Chapter 3: Remember

Quil's POV:

I had just fallen asleep when Claire's eyes popped open and she let out a long strangled wail. "She's gone," she screamed, "Oh God, why did you take her? You should've taken me!" I didn't know what to do. Every sob she gave clogged my throat so I couldn't speak. Every tear she shed cut across my heart. I couldn't find words so I stroked her hair and her face and cried along with her. Then she collapsed against my arms and the heart monitor stopped beeping and instead let out a loud monotone shriek. I looked up from Claire and saw that her heart had stopped again. I carefully picked her up and started shaking her. "Claire? Claire! Claire, wake up! God! Oh, God. No, Claire! Claire, honey, I need you to open your eyes and look at me. Please! Breathe! God dammit! Claire! Breathe!" I reached past her head and pushed the emergency call button on the wall. I screamed at her, I told her she was being selfish if she didn't open her eyes. I cried and screamed and begged and stroked her hair, all to no avail. I kissed her lips forcing air into her chest. I felt her chest expand. Doc Madison rushed into the room with several nurses following at his heels. They had to tear me away from Claire and pushed me outside where I was met by the pack. It took all of them to hold me from rushing back into her room. I watched in agony as they shoved a tube down her throat and grabbed shock paddles. One of the nurses got on top of the bed and straddled Claire's chest. "Clear," she said, and Claire's chest convulsed. They repeated this for what seemed like three hundred lifetimes. Her heart didn't restart. The steel cables attaching me to her began to snap.

One…

Two…

Three…

Each one snapping back at my heart. It seemed like each whip of the cords drew blood. It hurt so bad I wanted to rip it from my chest. I sagged to the floor. Sam and Emily reached for me, and I stared at them with empty eyes. Then, the cables seemed to reattach themselves. I heard the faint flutter of a heart. Her heart. I ran into the room, pushing the nurses and the doctors aside. I pulled her against my chest tightly, but gently. I kissed her forehead, "Please," I whispered into her ear, "Please Claire, I can't lose you." And the tears fell again.

Claire's POV

"Please," he whispered, "Please Claire, I can't lose you."

How could I tell this man, who I'd fallen so madly in love with that he already had? Even if I did survive, I could never be the same Claire he once loved and knew. I didn't want to live. I didn't want to remember those I had loved and lost. How could I tell him, he already lost me? That's just it, you can't.

I have Chaska Borek in my mind when I think of Claire. Here is a link to see a picture:

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And Quil:

The same person in the movie.