Lucid Dreams | G x V

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Song for chapter: "Drifting" - G-Eazy
[And now I'm missin' your love. I'm faded once again, I don't know where I am.]

Grayson

I run as fast as I can outside the house, and enter my car. I quickly drive off towards the hospital.

My heart is pounding towards the left side of my chest, my eyes watery from the fear of my love not feeling well.

What is going on with her?

Is she okay?

I quickly turn and park in the hospital parking lot. I quickly get out of my car, lock it, and run inside the hospital with all the speed I haven't used in years.

I run towards the elevator and press on the two, as it takes me up to the second floor.

When the elevator reaches the second floor, I run out of it and towards where Nessa's room is located.

Room 221...

Room 222...

There it is, Room 223.

I immediately see Ethan sitting outside of her room, with his head in his hands.

"Ethan, what happened bro? Is she okay?" I ask. He looks up and I see tears in his eyes.

"Her breathing is getting uneven, she's having trouble breathing. Her heart rate is slowly getting slower and slower," says Ethan.

"Fuck. No..." I cry. I see Roni sitting there sobbing, and I go and hug her. Ethan joins in the hug as tears start to come out of my eyes at a faster rate.

I can't lose her.

I can't afford to lose her.

I can't fucking lose her.

I won't able to lose her.

She's gonna be fine, Grayson.

You got this, Grayson.

She's not gonna be fine, Grayson.

Stay calm, Grayson.

I clutch my head from the thoughts coming into my brain. They're invading me, making me feel worse and better at the same time.

The doctor comes out of the room and looks at us. "Her heart rate is still getting slower but it's also getting slowly normal. You guys can go see her, just please stay away from her. You can only pray for her, that her heart rate doesn't slow down again and stays normal."

We nod our heads before going into the room where Nessa's resting, with the oxygen mask doing most of the breathing for her.

We walk and sit on the couch, a perfect view of the heart monitor and Nessa in front of us.

I stare at the heart monitor as it makes pointed mountains of different sizes, all charting the breaths of my still breathing girlfriend.

The mountains become shorter and shorter.

"Guys," I say. "Her heart rate is getting slower again."

They look at what I'm talking about, and we all witness something we never thought we would.

The little mountains become even smaller, as it slowly leads to a plain.

An obnoxious long beep is heard from the monitor, confirming to us that our Nessa is no more.