I Don't Even Know Your Name

Trial

*Shawn's POV*

Everything was white, as if I was surrounded by a huge bright light. I was standing on a tile floor, observing my surroundings. I could make out a long hallway, with doctors and nurses walking briskly up and down the hall. My feet were planted a few feet away from a white door, where a red head stood, pounding on the glass of the window. 

"No Shawn! You can't die! I need you, I can't live without you!"I heard her yell, but her voice sounded distant, like a soft echo. It sounded like Ruth. I had this overwhelming urge to comfort her, so I stepped towards her, and placed my hand on her shoulder. I expected her to turn around and see me, but she still stood there, screaming in agony. Why wasn't she seeing me?

Ruth turned around, and sunk down onto the floor, wrapping her hands around her knees.

"I'm so sorry." She whimpered into the space between her torso and legs. I noticed she had a large gash on her knee, with a piece of gauze being taped over it.

"Ruth, what happened?" I asked, putting my forehead on hers, expecting her to say something. But I got now response, instead she just sat there crying.

"I'm okay, stop crying." I explained, not really sure if I believed myself or not.

"How could I let him drive drunk? Why am I so stupid?!" She yelled.

"She thinks I'm dying? I'm right here. Wait...." I got up and peered into the window over her.

"Who is that?" I questioned, trying to make out the body lying on the table. It was long, muscular, and had dark brunette hair. Doctors surrounded it, trying to resuscitate the heart that no longer beat with life.

"Oh my God, that's me." I said, realizing that I was the body placed on the table. I was in a different realm, one where no one could physically see me. My soul was not on Earth anymore, and I needed to figure out how to fight to get back. I couldn't leave Ruth, not like this. I knew we were meant to live a long and happy life together.

"I've got a pulse!" One yelled, holding their two fingers on my neck.

"Thank God." I heard a female voice speak in relief.

~

"He's okay, but we're bringing him to surgery now, he has a lot of internal bleeding, and possible brain damage." The male doctor said, bending down to Ruth, who was still in front of the white door, nursing her wound.

"Will he be okay?" Ruth asked.

"We won't know that until we get him an MRI and he's out of surgery, but we can fix the internal bleeding."

"Okay... Will you promise me that you will do everything to save him?"

"Yes, that's our responsibility." He said.

"Okay, thank you." She responded, nodding her head at him, tears still surrounding the rims of her eyes. "I'm sorry for being so difficult."

"It's alright, we understand what you're going through." The doctor replied.

They wheeled my body away, to do an MRI probably, then the surgery.

"Sweetie, we need to take care of that cut." A nurse said, walking up to her, from a desk that was behind us.

Ruth just sat on the floor, staring into space, unresponsive. Her face showed devastation, I never thought I see Ruth look so sad.

"Sweetie?" The nurse said, waiving a hand in front of her face, trying to break her out of the trans.

"Sorry." Ruth finally responded, blinking her eyes and looking up that the nurse. "Things are just not good right now." Ruth said, desolatingly.