Choosing you

Chapter 11

"Eddie?" I called; entering the hotel room we've been sharing. Not a single light was on, I found myself tripping over miscellaneous items littering the floor. "Eddie?" I called again still not receiving an answer.

My heart started to pound in my chest, something feels off. Why isn't he answering?

I finally made my way over to the tall lamp in the corner, the harsh golden hue filling the small space. "Baby?"

I walked into the bedroom, the bed still unmade from our sleep the night before. I noticed the bathroom light shinning under the closed door. I softly tapped on the door with my knuckles pressing my ear against it for any sign of life. "Eddie are you in there? Answer me."

I twisted the knob, anxiety filling my chest when it didn't budge. "Eddie!" I yelled pounding my closed fists on the door. "Open the door Eddie! Open the fucking door!"

Tears ran down my face. Is he okay? Is he alive?

Please open the door, baby! Please open the door. Please be okay!

I frantically searched the room looking for anything I can use to open the door. I saw Eddie's room key sitting on his bed side table, I ran over and grabbed it quickly.

I took the card and shoved it between the frame and the door right at the knob. The door didn't budge. Panic fulling setting in, my hand started to tremble. I pulled the bent card out and flipped it to the other side, shoving it back in place.

It still wouldn't budge!

I let out a frustrated cry kicking the door as hard as I possibly could. I took a few deep breaths before pressing the card harder against the latch, finally it gave away and the door swung open.

Nothing compared to this.

"Eddie!" I screamed running over to his side. He was laying on his back, his body convulsing violently as he foamed at the mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Baby!" I cried.

"No! No! No!" I ran out of the bathroom to the phone sitting on my bed side table. I dialed 911, uncontrollable sob racking my body.

"911 where's the emergency?" The man asked. I couldn't say the words, the lump in my throat restricting me from speaking. "911 where's the emergency?" He asked again.

"M-My b-boyfriend. I t-think h-he's overdosing." I sobbed into the phone.

"Where are you located." My mind went blank, I searched around finding the brochure for the hotel sitting on the dresser and telling him the address.

"Ma'am is he breathing?" He asked in a soft tone.

"I-I-I don't know." I croaked. "He's convulsing and there's white foam on his mouth."

"Okay, he's probably having a seizure, I need you to place him on his side and put something under his head." He advised.

"O-Okay." I pulled the phone as far as the wire would allow, dropping to my knees on the floor next to him. His body still shook as I grabbed his shoulder and hip and pulled him onto his side. I snatched the white towel off the rack and bunched in up as I shoved it under his head.

"Now what?" I whispered.

"Is he still seizing?" He asked.

"Yes." I said with a nod. Then he stopped, his body stilled and laid limp against the hard tile floor. "Eddie?" I whimpered.

"He stopped.."

"Is he breathing? Does he have a pulse?" He asked.

"I- I don't know." I choked out.