Blindfold (Book One)

39. Black & White

         

Jim's POV

    I am wordless, speechless, voiceless. I am just standing there, in pure shock and horrification, unable to shout, say something, do something. My body is shaking with intensity, and the most dreadful, unforgettable feeling is rushing through my veins, as hot tears start falling down my eyes. Fear, fright drowns in the air around me, and I finally manage to speak, crying desperately.

    "H-HELP!!!" I finally shout. "PLEASE! SOMEBODY!!!"

    The machine connected to Amelie's heart keeps sounding, an everlasting sound, and the line is still flattened, making me lose control.

    "AMELIE! PLEASE YOU NEED TO STAY WITH ME!" I say, crying like never before.

    The door slams open, and a large group of doctors rushes in, running, shouting. They push me away from her, and then one of them starts pulling me out the door, as the others are blocking Amelie's bed, connecting things, doing things, and I fight to stay in the room.

    "Sir, you need to go!" says the doctor, pulling me out the door.

    "NO!" I shout, still sobbing uncontrollably.

    "You need to—"

    "NO!!!" I say, again, fighting with all my strength to get in.

    I fight and fight, tears and tears running down my cheeks, my limbs giving in with sadness and desperation.

    I try to fight my way back to the room, shouting like I've never done before, crying like I've never done before, but three other doctors run towards me, and pull me back, as I continue brawling and crying, trying to observe what the doctors are doing, trying to convince myself that she will remain alive.

    I push the doctors once more, but they have control of me, and they take my arms, bringing me out the door of her room once again, and then...I feel some sort of unusual pain in my arm; my loud, screaming voice fading away, my eyes closing, as one of the doctors injects something in my arm. I feel like I'm floating, flying; just like a feather in the air, light and peacefully. I whisper Amelie's name once more, and then...darkness.

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    Everything around me is dark, colorless, lifeless. There is no such thing as light in a place like this...just me, alone; no thinking, no speaking, just the sound of several voices saying something, very very far away, almost in complete silence.

    The sounding of the voices start getting louder, bouncing in my ears...louder...louder, and I feel a strong sensation in my stomach, as I'm falling...a fall without an end...eternal.

    I start listening to the voices clearer, the volume of them increasing...louder...louder...louder...LOUDER...

    I open my eyes, the white light coming from the ceiling of the hospital strongly hitting my eyes.

    My mind starts recalling everything that happened, and I feel the urge to cry once again.

    Crying, I think.

    Now that I am awake, I perceive what the voices are saying, but...the problem is that they are not saying anything; they're just...crying hysterically, sobbing.  

    "Amelie," I whisper, as I sit up.

    I realize that I was laying on the couch of the waiting room. I guess they put me there when the doctors injected me to calm down because...