Hi again! Sorry, but it looks like you'll be stuck with me for the rest of this story... hope you don't mind. :-) ANYWAYS, you've seen Connie's point of view about the whole situation, now lets go a bit deeper and see what Eugene thinks. Sorry, I don't speak entirely "Eugene Language" so please feel free to leave constructive criticism and help to improve my work. ;-)
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Okay, so now that THAT'S over with... let's go deeper and see some REAL action going on! :-)
Eugene's point of view:
I stood there, completely paralyzed, my pulse racing. My temperature was intensifying as I nearly fainted at what I saw, for my dearest Katrina laid on the hospital bed, dead.
She was actually dead.
When the doctor told me the harsh truth, that she was killed by a drunk driver, I was in too much a state of shock to believe, frozen in the intensity of the moment. "What-What do you mean... I don't understand..." I stammered on, heated beneath my long sleeve white shirt and vest. I tugged at my collar, praying I might be revived of the terrible nightmare I was living. "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Meltsner," The doctor said, shaking his head sadly. I sighed.
"It's more than just a loss..." I said quietly, not daring to look upon the fragile, limp creature. I had held her in my arms for a moment, praying the Breath of Life God had blessed in all mankind would once again find her, and enter her so she would live again. "Please... this can't be true... you have to help me..." I said, placing my hands together in my most emotional moment. Why God, why must it end this way? I repeated several times in my head, trying to find some sort of loophole through the difficulty I was facing. Sadly, we all know life doesn't work as simply. "Please, Mr. Meltsner..." He said, sighing in frustration. I sighed.
"What am I to do now, Lord?" I said, more to God than myself or the doctor. "I suggest that once you take care of the funeral, you should have some well-deserved rest," He said. "I'm sure that will fix the situation perfectly," I said sarcastically, then sighed.
"Eugene, I know it's difficult, but God will take care of you," The doctor said, placing a hand on me. "Thank you, doctor," I said, although I felt he wasn't much help. "Honestly, Eugene, there isn't much else we can do but pray and continue to be faithful to God. Right now, the most important thing to do is use the Power of Prayer and remain strong in our faith. You are not alone in this, Eugene. You have the full support of your friends and family, and God has blessed you with many special people in your life. You only need to take the time to really notice them," He said, and for a moment I thought he glowed. "Thank you, doctor; you are an angel of sorts," I said, forcing myself to give him a small smile of gratitude. He smiled as well, then laughed. "Well, I am, of sorts," He said, his friendly face looking more radiantly than ever. "You are an angel," I said, fully smiling now, out of comfort and joy. "Indeed, I am," He said. "Tell God thank you for being there for me," I said. He smiled. "He just wants you to know that he loves you."