As I walked towards the ambulance, my head was spinning. I felt as if someone shot me through the heart. I couldn't believe what happened. As the vehicle started to move forward, I brushed my hand against his face, it was ice cold. I think I was too late, he wasn't going to come back, I lost him forever and it was all of my fault. He was calling for help, and I didn't give him what he wanted, what he needed. It was all of my fault.
"Ma'am? You doing alright there?"
I jumped at the sound of the young voice. I wiped off the tear that was running down my cheek.
"Yes, I believe I am doing alright. Thank you for asking." My lip quivered. I just kept staring at him, blaming myself for the trouble I have caused.
The car finally stopped, and we arrived at the hospital. I got escorted out, and into the lobby as they took my husband away from me. I sat down in the chair, and waited. That's all I could do now is wait for the doctor to come out and tell me there was nothing they could do and that he's gone. Forever.
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It Isn't The Answer
HorrorCallie Heckington has a history of people she loves ends up killing herself. Her husband recently killed himself and gets brought back to life. But now she has the fear of him doing it again, and because of that she ends up experiencing more and mor...