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"Dave, what happened?" John yelled as he raced towards him guiding the stretcher. Susan stood on the opposite side.
Dave mumbled a bit, his eyes darting from side to side. "Um, we were running... across the street and... the car came out of no where..."
The memory took over his mind as he set her down. Him and her holding hands as they jumped into the street. Yelling, "go!" Her beautiful hair drifting through the wind. The car zooming forward and striking her small body. Her frail figure lying limp on the ground. His arms, picking her up from the cold asphalt. Breaking through the hospital doors.
Dave sat on his knees resting his head in his hands. "Dr Malucci, are you okay?" asked one of the young med-students. Dave looked up at him. His ebony eyes staring down, curious and pitiful.
The student had an aboriginal look to himself. He had black hair that fell to his shoulders with a light tan. His high cheekbones and well-shaped body gave him a very distinguished look, and he wore thin glasses with a black squared frame giving him an intelligent yet sexy look.
"Are you okay?" he echoed himself once Dave didn't answer.
The young doctor shook his head and stood up to meet the student at eye level. "I'm fine." He whispered as loud as the lump his throat would allow.
The student eyed him suspiciously and having not known what had happened went about as usual.
In the trauma, the doctors were welcomed with several surprises some easier to take care of than others were. But in the end, they found themselves celebrating as their friend's heartbeat attained the normal level.
Later on that day
Lucy lay awake in her room wondering what had happened when she remembered too. The curb, the word, the race, the car, the hit, the road and his arms. "Thank you Dave." Lucy reached into her pants' pocket and pulled out what her brother had given her.
She looked at the picture that Jason had given her. A tear slid down her cheek and stained the photograph. The drip had landed on the setting sun. It was a picture of her and Jason together on the beach from when Lucy was 10. Taking a deep breath Lucy opened the crinkled paper. Jason always crinkled his papers before he folded them. The letter read:
Hey Luce,
I don't have anything to give away, so I didn't bother making a will. But I had to say some stuff to you.
To start off, I love you and I've missed you so much over the years. I can't believe how much more beautiful you've gotten. Every time I think of you I remember the times that we spent at the sunset. We had so much fun! All the years that you've been at school Dad has been torturing me saying that you left to escape me. (I know that he's wrong, don't worry.)
I also want to say that you're the reason I applied at NYU and some other state colleges. I didn't get to tell you but I got in. I'm gonna be a drama teacher! You know Luce you the reason I've done all the good things in my life. You're my inspiration!
Last of all, I want to say don't miss me too much. You've got a great study going, you've got two great guys that really like you and you've got a brother who's super proud of you. Don't ever stop being Lucy Harder, you're my hero and certainly others' too.
Thanks for being my sister and my friend,
Jason
Lucy wiped tears from her eyes. She had never known that her brother felt that way. Lucy grimaced in pain as she put her fisted hand over her heart. "Just in case..." she said pulling out a pen and paper. She put the picture and the letter back in her pocket, laid back and closed her eyes.
"Should we go check on Lucy?" Susan said as she looked at the clock. John nodded and they went together. They walked casually down the hallway hearing the heart monitor beeping, as it should. When they walked in the room, Susan's watch beeped.
"That's strange." She said. "It doesn't usually beep." Suddenly the beeping stopped and turned to a long continuing screech. The two doctors jumped to the side of the bed and began to resuscitate her.
"It's been fifteen minutes John." Susan said with a sigh.
"She's gonna make it." He cried. The others who had added themselves to the room traded glances. Dave and John looked at each other, tears had began to flood John's eyes and fall over the side.
Taking a deep breath, Dave looked up at the clock. "Time of death..." his voice shook. "3:44"
Everybody left the room and left John alone with her, they'd come back later. The doctor looked down at her angelic face. He ran his hand through her bloody hair. It was still soft. Setting his hand on the bed beside her, he felt something. It was a picture and a folded piece of paper.
He took the photograph and looked at it. He laughed lightly. It was her jumping on top of him by the basketball net outside the ER. He sniffled, as he thought back on their time together. He had loved her so much.
John looked up at her sweet face. "I'll miss you Lucy." He stood by her bedside for a few minutes staring at her picture when he thought of Lucy Knight. He had loved her too.
Sighing he said, "I can't believe we've lost two Lucy's in this hospital."
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