ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 27.

(Some "If I Believe You" vibes in here.)

Matty's p.o.v.

The silence of the room is deafening. The brutal smell of the disinfected building is the least of my worries at the moment. I sit in the empty waiting room replaying the events in my head.

When I finally reached the hospital everything and everyone flew out the window and my one focus went to the crying girl in my arms. Gentle tears escaped her eyes some time on the ride here. I didn't give two shįts about my terrible parking job as I rushed into the building.

"Help!" I yelled, getting the attention of any nurse around.

A short woman in scrubs jogged her way over, immediately looking to the girl in my arms.

"What's wrong with her, sir?" She didn't make eye contact with me.

"I don't fųcking know! Just help her!" I yelled at the unusually calm woman in front of me.

"Sir, you need to calm down." She turned to me, "I need a wheelchair over here!" She yelled behind her.

As requested, the chair was brought and I reluctantly placed Maggie in it gently. I wanted to keep her safe in my arms forever. The nurse moved to pull her from me but I wasn't having it.

"Where are you taking her?" I tried to follow only to have another woman stop me.

"Sir, you have to wait here." She calmly put her hands on my chest.

"Like hell I am!" I tried to push past her. "Let me go with her. Maggie!" I yelled frantically as if she could respond.

"Maggie!!"

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It only got worse. I'm not one to be emotional for others, but if you saw me then, you wouldn't have thought so. I nearly broke down. On my knees in the middle of a semi busy hospital I cried. Cried for her.

Here I sit. Waiting. And waiting.

I'd do anything to make sure she was okay. I know God doesn't exist, but I for some reason found myself wishing he did. For the sake of Maggie. If so we're true I'd be on my knees begging for him to fix everything. I know I deserve the pain I'm feeling now, but she doesn't. End my life right now if it means she doesn't have to suffer a day in hers.

I don't know when I started feeling this way. I love her, and it scares me. It scares me how easily I'd offer my life up to her.

A hand on my shoulder reels me from my thoughts.

"Hello, sir I'm Dr. Tibbit." She holds out a hand for me to shake.

I do nothing but stare at it until she gets the hint.

"Okay. Well I have just a few questions I need you to answer Mr.... uh.."

"Healy." I say tiredly. "Matthew Healy."

"Thank you Mr. Healy. Would you mind telling me the patient's name?"

"Maggie Lynn Barnes." I reply.

I still remember when she first told me her middle name. She was so embarrassed of it, even though I told her I loved it a million times over.

"Sir?"

I raise my head and finally meet the eyes of the woman beside me. I stare deep into her dark hazel eyes. They're so similar to Maggie, just a shade lighter. I search her face. She wears barely any makeup, yet she still looks like those famous girls on Instagram. Straight black hair frames her face. She looks young. A little too young to be a doctor if you ask me.