Crystal raindrops covered Corey's limp body as he'd still laid there on that nearby dead street corner.
No one had found him yet.
He didn't remember what happened after he was hit, but he did remember that it wasn't the last of the beatings to his body.
He'd gained consciousness halfway through being kicked in the side numerous times, and tried to yell for help... which only resulted in being hit harder, and getting a glass bottle shattered upon his head, which once again sent him unconscious.
Mady's now cold soup covered him too.
Mady.
Mady was all Corey could think about as his back arched against the concrete, his body whispering "don't move" as he tried to get up.
He had to get Mady's ring though... she had to have it.
It was just for her.
Corey winced as he suddenly flipped onto his stomach, and felt a shot of pain rush from his hips to his obliques.
Corey hadn't ever felt pain like that.
And that was when he knew.
Something just told him.
He achingly slid himself back towards where he remembered the horrific scene just happened, him yelling at the driver, then getting punched in the face.
Corey knew that this was gonna be a tough one to get himself out of... and by the time anyone found him it was gonna be even harder.
So even as he crawled across wet pavement towards the ring box, he knew if he lost his life tonight, the ring would be Mady's.
An outstretched arm finally met the moist velvet texture of the box, and his fingers clutched around it.
Bringing it towards him, he heard a voice.
"Sir, are you alright?"
Corey tried to move his neck and look behind him, but the glass in it had prevented him from fully doing so.
"Help," was all Corey could spit out as the voice came towards him, and bent over to assist his bruised body.
"Hey, man..." the voice said. It was a young boy, no older than maybe sixteen. He was wearing a black polo shirt, and look liked he may have just came from work, "You got beat up bad, dude..." the kid continued.
"I know," Corey winced, "I got hit," he continued, wanting to spit out the story so the boy could reiterate it to the police.
"I- I'll call the cops." he said quickly, as Corey watched him pull out his cell phone and start talking.
As the boy's eyes never left Corey's, he noticed the injured man's eye bags begin to droop.
"Kid," Corey spat out.
"Sir? Are you alright?" the boy asked, freaked out by the fact that this man was dying right in front of his face.
"This box," Corey started, as he handed it to the boy, which he wearily took, "This ring is for my girlfriend." Corey coughed, "Please bring it to her— and tell her I love her for forever, ever." he breathed, as he felt his eyesight starting to fade.
The boy looked mortified in front of him, tempted to shake him but not wanting to injure him even more.
"Sir, please you have to stay awake!" he started to tear up, clenching the ring box tight as he heard sirens nearby.
"Call me Corey," he croaked, as his eyes shut completely, and pulse started to fade...
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Micheal sat on the curb, head in his hands as his fingers ran through his sopping wet hair.
The velvet ring box still sat tightly in his hands, as he watched Corey get lifted onto the stretcher.
It'd been a tough night, and now this... to cap his horrid shift? This really topped it off.
He finally took a moment to examine the ring box. It was a big one, and looked perfectly fit for an engagement rink...
His heart sank at the thought of this man not being able to deliver it to his girlfriend himself.
Mikey's fingers finally found the top of the box, hands shaking as he slowly pulled it open.
His stomach suddenly knotted and heart dropped out of his body as he saw the velvet box empty
The ring must have either fallen out, or was taken...
Micheal jumped up as he ran towards the paramedics that were starting to hoist Corey into the back of the ambulance, and screamed, "The ring is gone! Wait!"
As his feet picked up, he took a spill into the wet pavement due to the rain that was now pouring harder than ever.
"Hey kid," an officer ran over to him and helped him up, telling he boy to calm down, as words tumbled out of his mouth quickly, trying to explain the whole story until the officer finally quieted him and told him his parents were on the way.
Mikey wanted to scream, he felt so vulnerable. He hadn't felt this small since he'd frequently tolerate his parents way of punishments when he was thirteen.
But what do you do when a dead man you just met expects you to fulfill his wishes, but you couldn't do it?
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