Love without colour

The need to run

  Melody's P.O.V

As the police car drove away, I turned my attention back to Richie. His hand were in mine, and I was not letting go for anything or anyone. The medics went to work stabilizing him and trying their best to stop the bleeding. I just sat there watching, feeling numb inside. If he died, I don't know what I would do. 

My eyes were heavy, I was trying my best to stay awake. Exhaustion and fatigue were setting in, but I couldn't let it. I wouldn't let it! He needed me, I had to make sure that he was alright. Then and only then will I succumb to the darkness that was threatening to take hold. 

"Is he going to be alright?"

My voice sounded heavy and far away. Blinking a few times, I tried to clear my vision. I looked up at the medic and saw two of her. She gave me a concerned look and asked if I was alright. I brushed her off, telling her I was fine, but she didn't look too convinced. 

"I'm fine!" I shouted, "I just want to know if he's ok."

She wanted to help me, I knew that she didn't believe me, but she couldn't do anything about it because I wasn't cooperating. Finally giving up of me, she turned her attention back to Richie. 

"He's stable for now, but we wouldn't know for sure until we get him to the hospital."

I nodded my head, my tears starting to fall anew. 

"I need to ask you a few questions if you're up for it?"

The concern and pity in her voice were clear. I didn't want her to pity me, I wanted her to tell me that my boyfriend was going to be ok. 

Nodding my head, I gave her confirmation to ask her questions. 

"What's his name and date of birth?"

"Oswaldo Richards, his name is Oswaldo Richards."

My voice broke when I spoke, it didn't feel right talking about him like he was already dead. The medic waited patiently for me to continue, but I couldn't. Shaking my head, I started crying again.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't do this."

She put her arms around and I rested my head on her shoulders. My sobs were loud and hard. I couldn't control them. I was furious with myself. Richie needed me to be strong and I was crying a baby. It wasn't stopping, no matter how hard I try, I couldn't get my tears to stop falling. 

We pulled up to the hospital, just as I started to get some form of control over my tears. Everything started happening all at once. The doors were open and Richie was being wheeled out. We entered the hospital and doctors and nurses came rushing over to him. 

The medic started to relay information about Richie's condition to the doctors. All the while I never let go of his hands. We got to a room and they told me that I needed to let go, but I shook my head.

"I can't, he needs me."

Two nurses came over to me and started prying me away from him. I started panicking, I couldn't let them take him away from me. 

"You need to let us do our jobs."

I wasn't listening to them, my mind was just on Richie. They finally got me to let go of his hand and I felt like a connection to my heart had been broken. I couldn't breathe, I started fighting for air as much as I was fighting to be with Richie.       

"Please! He needs me, don't take him away from me! Please!!"

They wheeled him into the room and lock the door. I stood there crying my heart out. Someone put their arms around me and I started fighting again.