Taming Mr. Robinson

9. Anything.

Breathe, Marcy. Breathe.

I try to remind myself as I race through the crowded street, barefooted.

"Marcy!" I can hear Maya call behind me but it just sounds like a fading echo.

"Marcy, wait up!"
Wait up?
Wait up?!

How can she tell me to wait up? Ty is somewhere in a hospital probably unconscious and sterilized, the damn traffic won't move and she wants me to wait up?

Oh, Tyler. Please be okay.
Please, please, please.

Be okay.
I run past an open road with drivers honking and calling me a maniac.
Maybe I am.
But what does it matter?

If I lose Ty.....
I can't lose Ty.
Oh, God. Please I can't lose him.

The wind billowing past my ears block out everything and I can hear the blood pounding in my ears.
The sole of my feet is sore, my ankles hurt and my sides ache but I turn at the end of the last block and head for the hospital building.

My head hurts as I enter the building in a hurry. Everyone turns to me, giving me a weird look but my focus is where the emergency room is.

"Tyler?!" I scream and run deeper inside.

"Excuse, me. Ma'am? You cant--" the woman at the waiting desk says to me as she comes out to stop me.

"I need to see my brother." I say in a hurry, trying to side-step her.

"Okay. Okay. Just calm down--" she is saying, approaching me slowly.

"No! I'm not going to calm down, enough with that! Where is he? My brother, Tyler Jensen. Where?"

"Listen, Miss--" she starts again and I just glare at her. She is wasting time and Ty could be somewhere in there, suffering.

I push past her and run.

"Wait, Miss!"

"Marcy!" I can hear Maya's voice behind.

I run past different rooms, peeking into each and it's hard to see with the tears blurring my vision.

"Tyler!" I yell, still running when I spot his golden-brown hair through a door that a nurse left open while leaving the room.

"Oh my God, Tyler!" I yell and dash for him but the doctors and nurse in the room grab hold of me.

"Somebody, get her out of here!"

I don't know who is talking, I can't even hear any talking now because, up close, I can see him clearly and I can't breathe well anymore.

Half of his hair is matted with blood, and there is blood everywhere. Trickling down his hand, on his face, the sheets used are also bloodstained, the cotton and bandages and gloves are all stained with blood.

I struggle to reach him, touch him, shake him to open his eyes. But the hands that are holding me seem to be stronger and more.

I can see them talking to me, dragging me out, taking me farther away from him.

"No!" I'm screaming but they drag me out and shut the door.

"Tylēr!!!" I scream but the hands holding me still have me captured and I can hear a loud whistling noise.

Nothing makes sense.
Nothing is right.

Where is my Tyler?

"Hey, let her go!" I hear Maya yell and suddenly I crumble to the floor crying.