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Traci and I were startled to hear something dropping behind us.
Turning to see Luke Callaghan, who just dropped a bouquet of roses. Hunched over holding his stomach and bursting out in laughter, not really caring what he just dropped.
He managed to get out the words, "you two got to be joking me."
Hunched over, vulnerable, I could just walk over there and kick him right there and then. Glancing back to the bed, looking at her, it's like I could hear her voice 'Sam don't do it, be the better man'.
Eventually he decided to get up, he might have thought it was funny except for the fact his girlfriend is laying there in a coma.
"Luke, it's not what it seems like" Traci said fidgeting with her hands.
"Really? So how is it then?" he hissed.
"Well, it's like this," I began sitting as comfortably as I could, "I was telling your girlfriend over here how much I love her. How she doesn't deserve you. Then Traci came and told me that she doesn't love you, she loves me. I'm pretty sure you heard that though." Giving him the best mocking smile I could.
"Then you walked through that door with your cheap ass flowers and now were here. I think that pretty much sums it up, don't you think?" turning my head to Traci.
"Is that so? You know you tried so hard Sammy. You almost got the girl, but this time you didn't. You would think that if she loved you that she would be with you. But is she? No. She's with me. So if you don't mind I would like some time with my girlfriend, alone."
"Is that all she is to you? Just a girl? Just another one of those pretty faces to plaster up on your wall. She's not just a girl. She's Andy McNally, a good human being, a damn good cop, and the girl of my dreams. Now, if you want to be alone your gonna have to kick me out because I'm not going anywhere."
Sitting there I was waiting for him to give me one of those speeches she means so much to mean, I truly care about her my ass.
"Ok guys shut it!" Traci shot up out of her seat. "Here we are in a hospital; someone we care about deeply is laying there in a coma," pointing to Andy, "fighting over who loves her the most, what do you think she would say right now. Right now I don't give a damn who cares about her the most, my best friend is practically dying. So if you're not going to act like grown ups and like were in high school, then get the hell out of here!"
None of saying anything, just sitting there in the dead silence. God how much I miss her yakking my ear off. Just imagining what it would be like with out her. The car would be lifeless, dead, boring. Everything would remind me of her. The rest of my life I would be regretting never telling her how I truly felt.
The rest of my life I would blame myself for her death. I should have saved her, I should have protected her.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Constant beeps bring me back to reality, grabbing my crutches and hopping up to look over at her.
Doctors come rushing in, pushing us out of there way. Nurses shouting what's happening. Everybody rushing around the room, Traci crying her eyes out, Luke motionless, everything was happening so fast.
Before I knew it the paddles were being rushed in.
"Again, Again, Again" the doctor was shouting.
The monitor once again showing no sign of a heart beat. Just a straight line, nothing different happening to that line.
"She's gone" the nurse called.
I felt a tear escape from my eye.
"Call it" another called.
The words I never wanted to hear. NEVER. Gasping for air, wiping another tear that escaped from my eye. My heart sunk right into my chest. Seeing nothing but a lifeless body of the girl I loved. Made me want to kill my self right there and then.
One of the nurses looking up at the clock and calling, "9:37."