Chapter 12: Coping with Losses
Mordecai sat motionless by the bed where his lover lay. "Rigby, please come back," he whispered. "Please."
"Sir, I'm sorry, visiting hours are over." said a doctor who had just walked in.
"Please, this is my husband... well, fiance..." Mordecai said, choked up from constant crying.
"I'm sorry, but if it helps, you are allowed to stay in the waiting room as long as you'd like."
"I guess I need to go home at some point... I mean, I've been here for a straight week... he paused when he saw Rigby's monitor begin to flatten. "D-doctor, what s happening?"
"Oh my god," the doctor began, "We need more nurses and an EKG, stat! He's having a massive heart attack!"
"No!" screamed Mordecai, already in tears, "He can t die! I don't care what it costs, just make him better!"
A nurse restrained Mordecai, who kept fighting to get to Rigby. "Please sir, stand down!"
Mordecai fell back in his seat and stopped fighting. And stopped crying... And breathing...
"Doctor! This one fell unconscious!"
[The Next Day]
"W-where am I?" asked Mordecai, as he sat up in a hospital bed.
When he sat up, some IV s shifted in his veins and he cringed, then grabbed his chest. "Fuck! What the hell happened?"
"M-Mordecai?" said Rigby, in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Rigby?" replied Mordecai, who brightened up a bit. You re alive! Thank God!
"Mordecai, I love... I love... I..." Rigby fell back, unconscious.
"No! Help, Doctor! He's unconscious!" shouted Mordecai.
A doctor walked in and, after an EKG and checking vitals, Rigby was rushed out of the room.
"Where are you taking him? Take me too, you bastards!" Mordecai cried out as he stood up and ripped the needles from his arms, and cringed again, then fell to the floor, whispering "Rigby..."
The doctor soon came back into the room and picked up Mordecai, and redid his IV's. "I'm sorry... He didn't even make it to the surgery room... We're doing all we can but it doesn't look good."
"Rigby! Rigby!" screamed Mordecai once more. "Come back!"