The sound of the flatline was followed by the nurses and doctors rushing into the room. "I need someone to get him out of here." He heard one of the doctors say. "WHATS HAPPENING!?!?" He yelled. A nurse walked Jim out of the room and back down to the waiting room. "Is she gonna be okay?" He asked her. "We're gonna do everything that we can." She said back.
He waited and waited and waited and the
doctor finally came back. "We did everything that we could. I'm sorry for your loss." She stated. Jim couldn't speak. It felt as though his world stopped spinning and he couldn't move. His wife was dead. She was never coming back.
He couldn't wrap his head around it. He would never hug or kiss her again. He would never get to dance with her again. No more late night bonding. No more drunk laughing.
He didn't remember walking out of the hospital to his truck. The snow didn't faze him at all. He barely acknowledged the drive home. He pulled into the driveway, slowly walking up to the front door. He opened it to look into the dark quiet house. El must've gone to bed. Or so he thought. He walked up stairs and up to the bathroom. He felt like he could pass out. He walked in and leaned against the wall, falling to the floor. He buried his face in his arms, crying into them. He tried not to scream but was finding that very difficult.
He found himself able to move again and walked to his bedroom. But he was greeted with El laying in their bed watching tv. "Hi." She greeted. Though he didn't respond. He laid down next to her, not knowing what to say or how to say it. "When is mom gonna be home?" She asked innocently, having no idea of the recent events. "She's not." He answered unintentionally. "What do you mean?" She asked worried. "She's dead." He didn't have enough energy or consciousness to have a full answer.
"Dad?" He heard his daughter say but assumed it was the voices in his head. "Dad?" He heard it again. The feeling of a hand on his shoulder jolted him awake. "What happened!?" He asked frantically. "Uh... mom's home." She explained. He sat up and walked downstairs. Joyce was setting her stuff down on the kitchen counter when he saw her.
He walked over to her, scooping her into his arms. He kissed all over her face. "Are you okay?" He asked worried. "Yes I'm fine." He pulled her back into his arms. "I love you so fucking much." He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"I love you too." He glanced over at the clock. "It's midnight." He exclaimed. "Yeah, I had to do inventory until 11:30. I would've called but the lines were down." She said. "I see." With that he carried her upstairs, letting her get changed and climbed into bed with her.
He rolled her on top of him, pressing her chest to his. She rested her head in the crook of his neck. "Don't ever die." He said sternly. "I'll try not to." She reassured him. He held her tightly against him, never wanting to let go. "Why do you seem so tense?" She lifted her head up. "I thought something bad happened to you." He moved the hair out of her face. "Nothing bad happened. I promise." She pressed a kiss to his lips.
He smirked against her lips and flipped them over so he was on top. Her fingers were in his hair. He devoured her mouth, caressing her waist. Sliding one of his hands under her top, he pushed one of her breasts up. He lifted her shirt over her head, and tugged her pants down. He pulled his shirt off as she kicked down his pants. He continued to kiss all over her body. "God I can't get enough of you." Their tongues fought for dominance. There was a knock at their door. They quickly got under the covers. "Yeah?" Joyce asked trying to sound as normal as possible. "Where are the Gatorade's?" El asked. The two adults looked at each other. "In the drawer of the fridge. You need to go to bed soon." Joyce answered. Hopper looked at Joyce resuming where they left off. "I heard skin to skin is the best for staying warm." He said matter of factly....
