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Chapter 22: Gone?

/Alfie's POV/

I could see her holding the pill jar in her right hand...

I stared at the picture of her and I. We were holding hands, smiling from ear to ear. She had on a pink flowy dress that I always loved on her... But now she's

Gone.

I miss her smile. Her laugh. Her singing. She playing the piano. The way she loved painting. The way she loves gardening. She was my other half.

Her eyes fluttered open, but she still wasn't moving. Even in cases when she looked like a zombie, she's the prettiest zombie I'd ever seen.

I wish I'm not here looking at her through the screen. I wish I was there holding her. The doctors started using the solution. Fel started vomitting. She looked so pale. So helpless. God, please save her.

She finally opened her eyes wide. She looked over me through the screen giving me a smile, then she closed her eyes.

No, she's not dead. No, she's not! She's strong, she's my girl.

"She's alive!" exclaimed Dr Mota.

It took two doctors to make sure I was alive.

"This patient, Felisha Alexandria Haley, she overdosed. How many medications is she supposed to take?" asked Dr Mota

"She's supposed to take 6, she took 10." replied Dr. Hastings

"Okay, she needs rest. A really strict rest. Please restrain her from moving alot. "

The nurses came in and put the sign that says "Strict Rest" infront of my bed.

I felt lifeless. All my food was puked out. All I need is sleep now.
I looked over the table and Alfie was still there, watching me. I gave a smile to assure him, I was alright. I said "I'm going to sleep," softly. I'm not sure if he heard.

Off to dreamland.

"Felisha,wake up! Eat your dinner." said Elizabeth.

Taylor was sitting right beside my bed, using her phone.

"Hmm, where's Shalyn?" I asked.

"She's in her own ward. Her water just broke,"

"Wow...Okay."

After eating, I laid on my bed, tracing my calloused fingers across the sheets. They were old sheets and weren't washed nearly as often as they should be but they were what I had. My chest hurts like I've been running but I haven't moved alot.

I looked over the laptop and it says "User Alfie Marshall Offline" Guess he's tired. He left me a message.

"Hey babe, I'm feeling tired and sleepy so I'm gonna sleep. Tomorrow I have training till 8 p.m and it will probably be 7 a.m there. I love you alot. Please eat your medicines, take care! I'll be online after my training."

I smiled and switched off the laptop.

Elizabeth went down to the Food Court while Taylor is here and looking after me.

Dr Mota came in and to check how I was.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm good. I've eaten my medicines." I replied.

"Okay, dont move too much" Dr Mota looked away and wrote something down on his clipboard.

"May I use the restroom?" I asked.

He lifted his eyes and nodded his head.

I got up slowly, aching, and slipped on an invisible banana peel. Great!

"Oh dear!" he shouted. He rushed over. There was blood dripping onto the floor from the cut. My whole body ached.

He cleaned up and my cut and got a bandaid.

"What hurts?"

I pointed to my hip and arm.

"It will be okay, there's not much I can do. For the time being, I'll give you some pain reliever. Grape or apple?" he asked.

I pointed to the apple flavoured one. That was my favorite pain reliever. I stared around the room as the last tablet dissolved in my mouth.

"You can go home in 2 days or even tomorrow, when your back stops hurting." said Dr. Mota

He then left the room.

"Hmm, Dr Mota looks fine." said Taylor.

"Come on, he is probably 25 or something."

"6 years difference only!" said Taylor while winking.

After that, continued chatting till she had to go home.