Elevator Talks

Chapter 6

"Babe, babe." I could hear slightly as I slowly awoke from my sleep. He was laying there, arm around my waist, his face only inches from mine. "It's time for you to get up for work. Your alarm went off a little while ago so I figured I'd wake you up."
I rub my eyes and look up at him. "Shit. Sorry baby." I apologized.
"It's okay, don't worry about it. I just didn't want you to be late for work." Matthew reassured.
"Well, thank you. How long have I been asleep?"
"Well, after we had fun last night, you rolled over still naked and passed out." He stated as I looked down to see I was dressed in my pajamas.
"Well, wait. . .How am I dressed then?"
"I didn't want you to get cold so I found the pajamas you set out yesterday morning and got you dressed. It was hard because I was trying not to wake you up, but I managed it.
I giggled a little bit. I never knew people could actually do that. It was comforting for sure to know that he had my back no matter what. "Awh, thank you. Seriously, that means a lot."
"Don't mention it" He grinned at me as he leaned in to kiss me good morning.
"Too bad I have to go to work." I pointed out.
"Yeah, because if you had longer we could have more fun before you have to leave." He flirted, winking at me.
"Well, you know, I can afford to be late." I winked back before rolling him onto his back and getting on top of him again, just like the night before, being the dominant one. Never would I ever have thought that I would be the kind to like to be in control. But I do. I like it more than even I can understand.
Out nowhere, life changed. The man she was on top of the same way the night before was gone. I didn't have time to realize what happened. We were just having fun, doing the same things as last night but better. Now he was gone. I rolled over and began to cry. There was a gunshot wound in his left cheek that knocked him unconscious. I grabbed my phone and called 911 as fast as I could.
"Help! Help! My boyfriend has just been shot!" I cried into the phone at the all too patient operator trying to get me to remain calm.
I could see glass shattered in the window of my room and an obvious bullet hole. Someone committed murder. Why to him, though? Why couldn't it have been me? If I could give my life to save him, I would in a heartbeat. I walk away from the now unconscious boyfriend laying on my bed to walk over to the window.
How did she know where we were? That blonde bimbo from the bowling alley sat outside looking up at the window, now crying. Why was she crying? Did she 'accidentally' shoot or something? Is that even possible?
"What the hell is wrong with you!" I screamed out my now shattered window down at the moron who just injured my boyfriend.
"Well apparently my aim is what's wrong with me. You don't deserve a man like that. I do! I meant to shoot your thirsty ass but missed obviously since you're still walking and talking. Bang bang bitch!" She screamed back, equally as loud, laughing now through her tears.
"You will pay for this!" I yelled back, just as ambulances and policemen arrived and she ran on foot away from the crime scene.
They knock on my door and I yell for them to come in quickly, holding my boyfriend in my hands and feeling his body become completely cold with only a touch of warmth left.
"Ma'am we need you to step away from him." The man in the giant jumpsuit asked calmly but in a rush.
I did what the man said, even though I didn't want to leave Matthew laying there alone on the bed. The man began looking over Matthews body and began speaking some sort of code into his walkie talkie to dispatch. Another man comes in the room. They feel for a pulse, a heartbeat, and a breath.
Then, the man turned to me.
"Miss, there's not much we can do here. We will transport him to the hospital but he's already pretty far gone. He lost too much blood and we found no signs that he is still alive. We will try the best we can." The man explained sympathetically.
I became a mess of tears and pain on the floor. Why him? Why not me? I can't imagine him not smiling ever again. The other man that came in the room picked me up and escorted me out of the house into the front seat of the ambulance while the first man in the large jumpsuit put Matthew on a stretcher and carried him out the door.
I couldn't look. It hurt all too much. My heart hurt.
We took off at a high speed on our way to the hospital, sirens screaming for people to get out of our way. They mimicked the sound I wanted to make. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted revenge. I wanted to kill the little wench who killed the love of my life.
We go around a couple of sharp turns and we finally arrive at the hospital.
They slam open the back door after asking me to stay in the ambulance, grab Matthews gurney quickly, and rush into the hospital, doors flying open.
Finally, after a little while of being inside the hospital, one of the paramedics came back out to the ambulance.
"Come with me, miss." the deep yet gentle voice commanded.
I get out of the vehicle quickly, feeling weak from having cried so much. I was a bit more calm now, knowing Matthew was in good hands. I'm still worried, though, but that's no mentality to have right now. I know he would want me to stay strong. I need to stay strong for him.
We get to the waiting room of the ER and the paramedic escorts me past the secretary sitting at her desk drinking coffee, through the large double doors that fling open on their own, as though in the same rage as us.
We get to the door of the room he's in with "Matthew" written on a small whiteboard on the door. Another piece of my heart broke off and shattered on the ground. I need to try to compose myself. "Stay strong and breathe." I repeated to myself in my head as the paramedic grabbed the cold, shiny know to the room and twisted it open.
He motioned for me to walk in the door and when I went in, I could hear the beeping of his life support and could see the bandage on his face they used to try to help stop the bleeding.
