A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Sixty-Five

Mhairi:

"Chris?! Chris, can you hear me?!"

Members of the emergency services are pushing the stretcher where Chris' lifeless body lies. I walk alongside with them while my teary eye gazes on his face;

A huge bruise covers half of his left cheek while there's a few scrapes on his forehead and on the other side of his face. The cloth where his head lies are all covered in blood due to the strong collision from falling his face and head first on the ground.

"Please... Please, speak up. Speak up if you can hear me..."

Chris didn't respond back. Fears and the utmost worry swarms all over me while we keep on pushing the stretcher. Conversations from the members of the ambulance service resonate around me but I couldn't comprehend nor couldn't put myself to answer them back. My tears keep on streaming down from my eyes while I keep on talking to him.

"Chris, Chris please, don't let go. Please hang on..." I uttered while still sobbing.

I tried holding his hand while I keep on pleading to let him know that I'm here on his side. He's still unconscious and doesn't respond at all from the moment we took him to the ambulance up to here. But on the moment my palm touches his; he suddenly grips my hand that took me by surprise.

"Oh my God... Chris, can you hear me? C-Can you hear me?!"

His hand grips my hand so tight that I feel like he indeed, heeds me. Tears on my eyes intensify as soon as I realized that he knows that I'm there...

...He knows I'm here for him and heeded my voice pleading him to not let go.

"I'm sorry Miss but, we cannot let you go inside the operating room."

Those words from the nurse triggers the fears and worry I feel.

"B-But--- But I need to be on his side. L-Let me--- let me go in, please." I plead tearfully.

"We couldn't do that, Miss. I'm very sorry."

I've totally lost my composure and confront the nurse in hysteria. He tried to calm me down but I'm too drawn in so much worry and anxiety for Chris' wellbeing I couldn't even hold myself anymore. A familiar voice from somewhere jolted me.

"Mhairi! Mhairi!"

My gaze found the person who owns the voice. The streaming of my tears got worse as soon as this person finally manages to saunter near me.

"A-Auntie... Auntie Judith..."

The sobs I've been holding for hours have finally broken me; now finally breaking myself in tears. Auntie Judith embraces me in a tight hug, consoling me from sobbing and worrying a lot.

"I-I'm--- I-I'm so sorry, Auntie. I-I'm really, really sorry..." I weep in absolute grief.

"I-It's not your fault, Mhairi." She said in a cracked voice. I feel like she's trying to hold back her tears. "Don't say sorry, okay? No one's at fault here."

"B-But Auntie..."

Auntie Judith holds my head and puts it on her shoulder instead. I couldn't help myself but to bawl my eyes out inconsolably; sobbing myself in pure misery from what happened to Chris and the way how I left him standing in the middle of the road instead of putting my act together to save him. The moment when I saw him smiling at me before the bus hit him hits me really hard like a hammer hitting the nail deeper and deeper into my heart and crushing it into bits and pieces. Seeing him hit by the bus made the most horrible memory daunts and haunts me;