Car crash

Car Crash

'Hello is this Patricia Williamson?"

" um yeah,"

"We regret to inform you that your boyfriend Eddie Miller is in hospital after a severe car crash."

I stand in shock and tears begin to leak out my eyes.

No nononononono this can't happen. Not to Eddie. I leap into my car and drive like a maniac to the hospital.

When I reach the reception I'm greeted by a plump lady who's name tag reads Beth.

"Eddie Miller!" I gasp and she directs me to his room smiling sadly at me.

When I reach his room I'm shocked at how, how ill he looks. He is laid on his back breathing shallowly. His skin is greeny-yellow and his legs are in cast.

"E-Eddie?"

"He won't answer you."

I spin round in to see who's speaking

"He's in a coma."

My world lurches nonononononononono not my Eddie, my Weasel, my Slimeball.

Tears cascade down my cheeks and I gasp for air. I just want to hear him laugh or call me yacker. God I love it when he calls me Yacker, it makes me feel so special like I'm the only one for him.

I stare down at his body, waiting for him to grin and sit up , but the only sign of him being alive is the beeping of the heart monitor.

I wish he could hug me, whatever happened I always felt safe in those arms. Always.

I spend the night on the chair by his bed gripping his hand tightly. Why why Eddie?

My thoughts are broken by the accelerated beeping of the monitor and I am pushed out the room by doctors and left to sit against the wall outside until one of them comes and puts his hand on my shoulder and says simply

"He's gone."

And just like that my world splits in half. Those two words drum into my head. Never again will he call me Yacker; never again will he hold me tight and the worst thing is I never told him that I loved him.

And now it's too late.