Deadly love | Chacha

1 second

                      ~Chapter 58~
1 second

Chases POV:

1 second. That's all it takes for your life to go to hell.

1 second ago I was happy. 1 second ago I wasn't watching my child die. 1 second ago I didn't know my girlfriend was slowly bleeding out on the bed.

1 second ago my life wasn't ruined.

I slapped my hand over my mouth and I only just realized my whole body was shaking from the sight

This is one of those moments that doesn't feel real. It feels like you're not controlling your body.

What do I do.
What do I say.
I don't even know where to begin.

What do I do now. Do I just let it happen. Or take her to the hospital.

I slowly walked towards her. My heart pounding. My vision blurring. My legs shaking.

I stepped into the blood puddle again and winced

I looked down at her and she looked traumatized squeezing onto the bear I got for Elliot

Elliot. My son.

Elliot's dead.

Oh my god. Elliot's dead.

no no no no no. Elliot. Is. Dead.

Breathe. Breathe.

I tried to take a deep breath but it wouldn't work. I was hyperventilating.

Pull yourself together?! Fuck!
I can't do this in front of her. I have to cover for her. I have to be okay. If I'm not okay, she will never be okay. We will never be okay.

We can't both be breaking down.
I have to be okay.
I turned around and quickly walked to the bathroom leaving a trail of bloody foot prints

I can't do this! I can't do this?! How can I do this. How can I get through this!

I fell to my knees crying silently

Chase: "no no no no no"
I wispeared

Chase: "why is this happening to us"

No wonder she's scared I'm gonna die! The universe hates me! It hates the both of us. How could it do this?? Make her beat cancer just for our child to die.

Chase: "is that all you can do! You've taken away everything already?! Why don't you do it some more"

How! How could this happen?!
How could we have such bad luck.

I picked myself together and stood up off the bathroom floor.

Pull yourself together.
She needs me to be with her right now.
If we are both a mess, that won't help anyone. I need to be okay for her.

I wiped the test stains off my face and walked out of the bathroom

Chase: "hey"
I wispered

I walked to stand next to her

Chase: "everything's gonna be just fine"
I wrapped my arms around her body and picked her up

The blood dripped from her legs onto the floor

Chase: "Im- I'm gonna take you to the hospital and- we're gonna see what we'll do from there"

She said nothing

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Dr.Jones: "I'm so sorry for your loss"