A TALE OF LOVE...AND SORROW

A TALE OF LOVE...AND SORROW...chapter 8 W/SUZIE'S P.O.V

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I felt all emotions slipping away from my lifeless body and numbness replace them again. Tears were consistently running down my face; after a while I didn't bother to brush them away.

I heard the faint chatter of people as they walked past me; rubbernecking to see why a young girl was crying on the floor of the hospital with a handsome boy. I couldn't care less about them.

As for John, his eyes were always in my mind; looking at me and searching for some sort of recognition. His frown, the way his limp body jumped up over and over again with the defibrillator.

"Hannah?" A voice came to break my pathetic wallowing. I glanced up and saw Hugo looking straight ahead at a nurse.

"Yeah?" My voice was hoarse from crying.

"Mr. Wright has been asking for you." The nurse, who I recognized as the woman who managed to push me out the room, took a step closer and continued; "We have to move him to intensive care so you will have to be quick."

I jumped up with the help of Hugo and hurried to Room101. I felt a hot flush rush over me again as I thought of John getting better but the incessant nagging in the back of my head still said he still wouldn't remember me. I brushed all the tears away from my face and tucked my hair behind my ears; I was sure I looked like a wreck. The nurse opened the door for me and I practically ran in to see John.

This time he was sitting up with his leg elevated which had been wrapped in white bandages. I could tell that the back of his head still had a white bandage stuck to it but his appearance hadn't changed much.

"John..." I whispered.

He turned to me with an expression on his face that I couldn't read then glanced to the back of the room. Then I realized there was someone else standing in the room.

He was wearing a faded brown suit that must have once been acceptable and was sipping coffee from a thermos. He quickly set it down on the John's bedside table and talked to me;

"Hello. I'm Detective Samuels. You must be Hannah West. Correct?" He presented me with his Detective's badge which I paid no attention to.

"Detective?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss West. John was shot. Didn't you know?" He frowned down at me and I stopped myself from grimacing when I smelt his coffee-stained breath wash over me.

I thought for a moment. It had never even occurred to me how John had been injured.

"Oh my god."

"Yes. Now, Miss West, if you would like to come with me..." He picked up his thermos and tried to lead me out the room.

"No, I wouldn't." I shot at the detective.

"Hannah." The voice was weak yet firm. John. I glanced at him.

"John?" My focus shifted back to him as I thought how I was dying for him to remember me.

"Miss White? Is there a problem?" Detective Samuels frowned at me again.