I notice at this point, the paramedic left the room. I walked over to the bed.
"Hey, baby. I'm so sorry for what happened. I hope you'll be okay."I whispered, holding his hand as a tear fell from my eye.
I know he's not awake, and I don't even know if he can hear me. I just know that I want him to stay. I can't imagine life without him.
"I love you. I'll never leave your side." no reply again, not like I could really expect one. I kiss him on the cheek that wasn't injured and now the tears began to flow. I couldn't stop them.
Then I heard the door crack open. In came a young nurse. She put her hand on my shoulder and I whipped around. She gave me a hug, letting me cry on her shoulder.
"Is he going to be okay?" I whimpered through the tears.
She hesitated. "We can only hope for the best."
I finally collected myself after a few more minutes of crying on the nurse. She gives me a reassuring pat on the back before turning her attention to Matthew.
I plop down in a chair across the room and let her do her job.
After a few minutes, she turns to me, walking over to where I'm sitting.
"It doesn't look too good." she sympathetically stated, looking down at me with a frown on her face.
I became not just sad at this point, but I also became infuriated. Why did this have to happen to him? Why couldn't it have just happened to me? Certainly he couldn't possibly miss me more than I miss him right now, and he's not even gone yet.
"What do you mean it doesn't look good?" I asked, trying to sound calm and not angry like I actually was.
"I don't know if he will survive. Between the time he got shot to the time he got to the hospital, he lost too much blood. We will try our best to keep him here with you but just, try not to get your hopes up, dear." The nurse replied, sounding frustrated at the tone of my voice.
I wanted to scream. Not at her. Just in general. I wanted to yell, I wanted to cry, and more than anything, I wanted to kill the girl who did this to him.
After a few seconds of standing in silence, the nurse spoke up again.
"I think it would be a good idea for you to go outside and get some fresh air." She said, returning back to her kind and patient tone of voice.
I look at her and nod my head. I walk to the door and turn the knob to open it. Once I get past all the business going on in the main part of the hospital, I finally reach the doors to go outside. I walk through the door and who I see across the street was not exactly someone I was prepared to see.
"Huh would you look who it is." The blonde that killed Matthew yelled from across the street. My heart began to race. I almost ran back inside, but now was my opportunity to get out everything I wanted to do to her.
"I was about to say the same thing. Apparently the cat drags in some pretty nasty stuff these days." I said, getting to the edge of the sidewalk to cross the street.
"I suggest you don't come over here." She threatened. This made me run across the street, forcing the busy flow of traffic to stop for a mere second.
I stand on the edge of the sidewalk near where she is standing.
"I wouldn't come any closer." She warned again.
"What if I do?" I said, taking my foot and slowly moving it toward her sarcastically.
"I'm going to kick the living crap out of you. It shouldn't be hard since it's obvious you're weak."
"You underestimate me." I walk toward her and grab her by the hair. It falls off.
"OH GOD!" I yell, disgusted. "You really are a fake!" I said as I take the keys I had in the pocket out and get ready for if she tries to pull anything on me.
"Whatever, at least I know how to fight." She said as she opened a swing at my face. It got me a little bit, but I was able to dodge the majority of the blow.
"No you killed my boyfriend and I'm about to do the same to you! Say goodbye." I said as I punched her with all my force in the temple. She fell to the ground, holding her head. I kick her while she's down. "Don't mess with a crazy woman." I yell as I step on her stomach and make her gasp for air. With one swift move, I kneel down on the ground and take my keys in between my fingers and began beating her with them.
Before too long, I hear nothing. Not a sound, not a whimper from her. Just the sound of the cars driving down the long and narrow road.
I get up off the ground, smiling at my accomplishments, and go inside the building to wash my hands. After my hands are washed and all remains of the attack were gone, I went out and told the clerk inside the store that he might want to call an ambulance. When he asked why, I simply told him that there was someone laying on the ground, not moving, with blood all around their face.
I go back inside the hospital and the woman at the receptionist desk informed me that Matthew would not be able to survive on his own again so they told me to go in and say my last goodbye before they unplug the life support.
I walk through the giant double doors again, and reach the door with his name written on it. I twist the handle and open the door.
"I love you. I made sure she was gone so I could get justice for you. Sleep well, angel, and I will always be by your side no matter what, just as I know you will always be watching over mine." I said, tears beginning to stream down my face again. I kissed his pale, cold forehead before walking away from the bed.
All of a sudden, everything changed. The beeping changed and his eyes snapped open.
"Matthew?" I exclaimed loudly, excited he had gained back consciousness.
No words still, but his eyes wandered around the room, as though trying to figure out where he is. Then, I saw his lips open.
"I." That's all that came from him for a minute. He rubbed his eyes, something I hadn't seen him do since the night before. Then he made an effort to continue.
"I love you too." He spoke slowly. My heart filled with relief.
"You're alive?" I asked, puzzled.
"Of course I am." Matthew answered.