Fiore Mortale (mxm)

69.

"P-p-lease slow down." Carmen pants, as my nerves wrack through my body unrealistically while I'm speeding down the highway. I had to do something.

She'd worn a bullet proof vest, and I'd carried a gun. Clearly we still didn't trust each other. Luckily my reaction time was quicker than my shock as I'd fire the gun several times, willing myself to kill her, but knowing I hadn't. I'd taken off, dragging Carmen's heavy ass body in the car to get her off to the hospital. My bloodied covered gloves are covered in blood from basically destroying a crime scene by picking up all of the pictures so no one could tie this back to us.

I'm not even able to respond to her as I take a sharp curve at almost ninety miles an hour wanting to know that my baby was okay. He hadn't moved since the assault rifle was fired off. "Eli!" She pants, still bleeding and peeling herself out of her clothes and the best to assess the damage. Blood seeps into the floor boards as I'm panicking like I'd been shot, knowing I should've called Arsenio as soon I'd pulled Carmen into the car. I'm hoping she lost her baby, but I wanted to be sure before getting her some immediate help.

"You have to go to our hospital if that's where you're taking me by chance. I h-"

"Shut up! Stop talking!" I rush out, feeling my knuckles pop from clenching the wheel so tightly. I could never kill my family regardless of how fucked up they were, let alone function properly knowing they were trying to kill me. Or at least my twin sister was.

First of all I had a twin fucking sister who was somehow in cahoots with Keelie and the mafia. It was all too much for me to cope and I couldn't even see correctly. My vision blurs in and out when I begin hyperventilating thinking of the crazy shit racing through my mind.

"Eli! Calm down! You'll force yourself into an early labor. Please slow down, I should've let you know long before now. The police are behind us! E-" Even her words fly past my head as I try to blink my vision clear.

It doesn't work as I forcefully brace myself for the next turn I'm about to make only to feel myself smash against a flat surface. I'd crashed. I open my eyes in horror, not able to register any of the pain when I see the blood gushing recklessly down my face.

The epiphany I was supposed to experience the first time, happens as I watch the little darting images in front of my eyes of the pathetic excuse of a life I'd lived up until the last moments. I'd had a twin sister no one thought to tell me about that was causally plotting to kill my entire family. I'm guessing that's what Keelie meant when she said I didn't have anything to go back to in Kansas.

"I'm not getting a pulse!" Someone yells, as I stare blankly into the dreary sky. I was still awake so I couldn't be dead. "Eyes open, grab the defibrillator!"

"There's no light in his eyes! We need him in surgery now. He's loosing blood, approximately six months pregnant. Let's get a move on it people!"

Instantaneously people swarm my sides, putting some kind of mask on my face that give me oxygen since I realize I'm not breathing. I hear people shouting, until it feels like I've drifted to an unconscious state between life and death. I'm pushing for life this time, wanting to confront my family for this bullshit.

People in scrubs prick my arms as I'm rushed inside the emergency room.
"Deliver the baby now."

"Eli, we're going to deliver your baby. I need you to hang on and stay awake. Can you do that for me?" Dr. Moseley's warm face appears over me and I can't find the words to say yes. Or anything as I stare blankly. "Olivia, get to the front and keep talking to him. We can't do anesthetics, cut him open." There's more noise and even then I'm not able to feel anything from the neck down.