Chapter 11
Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye
-Here Comes Goodbye; Rascal Flatts
A/N: Ok guys. This is it, the final chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it, and look out for the sequel this summer. If I get enough reviews, then I will write an epilogue. Please enjoy. =)
Mitchie's POV
No. This can't be—why me? Why do bad things always happen to me? If there is a code silver, then the whole hospital's in danger, and it's all my fault! I looked over at Nate and Jason, and I'm guessing that my expression matched theirs; furious and scared.
Nate then looked at me; his eyes filled with—love? "Mitchie, I think we all know why there's a code silver. Jake is here for you, so we have to hide you. Please!" He pleaded with me.
I looked into his warm chocolate eyes, and it was then at that moment that I knew what I had to do. "Nate, I can't. Jake is just going to hurt other people until he gets to me. I have to go see him."
He just looked at me, appalled. "Mitchie! What's wrong with you? Do you really think I'll let you go and get killed? No!" He yelled, all but sobbing now. "I love you! But I need to know, do you love me? Please, Mitchie. I have to know." He looked at me, eyes expectant.
He loved me? I don't know what to say to that. I don't really know how I feel about Nate. He's charming, cares about me, and has treated me with more love than any other guy. But do I love him back?"
Our moment was interrupted with Jason.
"Guys! We don't have time for this shi-"Jason was thrown to the floor, followed by evil laughter. Nate and I looked at each other, alarmed, before we looked at Jason's attacker.
He cackled evilly. "Hey Mitchie dear. You missed me?"
Holy Shit.
Shane's POV
I ran into the hospital's police officer, going up to the desk. Running up to the first officer I saw. "Sir, this may sound crazy, but you have to put the hospital on lockdown. There is a guy here that is going to hurt the girl I love, and I have every reason to believe that he has a gun. Please, you have to believe me; he may end up hurting other patients and staff. We have to stop him before it's too late." I pleaded, urgency laced in my voice.
I guess something about my entire demeanor and speech convinced the officer, because he took one look at me, and then called out, "We have a code Silver! Everyone put the hospital on lockdown!" He then looked at me, and said, "Thank you son. Now be careful." Before he ran off, most likely going to try to find Jake; however, I knew that I was going to have to be the one to stop him. Before I went to Mitchie's room, I went up to a random desk and grabbed a gun; I would be needing this. Stuffing the gun underneath my shirt, I made my way towards Mitchie's room, praying that it wasn't too late.
Nate's POV
As Jason flew across the room, I looked at Mitchie. Even though she never said that she loved me back, the fact that she knew that I loved her was enough for me. I then looked at the door, immediately standing up in front of Mitchie, shielding her from the guy who I assumed was Jake.
He cackled evilly. "Hey Mitchie dear. You missed me?"
Looking at him, I instantly understood what Mitchie meant. He had the look of every dad's pride and joy; blond-hair, blue eyes. But in those blue eyes all I could see was pure evil and insanity. I took a small=step forward, stopping when I saw the gun he held in his hands. I was at least 3in and 50lbs. larger than him, but he had an unfair advantage of a weapon. Looking at him, dead in the eye, I said, "What do you want with Mitchie, Jake?"
Jake looked at me, almost as if he had just noticed me, before he snickered. "I see the slut has a new boy toy. Who the hell do you think you are, you son of bitch? Move aside, this bitch is going to get what she deserves. She cheated on me, and then had me locked in jail, and I'm the bad guy? Bullshit." He snarled, taking a step towards me, gun pointed towards Mitchie and I.
Mitchie spoke up from behind me. "Nate, please just move, it's me he wants. I-I can't see you get hurt. I-I lo-"she was cut off by the bastard himself.
"Shut up! You don't love him Mitchie! You love me. Only me!" Jake yelled, advancing towards us.
Mitchie then got away from behind me, and ran toward Jake. "I'm sorry Nate; I just want this to be over! I don't want anyone else to get hurt.
Naturally faster than Mitchie, I ran in front of her, pushing her aside. Then I heard two gunshots.
Shane's POV
I ran to Mitchie's room, seeing Jason lying on the floor, knocked out. I quietly retrieved the gun from underneath my shirt, cocking it. Quietly, I inched my way to the door, to be met with Jake's back. Inside, Nate, was shielding Mitchie, who was crying behind him. All of a sudden, Mitchie ran out from behind Nate, saying "I'm sorry!" Just as fast, Nate ran in front of her, pushed her aside, and Jake and I both shot our guns. Right before Jake fell, he turned around, shock evident on his face when he saw me. I had managed to shoot his heart through his back, and he instantly fell, dead. I then looked at Nate and Mitchie, for another gunshot had rang out in perfect harmony with mine. Shocked with what I saw, all of the blood drained from my face.
Oh. My. God.
Nate's POV
The first thing I did when I heard the gunshots was look at Mitchie. There was a pool of blood surrounded by her feet, but for the most part, she looked unharmed, but for some reason, she was staring at me. Her face was twisted into an expression mixed with shock and horror; but she was unharmed. Confused, I looked at the front of the room, shocked to see Shane standing at the door, his chest moving heavily, a gun in his hand. He too also had a horrified look on his face, staring at me. Once again confused, I looked at the floor, seeing Jake, dead on the floor, surrounded by another pool of blood. But wait, if Jake is across the room, then whose blood is, wait. Now I understood. I looked down at myself, only to see that I was bleeding from my chest. All of a sudden, an unimaginable pain ripped through my chest. Horrified, I cried out, falling to the ground. Almost immediately, Shane and Mitchie came to my side.
Shane ripped my shirt open, putting his hand to my chest, trying to stop the blood flow. "Nate! Hold on man! You can't leave me! I've finally got you back man! We can be a family! I'll leave Mitchie alone, just—don't die!" He sobbed.
I chuckled, using all of my strength to say, "Its ok man. I love you to. Take care of Mitch."
Mitchie then cried out, "No! Nate, please, I need you! I – I love you! Damn it, why don't you ever listen to me? I should be the one dying!" She cried, leaning down to kiss me.
My now bleeding heart soared. "Mitchie." I rasped, in pain. "Don't you dare blame yourself. I love you too, that's why I did it. Please, promise me that you'll take care of yourself. Go on with your life, just—don't forget about me." With that, I got one last look at my Mitchie, before I closed my eyes. The last thing I remember hearing was Mitchie and Shane crying, and doctors calling out to them to move. I remembered being lifted on something, and then a bright light flashed before my eyes, Mitchie's face imprinted in my mind forever. With that, my entire world went black.
A/N: Well, that's all folks! I hope that you enjoyed this story as much as I did, and I would like to thank you all for reviewing and reading. Don't forget to leave me a lot of comments, and then I will post an epilogue. Love Always, Angie.