His To Save

30) Loss and lust

    I held her hand in mine and smiled.
She looked so beautiful, so peaceful.
Was this what eternal sleep looked like?
Or had she overslept to the outside world?

   I tossed my gaze to the ECG monitor and my heart twisted. Why had they turned it off? She was only sleeping. She would come out of the coma.
What if her heart started beating again? How would they know if they had already turned off all the monitors?

    Why?

"Wake up, I bought you a new novel. You need to hear me read it to you Daisy," I whispered and grabbed the brand-new novel lying on the steel table.

   I flipped through the pages, skipping the introduction to land on the first chapter. My hands were shaking. My heart was pounding faster than two horny souls fucking.
She was only sleeping.

   "Annie? Annie stop!" Paul spoke from somewhere close to me. But I couldn't see him. I couldn't see the words in the novel.
My eyes were filling with a liquid, making my vision blurred.

    "I have to read her the novel!" I screamed at the room, bringing the book closer to my face.
Still, the words were too foggy, not a single one could be read.

I tried feeling the words but this wasn't a braille. I could not touch the words.

     "Annie-"

"Shut up!" I screamed throwing the novel out of my hands without caring where it landed. Even if it had the power to bring down a wall, I couldn't care less. This was my hospital. Everything, and everyone was mine.
  But, why had Daisy died?

She was supposed to wake up someday and scold me for moving in with Jack along with Pattie. She was supposed to tell me how proud she was that my dreams were becoming a reality.

  So why?
Why had her heart given up?

     "Get me the doctors, Paul! Fi-"

Two hands from nowhere wound themselves on my arms and pulled me off the bed. They proceeded to gather me to their owner.

   "It'll be fine Annie, I'm still here," Paul reminded in a soft whisper.

  "Let go of me! Daisy will wake up!"
I wriggled, scratched, and hit him. But his grasp remained steady if not firmer.
My loud wailing was enough to startle dear Daisy out of the hands of the grim reaper, but she didn't bother looking back.

   "We knew this day would be here. We should be grateful that she held on for as long as she did."

  A blow of anger struck my chest.
Paul never had any hope of Daisy waking up. How could he be so negative towards our dear friend? We had been through thick and thin together and shared a lot of NDEs. That bond had made me hopeful for her recovery.

    But those hopes had been shuttered to a bazillion pieces by that one phone call from the hospital.

        "You're a bastard!" I screamed and resumed struggling to free myself.

  Paul didn't falter. His strength seemed to have doubled as he plastered my body against his in a possessive hold.
   "Let it all out. You'll feel better soo-"
I sank my teeth into his forearm like a fierce snake about to make its kill.

He immediately groaned and cursed out, "Dammit Annie!"

    "Let me go!"

The male did let go, but only to cage my hands and twist them onto my back to pin them there.
   He glared straight into my eyes, letting me see his bloodshot pair that held a lot of emotions. Paul was...hurting. He just didn't want to cry in front of me.