Whoo hoo Friday! Weekend ahead! Here you guys go...Chapter 4
The doctor came out of the room exhausted. He felt pressure weighing down on his heart. Angela and Booth ran up to him.
He slowly took off his mask and revealed his solemn face. He pulled together all of his courage and began to apologize, "We tried everything we could. The bullet was placed in a very dangerous place. She lost a lot of blood. It was a wonder that she stayed with us until now."
Angela began to sob, placing her hand over her mouth. Her eyes burned with tears as it rolled down her face. She shook her head.
Booth didn't believe him. "You are lying." He rolled up his fists. "She can't be dead!"
"I don't believe you," Angela said through her tears. "I don't believe you!" She yelled before running into the OR. He's lying. Tempe would never leave me. Booth and I know she's stronger.
The door slammed open and Angela stood at the entrance. She didn't enter. Hesitation took her over as she heard the flatline on the monitor still going. Finally she saw her best friend lay on the table.
She walked to the table slowly. And looked down at her friend. Temperance looked peaceful and serene but cold and lifeless. Her hair had been flattened down on her forehead onto the sweat of the once warm body. Angela slowly moved Tempe's hair to the side and cupped her cheek.
"Tempe…," Angela called out, her voice trying to remain strong. She picked up Tempe's hand. She broke down again, allowing fits of sobs to resume. "You said we'd be together. Why? Why did you leave me already?" Angela kneeled down onto the ground still clutching her friend's hand. She held it close to her face and felt what was left of the warmth. "Why?" she whispered as she rocked herself. "Tempe…"
This cannot be real. I cannot accept this.
The world around her began to disappear. Hope, happiness, all of it slipping away. The only thing keeping her: the escaping warmth of Temperance's hand. Everything else slowly became unreal.
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