a place in my heart. I get up and walk towards the other woman standing by the church doors. She usually comes on Wednesday and I usually come on Thursday and Saturdays, the others all come on different days so we can have our time alone, but she was out of town so she came with me. As I turn I catch a glimpse of the writing on the tombstone. I miss her.
A/N: I decided that I would let you pick out the characters. So there you go. Remember that button down there helps me breathe.