A Guy In The Analysts Club

XLIV

~INTJ's POV~

Oh shoot,I had no idea where I was going. Come on,ENFP,just a little sign. Only a little sign. I stopped to hear the exact sounds around me. Wind blowing. My heavy,panicked breath. Branches crinkling in the distance. And the last thing. A faint scream,calling for help. I started running its way.

--ENFP! Where are-...oh stars. Oh shit!Dear! (INTJ)

ENFP was laying on the ground,with a shot leg and bruises all over. I sit on my knees,putting her body in my lap.

--ENFP,I'm here! We will go to the hospital. (INTJ)

With a faint voice,more of a whisper,she replies:

--It's...no...point. (ENFP)
--Yes,there is a point,I need you healthy and alive. (INTJ)
--INTJ...you...can't...argue...with death- (ENFP)
--I don't even want to hear that word. (INTJ)
--You will...hear...it...anyway. (ENFP)
--I am not allowing you to die! (INTJ)

I carried ENFP in my arms and got out of the forest several minutes later. It was like I felt her pain...and it was more than horrible. I saw the hospital in a distance. But it was too much. Then I remember something:one of ENFP's friends was a nurse and she was working a night shift. ISFJ I think. I got ENFP's phone out,which was recording the whole thing. I stopped the record and I called ISFJ.

--It's...no- (ENFP)
--Shut your mouth,dear,speaking will only tire you out. (INTJ)
--I- (ENFP)
--Shush. (INTJ)

ISFJ finally picks up.

--Hi ENFP- (ISFJ)
--We need an ambulance,no questions. (INTJ)
--S-sure. (ISFJ)

I was waiting,with ENFP in my arms. I decided to look at the leg. Horrible. The ambulance came and they put ENFP on those beds they have in the back of the ambulance. It hurt to see her in that state,crying silently and heavily breathing.

--Does it hurt here? (ISFJ)

She pressed a little bit on the leg.

--It hurts...everywhere in the leg. (ENFP)
--Someone shot her then beat her up. (INTJ)

We got to the hospital and they carried her.

--Where are you getting her? (INTJ)
--We need to extract the bullet. We are thankful that it didn't damage the bone,but it's near it. (ISFJ)
--How much do I need to pay for this? (INTJ)
--You don't have to,it's on me. (ISFJ)
--I said I'm paying for it. (INTJ)
--I refu- (ISFJ)
--I am paying for it and that's all. (INTJ)

I had a couple thousand bucks in my pocket,surprisingly,and shoved them in ISFJ's pocket. I sat in the waiting room. I hate hospitals and the idea of a hospital with all my heart. But it's the only thing that could save my angel right now. Those idiotic fuckers are going to pay. The biggest dumbasses I've ever heard of. ISTP really did a bad job. Because of his idea I was sitting in the hospital,with my precious girl on an operating table. With a bullet in her leg and probably other broken body parts. Fuck. I just hope she will recover soon.

~Half an hour later~

ISFJ got out. I raised my gaze to look at her,faster than ever.

--Is ENFP ok? (INTJ)

She remained quiet. Come on,it's pathetic,ENFP can't die because of a stupid bullet! It was in the leg anyway.

--Can...I go see her? (INTJ)
--...go ahead. (ISFJ)

She sounded...sad. Why? Is she sad that ENFP's fine or what? ISFJ leaded me to ENFP's room. I got in and ISFJ immediately closed the door. ENFP was laying in her bed,sleeping. She was connected to lots of infusions. When I tried to get closer to her,I noticed something. Wait. No. No,no,no,no,no. Her stats were...they were to zero. No! NO! FUCKING SHIT! It's not true...no,it's not true! I went to ENFP's "lifeless" body. But it isn't lifeless. I refuse to accept it.

--ENFP,wake up. (INTJ)

No answer.

--ENFP,I said wake up! (INTJ)

As before.

--ENFP,open your fucking eyes! I want to see them! (INTJ)

Watery eyes I begin to have.

--ENFP,is this some kind of sick joke?! (INTJ)

A tear slided down my cheek.

--I'm not in the mood of jokes! (INTJ)

Just then I saw a paper. Should I read it? Of course...is it a last message?

"Mr. INTJ,this isn't from ENFP. It's ISFJ. I wanted to personally transmit this to you. I didn't have the courage to speak to you face-to-face,because I don't even want to imagine the pain you'd go through. Sadly,ENFP decedated today,date:16.02.2023,time 23:07. Everyone will miss this angel. You wonder,how did she die? We found a sharp unidentified object that is a kind of special weapon in her abdominal area. The patient decedated because of blood loss. We tried everything we could to save her. My condolences...she was the perfect friend and a great human. I hope she rests in peace..."

NO. It isn't true! She cannot! They're lying! THEY'RE FUCKING LYING! The results aren't correct. The machines are broken! I can't let this pure wonder die. SHE ISN'T DEAD! I put my finger under her nose. No air was felt. I took her shoulders in my hands,looking at her face. Her cheeks were as rosy as when she was alive...oh stars,I can't say this expression. I don't care,she isn't dead! ENFP. ISN'T. DEAD.

--ENFP,WAKE UP,YOU CAN'T- (INTJ)

A sob interrupts my desperation. It was mine. I'm crying. ENFP is the only human being that can make me cry.

--ENFP,GET UP,I NEED YOU ALIVE,I NEED YOU ALIVE,I NEED YOU FUCKING ALIVE,I NEED YOU ALIVE,I need you alive!... (INTJ)

I bury my head in her neck and hug her "corpse". There wasn't anything more to do than to sob,smelling her scent,and hugging her tight,missing ENFP even though I'm making contact with her. And to accept she was dead. But that's impossible. Not quite,just impossible. After I was done,I took her head in my palm and put my forehead on hers. Tears were still running down my face. Other dried up,cold tears could still be felt on my skin. I state at someone who used to be ENFP,in disbelief. But she will be ENFP forever in my mind. And heart. And memories. And photos. She's too worthy to be buried. I don't even want to imagine how she would be there,in a massive wooden box-

--Oobly boobly,bitch! (ENFP)

ENFP suddenly opens her eyes,her breath got to normal and I jumped in horror and screamed. Did I fucking hallucinate?!
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