When I Die |HBR {Editing}

Chapter 22

Hunter's POV

"Hunter!" My name is repeated over and over. I open an eye to see one of the nurses. "You need to get out of the room." Her voice is panicked. "What's wrong?" I ask looking at Chance. The machine next to her was beeping rapidly. "You really need to get out so we can help her!" A different nurse explains. I nod and get out of the room. A nurse walks up to me with an apologetic smile. "What does this mean?" I ask her. "She's coding. She's not breathing," She tells me. My breathing quickens and tears fill my eyes. "She's... She's dying?" I ask looking at her. She nods. I look at her tag. Isabella it read. "I'm sorry..." She pauses when saying my name, as she didn't know it. "Hunter," I tell her. "I'm sorry Hunter," She sighs. She pulls me into a hug. In the other room, all you heard was "Charging!" and "Clear" and "No pulse!". Maybe 20 minutes later a doctor walks over to me with a sour expression. "I'm sorry for your loss," He says. My body buckles over as I cry out. Isabella wraps her arms around me. "I'm so so sorry Hunter," She whispers. "Can I say.. um goodbye?" I ask. The doctor nods. "Do you want me to come with you?" Isabella asks. I nod and she takes my hand as we walk into the room. I see Chance's body, her face looked peaceful, she looked so at peace. I walk over to her and place a kiss on his cheek. "Goodbye precious. You will always be my angel," I whisper. Isabella takes my hand and hugs me. "It's going to be ok," She whispers. "I don't think I'm going to," I cry. "She was my everything. My happiness. The love of my life," I whisper. She listens as I rant about all the good times Chance and I had. It hurts. It physically hurts to think about living without her. But I need to be strong. I need to be strong for Chance.