Trevor
I took her hand, wondering if she was afraid. I didn’t want her to die, and I’ll be damned if I was going to let her. When the paramedics wanted to take her away from me, I lied and said that she was my girlfriend. I got into the ambulance, sitting down and taking her hand again.
The ride to the hospital was fast, and unnerving. Every turn we made moved something in the back, her IV pole, the machine she was hooked up to somehow. At the hospital, it was much worse. The constant, monotone beeping, the white, the anti-bacterial scent. It all brought back too many unwanted memories.
I left her room and went to sit in the waiting room. There it seemed much less final, like it meant something. It wasn’t the end, and there was a shred of hope. Anything I could hold on to, I did, just to keep my mind in the present.
I saw the doors to the O.R. open up, and a doctor stepped out, taking off his mask. I stood, knowing that he was coming to talk to me. From the look in his eyes, I knew it wasn’t good.
