The Last Of The Stars

Part 2

The battle between life and death was taking over my body as I sunk down into the nearest chair and waited for some news. Would I be able to survive without her? I sat still for an hour. A very long hour. I still hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing Sarah in such a broken state as I stayed there frozen and unmoving - rigid as waxwork while the battle raged inside me. I kept turning cold thinking about what would have happened if paramedics hadn't shown up. I shuddered.

Someone was calling my name. I didn't hear it at first until they were standing right in front of me.

I leaped to my feet. We walked slowly through the hallways of the hospital; the walls were bland and off-white. There was a sickening smell in the air...the smell of iodine and death. We reached big metal doors to an elevator.

I waited impatiently for the doors to open.

Ding.

I felt a shifting under me as my stone-like body was slowing ascending the many floors of the building.

Ding.

The doors opened to admit us onto the fourth floor, which was just as boring as the first.

The nurse and I walked together until we reached the room.

Dejectedly, I stepped through the threshold.

I sank down in the chair next to the bed, waiting once again impatiently. I leaned over and put my head in my hands, trying to dislodge the thoughts and feelings that were consuming my body, setting it aflame and then dousing it with cold water. The scent of blood was still strongly present on my hands. I pulled them away to examine the damage.

I was still shaking.

A stubby nurse walked into the room. "Oh," she gasped. "I didn't realize anyone was in here."

I looked up at her and she jumped back several feet.

I heard a squeal of wheels being pushed down the lament floor.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The many noises of the machines were slowly making their way down the hallway towards the room. Emotions were flooding me, my body not knowing which ones to recognize.

Ignoring the now erroneous smell wafting off of her, I concentrated on her face, her bandages...her wrist. My teeth automatically clenched so hard that if steel were to meet them it would be ripped in half. Pushing my angry thoughts aside, I brought myself back to the angel, the beauty that was lying in this bed, unconscious and broken. At the sight of her, my extremities felt like they were going numb.