One Last Time

Chapter IX

Zayd

I sit outside the room, with new scrubs obviously as I watch her. They won't let me go in and hold her and I don't know why. Over these past few weeks she didn't just become my best friend but possibly the love of my life. I don't know how I would be if I just left her, you know? It's not fair to her. I know I'm not saying goodbye but, I'm worried about her. Yes, I'm aware it's withdrawals but those same withdrawals have hurt her and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

The doctor steps out and I try to sneak in. He puts a hand between me and the door. "Fuck me. Please doc, let me go see her. When she wakes up she's going to want to see me." I said as I met his eyes. He sighed. That was a sigh of defeat. "What the hells wrong man?" He looked me in the eyes. "She's gotten better so, we're taking her to a hospital. She's done with rehab and no ones able to pay for it. She has no insurance or no one to call."

My heart drops and I feel a lump in my throat. My stomach is trying to let out a sob but, it's not occurring. What about the dance to Unchained Melody by Elvis Presely? We didn't get to finish it last night. I needed to see her and I wanted to see her now and there was nothing the man could stop it from happening. I go in past him. I come to an empty room and I saw an ambulance leave out the window. I go up to it and a sob escapes. "I didn't get to say goodbye, one last time and you fuckers took her from me! Why wouldn't you let me see her?"

I scream and yell and throw things. I try to run after her but they catch me and the nurses hold me back. "She's gone Zayd. She's not coming back either." I would curl my fingers up into a ball to the point they turn white. They would bring me back inside but next thing I know it's pitch black and I've been sedated and thrown into the white room.