Reunited

Chapter 9

When we got there Matt was immediately put into a hospital bed and rolled away, the nurse said I couldn't go with him. I was walking back and forth on the waiting room when Jonathan told me to take a seat.

"Jasmine calm down, please sit down" he told me and I did, "He'll be okay". Jonathan put his arms around my neck and I just cried into his shoulder.

"This is my fault Jonathan, I should've been there, now he's going to die and it's all my fault" I said.

"Jasmine don't say that it's not your fault it's not your fault" he said. Then the doctor came towards us and asked if we were the ones who had brought Matt here.

"Yea, is he okay?" I asked with tears on my eyes.

"Je suis tellement désolé , the patient was in really bad conditions and there was nothing we could do, it was to late to save him. But you can go and say your goodbyes " the doctor said sympathetically.
The doctor led me to the room Matt was in. I walked inside with tears streaming down my eyes. It was him...he was dead...and there was nothing I could do about it. His face pail and his skin cold as ice. Then it hit me, you know when something bad happens and you just kind of don't believe until it actually hits you and you actually feel the pain and realize it's actually happening. I stood beside Matt and held his hand said "Matt I love you. I'm sorry. You had problems and I should've done more to help. I'm so sorry. I should've been there with you. I was going to fix things we were going to be happy again". I put my head on his chest and cried inconsolably.

Jonathan came in the room and put his hand on my shoulder and said "It's time to go Jasmine". I gave Matt one last kiss and followed Jonathan out the room I couldn't say anything I just put my hands on my face and cried harder than I had ever cried before.

Then Jonathan asked the doctor, "What happened to him doctor?"

"Well the alcohol levels on his blood were really high. He had severe Alcohol poisoning, the symptoms are confusion, vomiting, seizures, slow breathing, pale skin, hypothermia, fainting, and in extreme cases death, there was nothing we could do" the doctor said "I'm sorry to have to ask but did he have drinking problem?".

"Yes" I answered.

"This was a clear case of alcoholism and the police won't have to do investigation on the case so don't worry about the police" the doctor said. The nurse gave me a bunch of papers to fill out.

"Was he your husband?" the nurse asked.

"Yea, he was" I said still crying

"I'm so sorry for your loss" she said.

"Yea me too" I told her and Jonathan and I walked towards his car.

I sat on the passengers side and I finally stopped crying. Jonathan hadn't started the car yet he was just looking forward, his body really stiff. I was just completely numb at that point then he turned to me and said "I'm sorry Jasmine".

I didn't answer I just couldn't even if I wanted. Jonathan took me to his house, going to my house at this moment would've been a bad idea.

"Jasmine? You weren't going to leave him were you?" he asked. I just shook my head no.

When we got there I sat on the couch and just completely blanked out and tears kept going down my face. I cried quietly for a couple of hours until Jonathan came and sat next to me.

"Jasmine do you want to eat something?" he asked. I just shook my head no and he stood up and left.

A few minutes later he crouched in front of me with a plate of food holding it up "You have to eat something or you'll get sick and I don't want you to get sick" he said and I just shook my head no. "Come on Jass do it for me please, just a bit" he begged.

"Okay" I replied knowing that he wouldn't give up. He gave me the plate and I ate what was in it, "thank you" I told him.

"Your welcome" he said and smiled.

"I'm going to go to sleep I got work tomorrow" I said as I stood up.

"Jasmine I don't think you should work tomorrow, you're in no condition to do so" he said standing up in front of me.

"Jonathan I appreciate your concern but I need to distract myself and I have a lot of work to do, goodnight" I said with a broken voice and walked towards the guest room. He didn't protest and said goodnight.