From The Eyes of... Everyone?

Entry 3

Gasps fill the air as the blood falls to the ground. The bullet embedded into the wall behind us. The shooter is already gone, I'm left applying pressure and screaming for help while my husband dies. The neighbor is on the phone with the ambulance but all I can focus on is the wet warmth of crimson spurting between my fingers, the beautiful ring on my left hand stained with it. There's now hot tears on my face as the gurgles stop and the gasps stop. The blood just flows now, the body lifeless. I cry out and look back to see the  paramedics rush in, a minute to late. I'm dragged backwards and a prick in my arm tells me I've been given drugs. I sag into the wall unable to support my weight, my legs buckle and I fall...and fall..and fall. Eyes glued wide open as his body is shocked, once, twice, three times. No heartbeat. None at all. He refuses to come back so after him I must go. The neighbors crowd the hallway as my limp body is put on the stretcher, his in a cold dark body bag. Rolled down the hall of my building, everything is fuzzy in my head and eyes. Nothing makes sense. I can't form a coherent thought. A bright light moves from one eye to the next, a muffled voice asks me something. Nothing reaches me. But like a slap of ice cold water a sentence breaks through. "She's pregnant, 4 months....." The rest fades out, I curl my fingers and jolt up. 

Warmth... Soft, fluffy, warmth; a purr. Snoring? I rub my eyes and sit up, I look around and burst into tears. A nightmare, nothing but a nightmare. My cat mews at me from her spot on the bed, my husband sleeping peacefully still. My hands drift down to my belly. Could it be? I climb carefully out of bed but a voice stops me, "Hey...Hey what's wrong? Come here love.." I fall back into bed as my husband, alive and warm pulls me into his arms. My tears create a wet stain on his chest as I shake my head an mumble "Nightmare again..."