Wheee.. Next chapter, here I come!
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Fi didn't have a hard time explaining what happened to them. Her mom, Ned and Irene clung to the quickest lie she could come up with.
They rushed over to the hospital and greeted Fi with hugs and worried, "Are you okay?" 's.
"Fiona! What happened to your hand?!"
Fi had actually forgotten about her hand in all the commotion. "It was hurt, mom."
"Obviously. Come on, honey, let's have them look at it."
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Fi, Ned, Molly and Irene sat in the lobby. Fi's hand had 2 broken bones and was placed in a cast. But, the whole time they were examining her she didn't even feel it.
It was like she was numb because she was lost in her thoughts. What if Carey dies? What would she do?
Go on living, of course. But, she didn't think she could if that happened.
She prayed nothing was going to happen to him. But, they really couldn't tell. After stopping her thoughts for a few minutes she heard shoe scuffing on the floor and she looked up.
It was the doctor. He looked grim faced and turned to talk to Ned and Irene.
Fi listened in to their conversation.
"I'm afraid your son has lost a lot of blood. A little too much. He's stable right now. But, I have a feeling he won't make it through the night."
Irene stood still for a moment but suddenly fainted and was caught by Ned before she hit the floor.
Ned looked up to the doctor. "Can we see him when she wakes up?"
"Of course, Mr. Bell." the doctor nodded and walked away.
Ned nodded and helped a now waking Irene to her chair. "He said we can go see him."
Irene nodded and let herself get helped up by her husband. They walked towards Carey's room.
Fi watched them as they went and it seemed to take forever for them to come back.
It was 45 minutes later they came out, Irene crying slightly. Fi sat up quickly. "May I go see him now?"
Ned nodded and Fi left for his room.
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She opened the door slowly and walked in and sat on the nearest chair next to the bed. She looked at his pale face. He already looked dead. No wonder Irene was crying.
Fi lifted her hand and grabbed onto Carey's and squeezed.
"Oh, god." she heard herself whisper. "What did I do? I'm so sorry Carey." She was quiet for a moment. "Please don't die. Don't you know?
"You don't understand. You can't die. I love you too much for you to die. Do you know what that would do to me? It would kill me as well."
Fi felt herself starting to cry.
She squeezed her eyes tight. But was suddenly surprised by a light squeeze from the hand she was holding. Her eyes shot open quickly to find Carey laying there with his eyes opened slightly.
Fi breathed a heavy sigh of relief and smiled at him.
"Hi." she whispered to him.
"Hi." he whispered back.
Fi's eyes began to water again. She saw him reach his pale hand up and softly brush her tears away with his hand. She then closed her hand around his shutting her eyes against his touch.
"Did you mean it Fi?"
Fi opened her eyes to look at him. She looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"Do you really love me?" Carey asked. She smiled, closed her eyes, and nodded her head.
Carey sighed a breath of relief. He reached up carefully and went to pull her down to him. But it didn't look very comfortable to him so, he helped her up to lay on the bed on top of him. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes once more.
Carey placed his hands on the small of her back. It wasn't long before he was hugging her tightly, Fi reciprocating. His face was buried in her hair and he was almost to the point of crying.
Fi was enjoying the warmth he gave her. She loved the feeling. It was like she couldn't get enough of it. She felt Carey give her a light kiss on her cheek and she pulled back to look at him.
It seemed like ages they were looking at each other. But only after a few seconds, Fi gently dropped her head to his mouth kissing him lightly. It was a sweet kiss but they stopped, knowing one of their parents could come in.
Fi's head now rested on Carey's shoulder. His hand was running through her hair and he sighed and whispered into her hair softly, "I love you too, Fiona."
She smiled against his shoulder but felt his hand suddenly stopped running through her hair and Fi felt Carey become stiff.
"Oh, god." she pulled back to looked at his face. He had a faint smile on his face and his eyes were open slightly. But he was dead. And that very second his features were imprinted on her mind. Forever engraved in her memory.
She brought a shaky hand up to his neck, touched it for a second, but pulled it back quickly.
She immediately got up in fright. Moved back away from him like he had a disease.
"N..no. No! Wake up! Carey, Wake up!!" she looked frantically over to the heart rate monitor. It was flat-line. But, without realizing that she was still moving backwards and she had fell off the bed.
But that still hadn't stopped her from moving. She kept scooting herself backwards until she hit the wall. She dragged her legs up to her chest and sat in an up-right fetal position and didn't even notice when the doctors came in. Didn't notice they tried to revive him. Didn't notice they couldn't. Didn't notice when the doctors stated his time of death. Didn't notice her mom that ran in the room to comfort her. Didn't notice Ned and Irene were also in the room crying to each other.
She just sat there. Carey's face flashing through her mind.
And finally when she felt she was going to cry, no tears came. None at all.
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ah hahaha. Yes, he is dead. For sure. Ain't commin' back, neither. Hope you guys don't permanently hate me, but, there will be a "happy" ending.
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muahaha!