After what seems like forever, the emergency services arrive. I direct the police in the right direction of the fucking dick who stabbed Miles. I jump into the ambulance with Miles on route to the hospital. I can't help think what about if this is the last time I see Miles alive? I would never forgive myself, as I have been ignoring Miles pretty much the whole night before he got stabbed. How could I be so stupid? If Miles dies then, that would be the end for me. I couldn't imagine a world without him in it.
My chest feels as if it's on fire. My head feels as if a ten tones of stones are been dropped on it. A bright light is on me. I feel Alex near me holding my hand tight, you would think he was the one fighting for his life the way he is grabbing onto me. My vision in foggy, the slow rocking of the ambulance comforts me. I don't want to go to sleep, in fear I will never wake up. I squint over to Alex and look at his face. He's even pretty hot when plagued with worry.
Why is this journey taking so long? I'm pretty certain if Miles has any chance of survival, we need to be at a hospital pretty quick. I look over to him, where he lies so helpless. The ambulance staff, have tried their best to keep him in a stable condition till we get to the hospital. But will it be enough? Miles is barely awake, he is now drugged up to ease the pain. I hope he's going to make it. I hold his hand so tight, making up a little story in my head if I hold onto Miles tight then maybe he won't die.
Blackness engulfs me, I'm not giving up I'm trying not to for Alexs' sake. I mean not being big headed here or anything, but I'm pretty certain he wouldn't live without me. Me and Alex are soul mates that's for sure, we always find our way back to one another in the end. It's hard to describe it's like we're magnets or something, the moment I laid eyes on him I just knew that we were ment to be. But darkness beckons me and wants to welcome me in its dark embrace, and I have no option to accept. I'm sorry Alex.
Miles is now unconscious. Great. Who knows if he's ever going to wake up. Finally, we arrive at the hospital and Miles is taken off to the emergency care. I'm directed to the waiting room. They just expect me to wait, while Miles could possibly die. I'm going out of my mind here. I sit on a chair, and wait. Every time a nurse or doctor go by, I ask after Miles and they pretty much say the same thing. Either that Miles can't have visitors, or he isn't in a stable condition yet.
I hear the beeping of a heat monitor, was it connected to me? Where's Alex? I open my eyes to bright lights blind me. I look around the room, then down at myself, I'm full of wires and God knows what else. I let out a relieved sigh when I notice that Alex is sat near me on a chair, hands in his hair. He looks so beautiful when he's sleeping, like a true Angel. I croak out his name and shake him slightly. He still doesn't move, he must be really tired God knows how long I've been in hospital and without a doubt I bet he hasn't left my side. After a few moments Alex is awake, he almost instantly asks me a 100 questions. "Woah Al calm down, I'm fine, actually more than fine". "Miles your high as fuck because of all the drugs they're pumping into you". "God I feel amazing Alex you should try getting stabbed sometime, they give you free drugs for the pain".
I didn't know how to react was was Miles not even phased by the fact that just a couple of hours ago he had been stabbed. I needed to know what caused the situation "Miles how come you go stabbed? You weren't mouthing off to him were you?". " No of corse I wasn't Alex. Why would you even say that?". "I was just wondering Miles, that's all". I climbed into the small hospital bed beside Miles and curl up to him. I hear his breathing become steadier and more calm, he eventually drifts off to sleep as sound as a baby. Lots of thoughts are emerging in my head. Miles always seems to be the one getting hurt one way or another in this relationship, I don't think it's healthy for either of us. We need a major conversation in the morning.
I wake up and instantly a bundle of warmth radiates me. Then the pain. Everything comes rushing back to me, the stabbing. Alex is hugging me in such a cute way so that he doesn't hurt my injury on my chest. A doctor soon comes in and Alex springs up, he looks kind of embarrassed and claims he's going to get us coffee. I'm left alone with the nurse, so she can check me over and re-dress the wound. The nurse says I'm very lucky to have not have died last night. She also said it's a good job I didn't die, because she wouldn't know what my boyfriend (meaning Alex of corse) would do without me. Apparently, Alex has been waiting all night until I was stable enough to come and see me. I couldn't ask for a better partner, I love him more than anything else. This scares me so much because all good things come to an end right?
