I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 36

MATT:

Soda's hand was the only thing I could concentrate on as I was ushered into the ambulance with her. I couldn't look at her face again, the damage, the blood, the cruelty. Once her eyes had closed, my heart had stopped beating.

My Soda.

My Princess.

My world.

Please, if there's a God out there, and if He's listening, please, let her live.

I don't have anything left without her.

"Sir, I need you to sit down," a woman in her forties said sternly to me, pushing on my shoulder to make me take a seat on the hard surface beneath me.

I nodded numbly, falling backward with a heavy thud as I gazed at my hand, locked with the icy fingers of the love of my life.

"Sir, what's your name?"

I slowly turned my head to the voice, trying to focus in on the paramedic's face. "Uh.... I..."

Why couldn't I think? Nothing would come out. The broken person beside me was all I could see. Since they had ripped her clothes away, I hadn't been able to think straight. Her leg... who would do that to someone? It was so mangled.

"It's okay, sir," the medic said gently, resting a hand on my knee. I jerked away, glaring at... him? When had the medic changed gender? He looked me in the eye and continued. "I know this is scary for you, but I really need you to tell me what happened to her, okay? Do you know this girl?"

I only nodded my head. I couldn't tell them what happened because I didn't really know, but if I had to guess, I would say I owed a couple hospital trips to a few henchmen.

"Sir, is there anyone you know of that we can call for this young lady?"

I tried to remember names, but nothing came to mind. Shit, what was wrong with me? I was never like this! I always had it all together, the one that knew what to do. So why was I finding it so hard to breathe?

"Sir, tell-"

A commotion began to my left that made me snap my head around.

No.

No no no.

"Soda!" I rasped, trying to get to her, but too many people were in my way.

Her heart... it... it stopped. They pulled out the defibrillator and readied them, but I couldn't see anymore. My vision was black and blurry, my chest was in painful spasms, I couldn't breathe.

Did Soda just die?

"Sir, you're going into shock, I need you to take deep breaths," a voice said urgently, but nothing registered.

Soda just died.

I felt a pain in my chest that I had never ever felt before.

My heart just broke.

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KEENON:

I sat on the couch with Brody, pretending to be calm as we watched one of Brody's favorite cop shows, but inside, I was in hysterics.

Where was Soda? Why would she leave in the middle of the night? She had a concussion for crying out loud! What if she wasn't thinking straight and did something stupid? This was all my fault. I never should have taken her out of that hospital. If I hadn't, she would still be safe, resting in the care of nurses.