Swan Song

Possession pt. 2

November 28th 1:30am-

Willow felt her heart skip several beats as she stared down at her friends still body. Connor’s face had gone a shade paler than its usual shade. His breathing had ceased and his eyes were closed as if he were sleeping. The blonde felt a sense of déjà vu sitting on top of Connor’s still body, but this time she had the sinking feeling that he wouldn’t wake up. Guilt washed over her like an unkind ocean. She felt Samuel’s presence next to her but hadn’t acknowledged his existence at the moment. Samuel made a movement, placing his index and middle finger at the nape of Connor’s neck, Willow’s eyebrows furrowed in sad confusion.

“What are you doing?” she said hoarsely while climbing off Connor’s waist. Samuel fumbled around for a second, moving his fingers to different spots on the boys neck.

“I’m feeling for a pulse.” He mumbled, his hand stopped on a spot and paused, his face pinched in concentration. “There’s a pulse!” he shouted and his face lightened with relief.  Willow’s heart kicked into gear and slammed against her chest like a caged tiger. Samuel slid his arm under Connor’s back and the other under his knees and lifted the raven haired boy with a grunt; Willow, speechless, followed behind him like a lost puppy. They went down the halls with haste like someone late for the bus; they trampled over the fallen guards’ bodies and through the darkness. Connor’s arm dangled limply at the side and his head bounced up and down with Samuel’s movements. Though her heart was beating fast, her body and being felt hollow, her mind could barely form a coherent thought and her hands were shaking.  She wanted to cry and sob into Connor’s torn shirt front but all she could do was stare at his eerily pale face. I killed him was the only sturdy thought that echoed off the walls of her brain. Samuel’s voice broke through the fog and drew her attention.

“You didn’t kill him Willow. He still has a heart beat, though it is weakening.” his lips quirked up into a thin reassuring smile. It was then that she realized she had said what she was thinking out loud. They reached the door with the glowing exit sign and Samuel kicked the door open and rushed through. The wind struck willow and made her skin tingle with pinpricks of cold. The streets were empty of any cars that might be passing through and saved the group the hassle of having to stop and look both ways. Willow situated herself in the leather seat of the truck then reached down and pulled Connor into her lap. Samuel reached around and buckled them both in and then slammed the door and raced over to the driver’s seat.  With a quick glance at the two beside him he spun the wheel in a harsh circle and peeled out of the lot, the hospital in destination.

Willow moved the dark hair that fell in Connor’s eyes away tenderly.  He lay cradled in her arms lifelessly. Horns sounded as Samuel zipped past cars without a blinker and flew through stop signs down Colby Avenue. Minuets had passed by at an excruciatingly slow pace even though they went well over the speed limit. Willow was beyond satisfied when they screeched into the emergency lot of the hospital. Samuel was out of the car and reaching for Connor in a matter of seconds, the anxiety becoming clear on his face. Willow, down and out of the truck and nearly forgot to close the door as she chased after her uncle. Together they burst through the wide doors in a flurry of motion and shouts. Nurses scrambled towards them with a gurney and wandering patients shuffled out of the way. As the doctors appeared around Connor’s limp body and wheeled him off Willow and Samuel attempted to follow them back behind the no entry doors. A nurse stepped in front of their path and held up a hand.

“Sir, you can’t go back there!” she said in a loud but polite voice.

“But that’s my-” Samuel stopped in mid-sentence as he was about to say that’s my son.  A stab of franticness hit him and he tried to push past the nurse. The lady held him back with an arm and waved over a security guard with the other. They were escorted to the waiting room where they signed in; several people were starring at the pair. A pudgy lady sat behind a tall desk with a wrinkled and unhappy face that was framed with graying brown hair and glasses.