Shane's pov
Claire; my baby; I'm losing everything. The blood still lies where she lay, pooled and swirled in horrifying disgust. I wanted to be there with her, I wanted to hold her but I couldn't move; I was frozen; I was scared. They've taken her away; they didn't take her quick enough, I saw the blood, the worry in the doctors' eyes… I heard them call emergency theatre. Their voices were raw with panic; under that cool emotionless faces. Claire's doctor, Doctor Mills, was called; unlike the others he didn't hide his fear. His eyes zoomed to the blood, then Claire's face to then rest upon my own; only to then return to Claire. He ordered them with weird numbers and words; all medical talk then she was whisked out the room…. leaving a trail.
Eve's trying to cope but her sobs are uncontrollable; she's trying to blame herself for this, what makes it worse is that she knows she was the one who hit Claire's stomach- she thinks it's all her fault. I know she feels bad but, well it's not her in theatre. It sounds terrible but it's more than truthful; she isn't to blame- in no way is she to blame. One shove couldn't have caused all this; she wasn't just bleeding… she was bleeding. It never stopped or slowed, it ran from her. The doctors looked past the blood, I couldn't! I saw the pool of red, the thick pulsing red… I didn't want to see but how could I not?
That was my girl, and that was my baby. What if I lose one of them; what if I lose both of them? I can't, going back to the Glass house, with it empty along with my heart.
Day-Dream
The house is cold. Cold without Claire. The hospital battled with her life, and failed. She along with my baby perished in that hospital theatre. Theatre 1.3, August 14th 2011… I lost everything. She died, her heart couldn't take it, her organs shut down- she lost too much blood. The doctor wasn't sorry, the bags hung under his eyes; he wanted to go home; see his family; kiss his wife… I didn't even get to marry my beautiful Claire. She fought for my life, I didn't for her. I'm guilty of that. I can't even look in her room; everything is how she left it. Bed unmade; laundry basket over flowing (she never liked the basement!); our photo pinned in the corner of her mirror.
Her pillow still full of her scent; her smile still fresh in my heart; her loss still raw in my veins. She's gone and now I'm not hunted by the fighter - they lost their fight- I'm alone; Michael and Eve aren't what I need; what I need is someone who will love me and I don't think they really do… if anything they pity me. Truthfully I just want my Claire… back to before the bite club, before the baby… where we had a future.
Day-dream end
I can't let that happen, I can't be without her; what would I do? Who would I love? She's my princess; she's my soul-mate. I just love her. Whatever I do, she's there. I don't deserve her but then does anyone?