We Live Forever

Chapter 4: Alone Again

Hank's POV:

It felt like the room was spinning, it felt everything was spinning. My hands were shaking and it felt like I couldn't breathe. I looked down at her face and couldn't help, but feel responsible. 

I did my best to focus and ground myself. Henry, calm down. You're not gonna help by freaking out... in the hallway. Shit. THE KIDS COULD SEE!

I leant down and picked her up into my still shaking arms. I carefully carried her down to the lab and set her down on the table. I caressed her face and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. 

"I'm so sorry love."

Several Weeks Later

"Ah hah!"

I picked up the serum and carefully approached my wife. I slowly inserted the needle into her vein. 

"Please let this one work... I miss you"

I pulled the needle out and threw the stuff into the bin full of discarded serums and needles. 

I waited a while but realized that it didn't work. Again. I ran my hands down my face and sighed in exasperation. 

"How am I ever gonna get you back?"

Crimson's POV:

Several Weeks Ago

I felt myself quickly becoming weak. I lost control of my body and collapsed onto the floor. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything, I was trapped. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, but I saw everything. 

I watched as Hank rushed over. He checked my vitals and I watched him become more and more concerned and panicked. He started to speak to himself. 

"No, no, this can't be happening."

He squeezed my hand. I tried to squeeze. I tried and fought as hard as I could. I want nothing more than to just give him that sign that I'm still here. I couldn't.

"Love? Please..."

Why? I just want to live my life with my husband. Now I'm stuck watching him spiral into a full blown panic attack. 

"Why?"

Present Day

"How am I ever gonna get you back?"

I don't know how much more of this I can take. Stuck laying here all day just watching and listening. It's like torture. During classes I'm all alone. Then as soon as they're done Hank comes in and I watch him lose more and more of himself. 

He said I was in a coma. Comas can last decades. I don't think either of us would really survive that. 

I watched Hank pace around the lab. Hank is usually a very well groomed and clean man. However, that has clearly changed. His suit is wrinkled, his shirt is not tucked in properly, and the collar of his shirt is sticking up at a strange angle. His hair is messy and his facial hair is quite overgrown, pretty soon he'll have a full beard. 

He doesn't even look like the same man. 

A Few Nights Later

It was late at night. Hank was passed out sitting a chair right next to me. Charles walked into the room looking stressed, but then his face reverted to a neutral expression. He slowly shook Hank awake. 

"Hank, you need to wake up."

Hank woke up instantly and looked very stressed. 

"Did something happen?"

"No, no. You need to go to sleep properly. Your students want you to healthy. And Crimson would want you to take care of yourself."

"I have to stay here. I can't let her wake up alone."

"You go to bed. I'll stay here, just in case. I promise."

"What if-"

"GO!"

Hank jumped at the loud noise. He finally got up and I assume went to bed. I took about a minute for something weird to happen. 

Charles, despite his promise got up and just left. He just left? What the fuck Charles?

I was left alone. Once again. I saw Charles walk down the hallway carrying one of the students in his arms. Maybe the kid is sick? Then why would he be passed out like that?

It took hours for Charles to walk back down the hallway with the same kid still knocked out in his arms. 

"Not this one, maybe another. One of them has to have something..."

Author's Note:

I FORGOT AN AUTHOR'S NOTE AGAIN????

Anyways, I had a bad panic attack yesterday because something triggered some really bad memories. I'll probably be gone for a week. Sorry