Chenford Story ✔️

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Lucy's POV

Everything felt cold, and bright. I tried opening my eyes. I couldn't. As much as I tried to move anything I couldn't. I was.....
where was I?
Dead?
Alive?
Everything felt.....
I didn't really know.
I remembered the sunset.
Yeah.
The sunset.
And Tim.
Tim was there.
He looked scared.
Terrified even.
And I was......
Oh.
Yeah.
So maybe I was dead.
Maybe this was what dead felt like.
I couldn't be sure.
I heard footsteps.
Everything was still dark.
My eyelids were still firmly shut.
"Hey Luce"
I heard a voice.
Tim?
Tim!
Tim was here.
Which meant I was..... alive
Oh.
I was still alive.....
I had failed.
Emmet was right.
I failed at everything, even suicide.
I felt him squeezing my hand.
I wanted to move.
More than anything I wanted him to know I was there.
That I knew he was there.
But I couldn't.

"I arrested Emmet for you."
What? Emmet was in prison?
"Dui, then his car started rolling down the hill, hit about 5 others before smashing into a Lamborghini." I heard Tim laugh. "Them he punched the owner of the lambo, ran away and punched me when I caught him."
Oh my god? Was Tim ok?
"So that's about 50k in damages, dui, resisting arrest, reckless driving, assault, assault on a police officer..... And depending on what he did to you...... Domestic and sexual assault"
I added up the total in my head. 7 charges. At least 10 years. They could only give him 5 right now. Until I woke up and gave my statement.
Suddenly I felt dizzy, like I was going into a dream.

Tim's POV

I heard a the monitors start beeping. Lucy had no pulse. Shit. Shit. What if this was my fault?! For talking t her about Emmet?!
A hoard of doctors rushed in. "Code blue!" They were all shouting different codes and instructions at each other and I was bundled out of the room as they took Lucy for emergency surgery. Would she be ok? Would she live....

I was terrified to know the answer. I went to the station to see Emmet in a holding cell. He had sobered up enough to know he was in deep shit. That despite how he argued, he would go to jail. I saw the immense look of panic on his face and had to hold in a laugh.
"Emmet Lang"
He perked his head up.
"They took Lucy in for emergency surgery after she coded."
The second I mentioned Lucy Emmet practically fell asleep. How did he care so little for his wife?! They got married less than two weeks ago?!
Less than 8 days was apparently how long it took for Emmet Lang to stop caring about his wife.
I mean he hurt Lucy so badly she tried to kill herself. What did I expect.

I practically flew back to he hospital. Lucy was still in surgery. Why.... Why was I her emergency contact? Lucy was married, had been dating Emmet for months. Why was I still her emergency contact?!

I was still pondering when the doctor came out. He didn't look distressed, that meant Lucy wasn't dead. Hopefully. "Tim Bradford?"
"Here"
We walked into Lucy's room together, she would be here from surgery in about half an hour.
"It is still very touch and go, if mre Chen  survives the next 168 hours (1 week), she should be ok. But that is still a 'should'. Obviously until she fully wakes up, we won't know for certain. And even then there may be irreparable damage to the brain. She may not be able to walk, or move at all, she may not be able to talk or do anything really. Some may be temporary, other things may be permanent. I truly am sorry"
"Ok." I gave a single word response. Everything needed time to sink in. Lucy may not every be the same. All because Emmet hurt her.
I wanted so badly to kill him. I could just ask for an interview with him, pull out my gun and shoot him. No. That was a bad idea. Lucy would need me when she woke up. I imagined kissing her, my fingers running through her wavy chocolate brown hair, pressing her roughly against a wall, making out almost aggressively. At some point I fell asleep.