Note: this chapter is rated PG13 for language
Garret Macy's POV
When I got the courage to go inside, my insides were just a rock in my stomach. Woody was slumped in a corner his eyes glazed over with worry and fear, they were no longer the sapphire, glossy eyes, I had seen so many times, they were downcast and grey, dull and bewildered. His hands shook with each breath he took, "Detective Hoight," I whispered it cut threw the silence like a hot knife threw butter, he didn't look up. "She's sleeping" was all he said, "What?" "Ten minutes ago, they brought her in, said she flat lined once, but they think she'll be okay, it's minute by minute though." He twittles his thumbs nervously, I see the pain in his eyes, he feels as though it's his fault she downed all those pills.
"Joe," I whisper to Jordan, she looks so angelic in the hospital bed, tubes running in and out of her, her skin glows and her hair spread out under her, she looks as if she's dreaming happily, yet I knew she was drowning. She was drowning right under the surface of the water, reaching desperately up, and people reached down, yet she was unable to reach far enough, so she was drowning slowly, so close yet so far away.
"I swear Jordan, if you die, you'll never get that raise you and I talked about." I tried to joke but it wasn't funny, she just lay there with all those tubes, like an innocent child, lost and alone. "That wasn't funny" Woody said dispiritedly.
Jordan's POV
What the hell are all these tubes? Where the hell am I? How come it smell like a hospital... I'm in a hospital, ha, figures. I look around the room, various vases of flowers and balloons, wow, that's really sweet, I didn't know I was that loved. A face came into view, who is it? Nigel.
"Sweet Nancy, your awake, how do you feel luv?" "I have a headache the size of Detroit, what happened?" "I am going to be honest with you Jord. you tried to kill yourself they've kept you out for two days now, you're a lucky little lass." "I did" his face was so somber he didn't have to answer, I tried to sit up, but the room started to spin, figuring that's not normal, I laid back down. Then I began to remember that night, Woody, and the smell of him so close. "Oh, God, Nige, did I try to kill myself at Woody's apartment?" he looked at me with sympathetic eyes, God knows I love Nigel but right then I wanted to smack the hell out of him. "Yeah Love, you found his Prozac in his bathroom. When he woke up you were almost gone." "I feel like such a bitch" I whispered to myself "You should, he hasn't come out of his house since Macy took him home yesterday" I looked at him doggedly but said nothing. "Who are those from?" I asked pointing to the Vases of flowers scattered across my room.
"Peter, me, Garret, Woody, Bug, Lily, Emmy, and the Balloons are from Officer Winslow." He said pointing to the assorted flowers that decorated my room, "Now get some sleep, we have to get you back to the morgue" before long I was alone, with my thoughts. I knew I was Alone, in the end, I was alone
Garret Macy's POV
When I got the courage to go inside, my insides were just a rock in my stomach. Woody was slumped in a corner his eyes glazed over with worry and fear, they were no longer the sapphire, glossy eyes, I had seen so many times, they were downcast and grey, dull and bewildered. His hands shook with each breath he took, "Detective Hoight," I whispered it cut threw the silence like a hot knife threw butter, he didn't look up. "She's sleeping" was all he said, "What?" "Ten minutes ago, they brought her in, said she flat lined once, but they think she'll be okay, it's minute by minute though." He twittles his thumbs nervously, I see the pain in his eyes, he feels as though it's his fault she downed all those pills.
"Joe," I whisper to Jordan, she looks so angelic in the hospital bed, tubes running in and out of her, her skin glows and her hair spread out under her, she looks as if she's dreaming happily, yet I knew she was drowning. She was drowning right under the surface of the water, reaching desperately up, and people reached down, yet she was unable to reach far enough, so she was drowning slowly, so close yet so far away.
"I swear Jordan, if you die, you'll never get that raise you and I talked about." I tried to joke but it wasn't funny, she just lay there with all those tubes, like an innocent child, lost and alone. "That wasn't funny" Woody said dispiritedly.
Jordan's POV
What the hell are all these tubes? Where the hell am I? How come it smell like a hospital... I'm in a hospital, ha, figures. I look around the room, various vases of flowers and balloons, wow, that's really sweet, I didn't know I was that loved. A face came into view, who is it? Nigel.
"Sweet Nancy, your awake, how do you feel luv?" "I have a headache the size of Detroit, what happened?" "I am going to be honest with you Jord. you tried to kill yourself they've kept you out for two days now, you're a lucky little lass." "I did" his face was so somber he didn't have to answer, I tried to sit up, but the room started to spin, figuring that's not normal, I laid back down. Then I began to remember that night, Woody, and the smell of him so close. "Oh, God, Nige, did I try to kill myself at Woody's apartment?" he looked at me with sympathetic eyes, God knows I love Nigel but right then I wanted to smack the hell out of him. "Yeah Love, you found his Prozac in his bathroom. When he woke up you were almost gone." "I feel like such a bitch" I whispered to myself "You should, he hasn't come out of his house since Macy took him home yesterday" I looked at him doggedly but said nothing. "Who are those from?" I asked pointing to the Vases of flowers scattered across my room.
"Peter, me, Garret, Woody, Bug, Lily, Emmy, and the Balloons are from Officer Winslow." He said pointing to the assorted flowers that decorated my room, "Now get some sleep, we have to get you back to the morgue" before long I was alone, with my thoughts. I knew I was Alone, in the end, I was alone