The Price Of Love

Chapter 47

Jay's POV

I stare at the little brown coffee table in front of me, a stack of five magazines sitting on top.

I glare at it, promising myself I'd stop staring at the clock.

After ten more seconds, I look back at it.

It's been forty-four minutes.

I have not heard a word since I was ushered into this goddamn room.

So far, my hand hasn't stopped shaking, and I'm thankful I didn't have time to eat breakfast because I'm certain I would have thrown it up by now.

I twirl my wedding ring on my finger, trying to stay calm. Trying to distract myself from the gut feeling I have.

The one that's saying I was stupid to believe I'd get a happy ending.

I hear the door to the room open and close quietly a few seconds later.

I stare at my wedding ring, already knowing what's about to be said.

And suddenly, I wish the nurse would leave. I'd much rather spend my life in this room not knowing than have to face the truth.

Because the truth always fucking hurts.

Despite my better judgment, I look up at the doctor. The same one who laughed at Talia's jokes. The same one complimented the names we picked out.

The sad smile on her face confirms it all.

And suddenly I feel as if the world is falling apart. Because it is. My world is.

I drop my head, holding my face in my hands as I shake my head. "Don't say it" I mutter, feeling my eyes start to sting and a dull pain in my chest beginning to take over.

"Sir.." I continue to shake my head. "Please don't say it" My voice cracks this time, and I drop my hands from my face to stare at the doctor.

Her own eyes appear glossy, and she shoots me a small smile. "There was some complications.." She whispers. "She-"

"Is she dead?" I cut her off, knowing she was about to go into some big long explanation of what happened. And I don't care. In fact, I couldn't care less about what happened. All I care about is if she's alive or not.

She stares at me, her lips pressed to a firm line. "Is my wife dead?" I whisper, my voice cracking yet again. My wife...

"We failed to resuscitate her...I'm..I'm so sorry sir".

Ten words. That's all it took to inflict the worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life.

"Oh, Jesus Christ.." I whisper, covering my hand with my mouth.

She's dead.

Talia...my Talia I-

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I was supposed to protect her.

From Issac. From the Robinson family. From everything- and I would have. She was safe with me. This...this isn't fair. I can't be expecting to protect her from..from...

"Can I see her?" I whisper, not wanting to believe it. Maybe its a joke. A sick fucking joke- and once I see her she'll starts laughing and say 'Gotcha'.

The doctor nods slowly. "Of course" She whispers.

The walk back to the room is surreal.

I feel like I'm floating. Like this isn't real- like this is just some sick fucking nightmare.

Yet I don't know how to wake up.

I really want to fucking wake up.

Stepping into the room, I see a few of the doctors standing around. All with devastated looks on their face- a few even in tears at the loss of their patient.