Luke whipped into the first parking space he could find, and sprinted into the hospital. Running to the elevators, he squeezed his body through just before the doors sealed. His legs shook as he waited for his floor.
The doors to the elevator opened and Luke was assaulted by the angry beeps of a heart monitor. Not realizing it was Her heart monitor until he reached the room full of doctors.
"Oh my god," he gasped.
"Sir, I need you to leave," a nurse said as she clutched his arm to lead him out of the room.
"No! No, I'm not leaving! Is she okay!? What's wrong!?", he yelled as he pulled against the nurse.
"Someone get him out!" A doctor shouted while performing CPR.
A group of 7 nurses grabbed Luke by the arms, and dragged him out before locking the door. He pounded against it, sobbing, before crumbling to the floor.
After what seemed like an eternity, the doctors exited the room. Her doctor turned to Luke as he jumped to his feet.
"She's stable. For now. But Mr. Hemmings, I'm afraid it's time to start thinking about taking her off of life support."
"Absolutely not. How can you sit here and tell me to take away the one thing that is giving the love of my life a chance?" Luke shook with rage.
"I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm just giving you your options, and my professional opinion. And my opinion is that her organs will not be able to heal from the damage they suffered." The doctor sighed.
"What are her chances?" Luke demanded an answer.
"Honestly? Not good. I'd say ten percent."
Luke shoved past the doctor and in to see Her. He pulled up a chair and clutched her hand. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. Her ring.
"I never wanted to do this here, Love. I never would have imagined we would ever be here. But we are. And god it sucks. Because it's not just like losing a person. It's losing a part of my life that I didn't realize was so consuming," Luke began. "I threw away all of the alcohol in the house today. I knew you'd want me to. And I cleaned. And I found your old Zeppelin shirt. And I cried. I've been doing that a lot. Crying. I don't even know what to say right now. Everything in that damn house is you. From the coffee mug, to the way the blankets smell, to the sound of the music playing. I'm living with a Ghost of You, and you aren't even dead. And I'm crushed, oh god, am I crushed. I wake up and reach for you before remembering. And then I can't breathe. Remember when your mother said we were too young to love? Too dumb? Well fuck that. Fuck that. It's been 4 years since you showed up at my door at 3 in the morning and I'm even more in love with you than I was then. Everything I see and hear reminds me of you. I try to dance and I can't. Because I'm awful. But you were awful too and we were a beautiful mess, figuring it out together, and now my feet don't know what to do. They could find some sort of rhythm with yours, even if it was wrong. They don't dance the same. Not like when they were with you," Luke took a shaky breath and gathered his thoughts.
"When you first fell into your coma, they told me you could hear me. But it was too painful to speak to you, when I knew I wasn't going to get a response. I knew I wasn't going to hear your voice answering mine. And I don't even know if you can hear me now, but I need to tell you. I'm angry. I'm angry because we were supposed to have a future. I was going to ask you to marry me, and you were supposed to say yes. We were supposed to have a wedding and move into a bigger house and have kids and-," Luke stopped to gasp for breath, his sobs overtaking him. He couldn't do this. He couldn't lose Her forever. He couldn't just live with Her ghost.
"Well then let's go get married, goofus."
