Knives and Nightmares

Chapter 14

I knew I couldn't live without charlie. I had to stop him. I lunged for the knife Charlie held tight in his hand.

"Give it!!" I screamed.

I looked at connor, he looked confused, unsure what he should do and completely zoned out.

"Connor" I tried to say calmly "grab the fucking knife."

Connor snapped back into the world and tackled Charlie. Fighting for the knife. With every second, Charlie slipped closer and closer out of the world- out of my world. His strength giving out made Connors job so much easier. I stared at Charlie, through the corner of my eye, I saw the knife fly across the room. Connor had won.

"Charlie!" I screamed holding him, clutching onto his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

He was slipping into a deep sleep. His eyes drooping.

"Connor. Start the car" my voice was like ice.

He left without asking.

"Your not dying tonight, so help me" I whispered as Connor left.

I watched Charlie's face grow pale, his breathing slowed, ever so slightly with every second that ticked by.

"M-mel" he managed to whisper

"Oh Charlie!" I cried holding onto him tighter

"Y-your hurting me"

My eyes bulged, I sprung off him and let go. Within seconds, Connor came back and lifted Charlie with surprising ease and care. Slowly, he walked down the stairs and to the car. I sat beside my dying brother in the back seat while Connor got in the drivers seat. The engine roared to life, making me jump a little. I held Charlie like he was my child, stroking his arm trying to comfort him

"You'll be okay, " I whispered.

I didn't expect a response. Connor pulled into the emergency parking lot carefully.

"Connor!" I yelled

All he could do was look at me shocked and scared.

"Is everything okay?" His voice was stern. Trying to keep calm, keep me calm.

"I can't feel his heart beat..." I whispered

Connor slammed on the brake and jumped out of the car, angry horns blared at us and swerved around the icy road. The door flew open and I was immediately chilled with the evening bitterness of winter. Connor pulled Charlie out, and walked solemnly to the emergency, with me trailing him silently like a lost puppy.

We came through the door roughly. And Connor stormed to the front desk.

"I need a doctor." He growled. His anger startled me.

"Did you fill out the forms?" The woman behind the desk asked.

She looked annoyed to see us, she probably hated her job, all these angry people. From what I saw, she was short and plump with dark brown eyes, and a dark skin tone, with charcoal black hair in braids all around her face.

" I'm carrying my girlfriends brother who is almost dead. Get a god damn doctor!" he screamed.

"Please" I begged, tears welling in my eyes.

The woman's eyes became dark slits. She picked up her microphone and called a doctor,

"Doctor Newman to emergency please, doctor Newman" she glared at us a second time, and returned to work.

Connor looked around frantically trying to spot the doctor. My breathing accelerated rapidly. I searched around the emergency room, annoyed patients looked at us with jealousy, how many people had we forced to wait even longer?