If Death Wasn't a Thing

Chapter eighteen

She hadn’t thought about the what if’s for a long time, all she did was enjoy each moment with Melody — each passing day.

She had been her happiest with no other person beside, she wished for no other person. How could she when she had it all, every piece of happiness, joy, love and peace — her.

Giggling she let her feet guide her as fastest as they could. The wind blew just about right with the grey clouds hovered high in the sky, her loosely strands of hair covering her face as a violent blew of wind blew past.

Stopping in her tracks Rose brushed the strands of hair back. Feeling a tiny drop of water fall on her face the girl furrowed her eyebrows, it was raining too soon.

She stretched out her hand to taste weather if it would actually start raining. Feeling another drop, a lot more than before Rose tilted her head back facing the grey sky.

And it was about to rain, the tiny showers was just a starter up before the rainy storm overtook a decent day. With a sigh she wiped off the droplets fallen on her face, “I never liked the rain. It usually rains when something bad happens, it has always.” she sadly murmured remembering all the time it rain and when it did, with what situation she was always placed in.

Staring far into the vast park, everyone clearing out going to get to safety before they got soaked and cold. Parents calling out to their children, the children hugging their playground friends good bye before running off into their mother or father’s arms.

Parents something she had but not anymore. Snapping away from the families direction she caught sight of a happy young couple giggling as they ran out of the ran, a small smile creeped it’s way on face.

Turning to her own love she happily smiled, “We should get—”

Her heart dropped, broke into a million pieces at the sight as words failed her. Staring at her blue hair getting soaked with the rain, the droplets effortlessly rolling off her face to the ground  — almost lifeless on the ground.

Rushing over to her Rose dropped to the ground on her knees. “Melody!” she shouted shaking the unconscious girl. “Please don’t leave me.” she whispered hanging on to the little hope she had as she called for help.

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The waiting room, where all troubled heart sat as they waited and waited for a tiny bit of information, the slightest stark of hope and assurance.

Their heart leaping a bear or two each time those doors swang open, seating at the edge of their seat, their hearts ponding against their ribcage like an animal not wanting to be contained.

She was always the bearer of news, the good or bad. Delivering it to the patient’s family or loved one, and each time she walked towards them she her heart sunk.

She hardly ever managed to look past their anxious faces, or the sad face covered in dried up tears — salty streams opening a gate to the soul.

Now how the tables had turned. Seated in those cold hospital waiting chairs, in the tiny room almost feeling suffocated. The raindrops still vibrant rolling down her face to the wet paddle she had created from her soaked clothes.

Rose snapped her head to the direction of squeaking, she watched as the door swung open revealing the blonde hair. Jumping off her seat she met the doctor halfway, “How is she May?” Rose asked impatiently waiting for a response.

It killed her friend to see her like this, getting a hold of her hand May gave her a light squeeze. “Her heartbreak is normal for now but she is still unconscious. She needs the operation today Rose.” May spoke trying her best to assure her of the best, walk past the dark possibilities.

“I’ll help, I’ve done surgery before.” Slipping her hand out of hers Rose walked past May heading out the room. May gripped onto her hand before she could leave, “You won’t.”

“But—”

Shaking her head May sat Rose down while she took a squat in front of her. “You’re not in the best mental and emotional state to carry out this. I won’t let you operate on her.” she explained giving Rose a pleading look to understand.

“I have to, I need to. I have to make sure she’s okay.” Rose spoke with panic, almost on the verge of tears?

May gave Rose a light pat on her knee gaining her attention. “She’ll be okay, trust me. I’ll make sure she is.” standing up she smiled at Rose as best as she could. “Now get yourself out of those freezing clothes and relax.”

Rose sighed hugging herself, she had began to feel a bit chilly. “I can’t.” she whispered staring at the floor.

“Try Rose, for her. She won’t leave you.” May spoke placing both her arms on the girl’s shoulder flashing her, her perky smile.

“People have already left me May, I can’t loose her too.” the girl whispered her voice cracking a bit, she looked to tiny and vulnerable — so hopeless.

All May could do was pull her into a friendly hug even if she was as wet as a pig. Running her hand up and down her back she tried calming her friend, “That you won’t.” she said before pulling out of the hug.

Giving Rose one last squeeze she left her arm fall from her side. “Her parents will be here soon, stay strong for her. I’ll leave now.” with a smile she turned and walked out.

Feeling a arm creep around her shoulder Rose turned meeting the pink haired nurse. “It will be okay.” he mumbled pulling her closer, her head resting on his shoulder.

“She’s my happiness.”

“She will always be.” Beth whispered throwing a tiny blanket over her cold body, the world outside still pouring out.

“She has to be okay.”