City Lights (Chris M) Continued

Chapter 24

CHRIS' POV

  My mind was a blur, like a constant headache that no painkiller could subside. I was supposed to have kept her safe, I thought to myself as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Where was I? The last thing I could definitely remember was making the decision to take my life to save hers, yet somehow deep down I knew I was still hanging on. I felt bizarre, out of control. I heard the screeching of wheels and someone beside me in light blue shouting worriedly. I tried to look up but my body couldn't handle it. I heard K's voice and felt relief. The next moment she had stopped but I had kept moving and I heard her scream in agony from down the hall. Concern suddenly overwhelmed me and I began panicking trying to shout her name but all that came out was a jumble of broken slurred words, frustration rushed over me. Her screams were muffled as I was brought through a set of doors and something sharp was stuck into my arm and then all went blank.
   When I regained consciousness I was in an empty white room and was met with the suffocating aroma of disinfectant. As I gathered my thoughts, Kaya's screams began echoing in my head and as I remembered, I began once more to panic, I needed to see her. I went to jump out of bed but was taken back by the overwhelming sharp pain in my stomach "FUCK!!" I cried out. I looked down at myself and the memories of being shot came back to me in an instant of seeing the large dressing around my torso and the numerous tubes that came out of my body snaking around one another. "Chris!" Ricky said as he came in to the quaint little room and sat down with a coffee. He was trying his best to look enthusiastic but his puffy red eyes told me otherwise. "Where is she?" I said looking at him with a concern "She should be here." Ricky looked down at his coffee and I could tell he was welling up again, something really bad had happened while I was under. "Chr-" He began. "WHAT?!" I shouted in impatience which caused a spike of pain in my stomach. "Chris, I'm so sorry man," he sniffed "Kaya lost the baby."
As the news sunk in, devastation and grief engulfed me. I didn't know what to say. The thought of K having to deal with the same grief as she did just a year 1/2 ago the first time she lost a baby...that made me feel even worse. I had only just become a father and the privilege had already been violently ripped from my arms. My body sunk down in the bed and for the second time in my life I felt uncontrollable sorrow. I couldn't hold anything back anymore and I let the tears brim over my eyelids and felt them run steadily down my face. Although it was different this time and I know deep down we both seriously wanted this child, it made the grief no less easier to deal with.  "Omg" I kept whispering to myself. Ricky came and sat with me and I collapsed into him. He had never seen me cry before and that seemed to scare him more than anything. "Kaya is okay and has been down to the maternity ward. She's now in the operating theatre so they can set her leg and sort everything out" Ricky said squeezing me tighter, I could feel my blood boiling "This cannot be happening! I should've been there for her!" I snapped in rage. With that I ripped out the tubes and threw my pain aside. "Where are you going?!" Ricky said confused "You can't do anything in that state, you need to rest!" I staggered towards the door. "I don't give a fuck what I'm supposed to do! I need to be with her!" With that I left the room but I could hear Ricky's little footsteps close behind. Suddenly unaware of where I was supposed to be heading, I turned and Rick bumped into my chest like a little kid. "Which way is it?" I asked confused. "This way you stupid prick." Ricky sniffed and I saw a faint smirk on his face as he gestured we were walking in the wrong direction. I followed him the rest of the way. It seemed to take an eternity and my pace increased faster in anticipation to see her. Rick checked at the front desk and we were both overwhelmed to know that she had come out of surgery and it went surprisingly well. An hour later, we were able to see her. Until then, I watched my lifeless girlfriend through a window praying that she would pull through.