Chandler Riggs Imagines | √

What is going on? pt.2

"We were always meant to say goodbye. Cause I want you to move on, so I'm already gone."
-Sleeping at last.

Listen to Already Gone by Sleeping at last for this chapter.

Your Pov.

I wait for the impact to come, but I will never know how it feels to die. How it feels to have a bullet straight to your brain.

Instead of that, Chandler holds out a gun in front of him, his eyes wide opened and bright; but not bright because of happiness, but tears.

The gun in his hand starts shaking, shaking. Chandler is scared. My eyes flicker to my side to find the surprise of my life. The man that had the gun aiming at me, is long gone now, lying om the ground with a puddle of red stain around his head.

The gasp takes me by surprise, and I fall to ground, butt first in response. The other man is in shock as well, but recovers quickly. This time, he doesn't miss it and shoots.

I wince, looking for a stain in my body. But its not mt body that got hit, it was Chandler. A scream fills my own ears, and I drop to his side and take the gun.
It's useless and stupid, I know, but I am not thinking straight. I hold it in front of me, my hand shaking impossibly.

But the man is long gone.

I blink a few times and snap my eyes to Chandler, who is gasping for air, and has hand in his stomach.

"Oh my God. What do I do? What do I do?" I ask, my hands raised uselessly in his stomach.

"Let me take care of this." My hands move aside his hand that now, has a red stain on his palm.

I rip off a part of my shirt and make a tourniquet with that. He groans beneath my touch. I take out my phone and call 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A woman voice says.

"My boyfriend has been shot, come please." I beg.

After giving her the address, I wait for them to come and help us. I snap my gaze to Chandler, whose eyelids are growing heavy.

I rest my head on his chest, and notice that his heartbeat is slowing down. I close my eyes shut, there's nothing I can do now.

"Am-am I really y-your boy-boyfriend?" Chandler's weak voice snaps me back to reality.

I look at him and he has a smile plastered on his face. My heart breaks in three million pieces.

"I'm sorry." I sob. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me. I love you." I squeeze his bloodied hand and hold on to it, like if it's keeping me from drowning in an infinite sea.

He squeezes back, though, his squeeze is weak. I start crying, crying for him. Crying for the only reason I live for. The only man I will always cry for. My last love.

"Don't leave me."

The sirens now grow audible for me to come back to my senses. We're in the middle of the street, and no one has come for us.

When I catch the hint of red lights my eyes snap to Chandler. He has his eyes already closed.

"Chandler!" I scream.

I scream his name multiple times. And he hasn't answered. In an instant, he's taken away from me and I hadn't realized how much I was tightening my grip in his hand until the nurse told me to let go.

The put him on a stretcher and roll him to the ambulance. I cry his name out, riping my throat out. But sincerely, I don't care.

"Are you a family member?"

"Yes." I pry my body out of somebody's grip and run to the ambulance, jump in and take my previous position.

Nurses are taking action, and, I try not to be a bother. They may be used to this.

I don't even noticed when we got to the hospital until both doors flew open. I jumped out first and gave space so they could carry him out.

I have no idea if he's alive. He must. He is. He has to. We enter through the emergency room, and some man puts a hand on my chest and pushes me back.

"Mam', we take this from now." He says.

"No," I look at him in desperation, and I swear I saw a flicker in his eyes, "I have to go with him. It's my fault!"

"You can't."

★★★

"Riggs family?" A voice says. I bolt arise, prepared for the worst. I am a horrible person for thinking he wont survive. He will, he's so strong, and he will.

"Me." He looks to my sides, looking for something.

"It's only me. How is he?" I take a step towards him. He takes a step backwards.

"Stable. He survived the surgery,though, he hasn't woken up."

I nod my head, chewing on my lip that I taste blood.

"If it wasn't for the tourniquete you did, he wouldn't be with us anymore. He's very lucky." He nods his head at me, turns around and walks away.

-

After a few more hours, they told me I could go in since his parents haven't come yet.

A man opens the door and I don't bother to tell him a thanks, my five senses are on Chandler. My poor Chandler. He has his eyes closed and tubes around his nose.

I almost fall to the ground. It's my fault. It's my fault. If I hadn't screamed, he wouldn't be here. If I hadn't come to his house, none of this would've happened. I wouldn't be standing here and he wouldn't be lying here, unconscious.

"Five minutes." And the door slams shut.

I take a sit beside him and take his hand in mine. The tears are already falling down.

"Chandler..." I moan, "Don't leave me. Please, you're all I got. I need you in my life. You saved me, Chan. You did. It's my fault you're here in first place," I squeeze his hand, "I know I never say it, but I'm sorry I'm such a pain in the ass. We've been through things worse, Chan. We will get through this.

"I haven't told you how much I love you. I love you with every piece of my heart, so I'm letting you go. I'm not holding you back. If you want to go, do it. Go in piece. And go knowing we love you." I gasp for air. "I love you so much. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

I raise my gaze to commit the worst mistake of my life.

His chest stops moving, and the monitor makes a horrible beep. Letting me know that he made his decision. He knows he's loved.

-

I'm crying my eye out.
I know I promised another ending but, Grey's Anatomy is so... ugh, let's cry.

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