It was Sunday night when there was a knocking on the door. John rolled his eyes and left to open it. I heard him open the door and then slam it shut and lock it. He ran in and pulled me into the kitchen. "What is it?" I asked as he pulled the windows closed and locked to back door. "What's wrong?"
"Guess." he cried as he picked up the phone. "Police please. Yeah. Dr Smith speaking. No need to continue the search. He's out side my house. Will do. Bye." John turned back to me. "I'm sorry Amy, but Rory's found you." I felt my self whimper as the front door shuddered as something heavy was thrown against it. John held open his arms and hugged me tightly. "Try to hold on. The police will be here shortly." I couldn't speak so I nodded.
The house fell silent as the asult on the doors stopped. I glanced up at John who shook his head. There was the sound of breaking glass from upstairs and my gaze flew to his. "Stay here." John ordered me and disappeared upstairs. There was a sound of scuffling from upstairs and then the front door fell down to reveal three police men and two paramedics.
"Name's Marc. Where's-" Marc began but was cut off by the sound of some one crying out from upstairs. The six of us ran up the stairs, me and Marc getting to the room first. The Police jumped on Rory but my eyes strayed to the figure lying still on the ground. John.
"John!" I cried out and fell at his side. He moved his head to look at me and I caught a glimpse of a large gash on the side if his head. He smiled weakly up at me.
"Amy-"
"Shh. Don't speak." I shook the paramedic off me and turned back to him. "You're going to be OK, I promise."
"Amy I'm a doctor. I don't think I'll make it."
"Don't say that." he smiled weakly up at me as tears began to fill my eyes.
"If I don't make it, Amy. I love you." he closed his eyes and his breathing shallowed.
"John? John! Don't leave me! D'you her me? You can't leave! Please! John!" I screamed his name as I was pulled gently off him. I turned to see Rory staring at me, giving up the fight against the police. "What did you do!" I yelled at him as he was dragged out of the room be Marc and another. The third police member, a woman, helped me to my feet and took me out to her car. At we drove to the hospital, she spoke to me.
"I'm Sally by the way. You're Amy aren't you?" I didn't reply and Sally sighed. "It's better to talk to someone rather than wallowing in your grief. Trust me. I've lost someone too."
"He's not dead."
"I know but he'd tell you the same thing too you know."
"How do you know what he'd say?" I demanded.
Sally laughed. "He told me the same thing when I lost my mother and father."
"How'd you know him?"
"We used to go out. He's my ex."
"Oh." I turned to look out the window and saw we were pulling up to the hospital. "Why are we here not down at the station?"
"I thought it'd be better to interview you here so you can keep an eye on John." I smiled at her. "I was."
"What happened to him before then?"
"It was stupid. He well out of a tree and knocked himself out. Three weeks before my parents were killed by a falling tree."
"So, you have a thing against trees now?" she laughed and nodded. I smiled all the way up to John's allocated room.
I sat down on the edge of his bed. I sat in silence, tears rolling down my cheeks, letting the steady beeping of the machine next to him reassure me. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeee. The machine never finished another beep. I glanced up at the scream and screamed to the doctors outside the room. They rushed in and ushered me out.
Three minutes later and one of the appeared out of his room. She looked as though she'd been crying. "Amy? I need to talk to you about John."
dun-dun-dun! Okay so I hope I got the sadness across in this and I'm sorry for not updating in a while. One extra review to get 25 and I'll update. =D
