Paige paced the waiting room. She felt guilty for treating Mike the way she had for the past few weeks. Her mind raced with thoughts of how she could have prevented this. She mentally slapped herself for not telling Mike how much he meant to her.
"You're going to walk a hole into the floor." Paige glared at Briggs, he put his hands up in defeat. She began pacing again. She thought about how Mike was the kind of person who would never break a promise. So, she wouldn't let herself think about the possibility of Mike dying, because he promised that he wouldn't. But, in the back of her mind, she knew that there was a possibility that he wouldn't make it. She continued to pace the hours away.
Three hours passed, then four, the five, at the six hour doubt crept into her mind. She worried that she would never get to see his blue eyes again or be held in his muscular arms. She longed for his sweet voice to call her name. Her legs grew tired and she sat down. Her mind was spinning with endless possibilities. She was so lost in thought that she almost didn't notice the doctor head their way.
"For Michael Warren?" The group stood and Paige pushed her way to the front. The doctor looked tired and sad. "The stab wound to his chest, pierced his lung. The damage was too extensive to repair, so we had to remove the lung. That was a very painstaking procedure. The stab wound to his abdomen, damaged his stomach. Acid was slowly leaking out. We repaired the damage to his stomach, but the acid caused a great deal of damage. His heart couldn't take the strain and we lost him. I am very sorry." The doctor paused for a moment. "He did tell me to give a message to Paige." Paige looked at the doctor. "Right before surgery he made me promise to tell you that if he didn't make, he wanted you to know that he was sorry for breaking his promise." The doctor turned and left the people to grieve.
Paige started to sob. She was heart broken and devastated. A wave of guilt washed over her. She had caused this, she was the reason that Mike was dead. She was to blame. She didn't deserve to live. Johnny walked over and gave Paige a hug, he whispered in her ear.
"I know what you're thinking P. This is not your fault. It is Sulla's." Paige cried harder and sank to the floor. No matter what anyone told her, she knew she was at fault for Mike's death.
TO BE CONTINUED!