The flashing light of the phone was the only thing illuminating the place. There was a little fox yelping in the distance. Tanpopo was still on the floor, lifeless as ever. The clock on the wall chimed eight times, telling anyone that it was eight in the morning. The lock on the door clicked open. His eyes swept over the tiny place to find her.
Seeing the phone hanging above the surface of the floor. He stalked around to the phone. Kneeling down to the body, now pale as a ghost. She looked horrible. Her eyes were glossed over, almost glass like. Blood and vomit spilled from her mouth. Her clothes were ripped, stained in many places. He could hear water running, he went into the bathroom. Found the sink still on. Over flowing like a fountain. Empty pill bottles on the floor, picking one up he read the label. This was one he knew. An Anti-Depressant. He checked for a pulse, cursing to himself to no one in general, he picked up the girl and dialed 9-1-1.
Now he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair. Other people sitting there with there rapid coughing and little kids whining because they don't want to be there. Somewhere music was playing, not anything fancy, just classical music. He like many people were waiting for the what the doctor was gonna say. Hiding his face in his hands to try to take the guilt and blame away from himself. No he wasn't trying to give it to someone else, just trying to mask it from himself. He had followed her home after she had left the apartment window. That's when she called him, of all people, she had called him, after she over dosed. The words still echoed in his mind, like a leach sucking blood from its frightened victim.
'Please...help me..'
This had been his fault. Snapped back to reality by a door closing. He looked up and saw the doctor. Your typical doctor, glasses, white sterol jacket, and very patient of reactions. Though when he heard it, he was numb.
" Sir, you may see her now. Shes sleeping though when she awakes, she may not remember you. For that I am sorry. I do how ever ask you to not tell her what happened, the shock may push her back to child like behavior. She was lucky...well she is in critical condition, so it is very unlikely that she will be awake for a month.'' The doctor led him to the room.
"Uh one question, what is your name?"
" Damien..."