I would like to make a big deal out of this but I shouldn't. Someone took one of my ideas in chapter 1 when Eli gave Clare his phone number. I would like to say BITCH IMMA GO LINCOLN PARK RAPIST ON YOU but I won't cause that means you liked my idea. But whoever steals any more of my ideas will have a Lincoln Park Rapist on their doorstep. K thanks.
PS If you get confuse during this chapter. Julia=Margret. I didn't like Julia so I changed it.
Eli's POV:
Clare was looking a little worried when she came in. I smiled every minute she got closer. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. She was looking around in confusion. She must've been wondering about the lady in the chair, my mom. When Reese had stabbed me, my mom had watched the stabbing part. I nearly collapsed in front of Morty when she came and drove me to the hospital. The more Clare glanced the more I was worried about Clare starting to ask questions. I just wanted to see Clare's eyes. How blue they were, but my eyes got heavier. My eyes closed, I couldn't hold on. It was blank.
Clare's POV:
I started breathing heavy. Eli's heart rate was lowering. A tear started to trickle down my cheek. He was close to dying. I didn't even give him a kiss, not even a hug. I wanted it to be a typical Friday night, lying on the couch watching a movie or asking deeper questions about each other. I would make sure to tell him the one thing I could always tell him, "I love more than you will ever know. Why was God putting me through this? Was he trying to show me that good things can slip away easily? Why should I worry about this when Eli was practically dying in front of me. I was standing there worrying about my problems. The doctors and nurses rushed into the room. One of the nurses came up to me, "M'am I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She said as she guided me to the door. When I got out I was running towards an empty corridor. My back was against the wall, I slid down to the floor. Sobbing as hard as I could. Eli just slipped away, right from my fingers. Again everything comes back to the same thing, Why?
Eli's POV:
I was still in the blackness when a ball of air came through my lungs. I gasped. Doctors were struggling to revive me. They had a pattern going. How could I see myself? Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. A figure was in front of me. "Grandma?" Her hair was curly white. Just like Grandma's. But Grandma was dead, was I dead? I heard a beep on the machine on the machine. My heart rate was producing '34...52...66" I felt another tap.
"No you silly. It's me, Margret." My eyes got bigger. She looked the same as she did when she passed away. She was in a hospital gown, it was a little bloody from her wounds. I couldn't believe this is what I did to her. She smiled and tugged my pinky. Obviously she wanted to go some where. Then I was back into reality. My eyes opened and saw a room full of nurses. They were whispering around each other. One of the doctors came up to me and explained what had happened. But all I could think about was where Clare was when all of this happened. Did she actually see my body trying to be revive. I doubt it though, where was she now?
Clare's POV:
It was a little dreary in the corridor. I saw a doctor wandering he stopped, "Are you Clare?" I looked up I sighed and shook my head. He sat down next to me, "He's going to be fine. His surgery from earlier didn't go as expected. While recovering one of his muscles teared when he tried to lift an arm. When he tore it, it sent a nerve into a reaction. If I go any further I might scare you. He'll be fine." Fine. That's all. He can't be just fine, he had to be perfect. I got up with a stumble and walked to Eli's room. I turned around from a tap, a nurse with a disapproving look. She gestured me in. I ran over to Eli's side. He was still a little sleepy. I bent down and kissed him. If there was one thing that wasn't original it would be a hospital kiss.
There y'alls have it chapter 21. Chapter 22 will be up on Friday or Sunday. Depending on how my Aunt's wedding plan is gonna go. Thanks! R&R!