"GUYS WE CANT GET THE FLUID OUT HER LUNGS, HER RIBS ARE SHATTERED!" WILL SHE LIVE" NOT SURE VERY SMALL CHANCE"
at that moment I slowly fade away an-
*******she died******
Zekes POV
I later get a call from the hospital,
"Sir, I am terribly sorry but Lyla died mid operation to get the fluid out of her lungs." I cringe and I can no longer feel my legs. I drop the phone, "I can not live without Lyla, I want to be with her" I leave to the kitchen, I grab a knife and take it back to my room. I place it on my bed and I go in the bathroom and grab the pills, I take half the bottle I go back to my room. I take the knife to my wrists and lie on my bed. waiting for death.
Than I no longer see my room only darkness and a small bright light.
