Medical malpractice case

Chapter 9 Noah

5 months ago

I stir awake and sit up, rubbing my eyes. The world is still blury. I look to my side where Jenna is supposed to be asleep, but when I see she's not there, I collapse on my bed. I reach for my phone and check the date. How can I be so stupid? It's my birthday. She went to get me something.

I go over my normal day waiting for Jenna to be back. I told her she didn't need to get me a gift. Her being pregnant with my child is enough, but when Jenna sets her mind on something, she's not turning back.  I walk over to the coffee machine and begin brewing my coffee. The only sound now is the buzzing of the coffee brewing. I yawn, the sleepness still there. I take my coffee and head over to the couch, reaching over for the tv remote and leaning back.

"Breaking news: a white Mercedes number plate: 4325 just crashed on the way to Mayfield Street. Ambulance surrounding the place. Police caught the person who crashed her. A drunk driver. The drunk driver just injured his arm while the woman is not breathing. Her pulse is gone. The ambulance is pulling the woman out, and it appears she's pregnant like the kinda bump where an 8 months pregnant woman would have." I tense as I hear the reporter. They film the ambulance. They pull the woman out. That shade of brown looks familiar. They take her out the whole car, and I drop the cup. Glass shattering around the place. I can't believe my eyes...that's jenna...that's her. That's my wife..

I immediately stand up and grab my coat and keys.  I practilly run to my car and speed up til I reach for it. I drive. Speeding up. I'm going over the speed limit by a lot. This can't be. I slam my hands on the steering wheel and scream.  I drift as I come to stop seeing Jenna on the bed entering the ambulance. She looks dead. She is dead. No pulse. No breathes. I run over to the ambulance.

"Don't leave me like this!" I scream, falling to my knees, the concrete digging through my knees. I suddenly feel hands around me.

"Noah, stay with me." A familiar voice snaps at me. I look up to see Cameron.

"She can't be gone. She can't, Cameron." I cry, and he holds me to his shoulder. I begin sobbing, my head  burried in his shoulder.

"It's okay." He rubs my back.

"No no no it's not okay. She left. I don't..she didn't...I didn't give her a kiss today." I mumble into his shoulder. Cameron stays silent, simply holding me as I sob. His shirt damp with my tears. I watch as the ambulance drives away. The red lights flash.

My wife. Jenna...the baby. All I see is red. I lost my other half. My soulmate. My bride. The light to my darkness. My everything. My princess. My rock. I can't do this anymore. Why couldn't I die. Not her. Why not me? I need her. I need Jenna. I want to scream. I want to throw something. Hit something. I want to kill myself. Why couldn't it be me? 

I think of the night we laid down on the grass watching the stars. Her head on my chest. My fingers tangled in her hair. What a time it was.

Sure, we had fights, but I'd never thought I'd lose her. She used to cling to my body like she wanted me forever. What a time for her and I. What a time.

The night in the park, we stayed up for hours the first time I told her I loved her. And she said it back, and we watched the kids play around.

I'm leaning against the bathroom door drunk in my own thoughts. I haven't gotten up since yesterday. I hear footsteps approaching a soft voice calls out. That voice reminded me of Jenna. But it's not. I have to put it in my head. She died. She's gone. Suddenly, I feel  hands on me. She used to have the same color nails. I smile to myself. I feel hands cup my face. Soft skin like Jenna's

"I already lost my sister in law. Don't let me lose you, too. N. I need my brother." Isabelle says.

"I dont wanna let go, Isa." I say quietly. I feel her hands wrap around me. Pulling me in a comforting embrace. "My dream...shattered...it's all gone. Like that." I chuckle sarcastically."She left." Isabelle looks around. The photos of Jenna and I shattered. Jenna's clothes thrown all over.

"Oh Noah." She says quietly. Jenna always used to say that. "Let's get you up" she says

"No, I'm staying here. Let me drown in my sorrows."

"It's not good, Noah." She says

"Isabelle, I get you're trying to help, but my wife left. She died on my birthday. Leave me the hell alone." I snap. Man, I hate this part of life. I close my eyes to let my thoughts quiet down, but no. Whatever I do, she's there. Whether in my dreams or when I close my eyes or in the kitchen. The couch. The pictures we have through the house. The pictures that are shattered.

I take off my ring and throw it. I don't want this. I don't want that. Or anything. I just wanna die. I run my hand through my hair. Sighing. I stand up and look myself in the miror. My beard uneven. My hair a mess. The bags under my bags. I grip the sink counter hard that my knuckles turn white. I can't do this anymore. I can't live. I promised myself though for her. For the child, I'd live. But I'm not planning to fall in love. Not anytime soon, not ever. Whoever it is. I'm not looking past Jenna. My beloved wife.