Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Why would he do this...?

Narrator's POV:

"We have a 27 year old male. Roughly 5 foot 7 with a concussion, and a severe gun shot wound to his upper leg. His life signs are being monitored. High rate of respiration, and high percentage of blood loss. Vital readings show that without immediate surgery, chance of survival is less than 25%".

The paramedics in the ambulance reported back to the hospital, whilst trying to keep Joe alive. He'd passed out and was in absolute shreds. Anthony never shot him in the head. He moved the gun away at the last second, and shot Joe in the leg. Dianne was in the back of the ambulance with Joe. She held his hand and cried her eyes out, wishing for him to wake up. For him to show her those beautiful ocean blue eyes. She couldn't help but feel that it was her fault. She couldn't help but feel like she would be the one charged with murder if Joe dies. She blamed herself for leading Anthony to Joe.

Her world was crashing down, the one person she was ever sure that she loved was on his last chance of life. It wasn't looking good. Dianne's clothes and hands were covered in Joe's precious blood. After he was shot, Anthony fled, leaving Joe to bleed out on the bathroom floor with Dianne close to his side. She couldn't control hr emotions whilst she called 999. The time they took to get to Joe seemed like a life time for Dianne. She didn't know what to do but stay close to Joe, and trust him to wake up, and trust the doctors to keep him alive.

The ambulance suddenly came to a stop and the doors opened. Joe was rushed out of the ambulance and into the hospital. Dianne was left behind, tears streaming down her face. Her world crashing down, and the one person she loved, being taken away from her.

Dianne's POV:

I watched them take Joe into the hospital. Several doctors rushed out and grabbed the bed he was laying unconsciously in. A nurse came up to me and gave me a hand out of the ambulance. Tears continuously fell down my cheeks. I felt empty. I felt guilty. I felt lost.

Joe was my everything and I can't believe that I let him down after all that he's been through.

My legs were like jelly and I could barely stand. The nurse put an arm around my waist and supported me into the hospital. I wanted to stay with Joe, see what was happening to him. I was taken down several corridors of the hospital. I was given looks by many people for several reasons. I was covered in blood, I was crying my eyes out, and I was on the verge of collapsing. I was brought into an empty office somewhere in the depths of the hospital. The nurse gave me a tight hug and sat me down in one of the chairs. She went across to the other side of the room and and handed me a pair of joggers and a plain white T-shirt. She told me to put hem on rather than sit covered in Joe's blood.

I did as I was told, as the tears stopped falling down my face. I didn't have the energy to cry anymore. My mind was in overdrive, thinking of any possibility that could happen tonight. I looked up to see the nurse sitting opposite me holding out a box of tissues.

"Thank you," I said as I took one. "Will Joe be okay?" I regretted asking her that. It was a stupid question and I knew the answer. She sighed and looked me in the eyes.

"It's hard to tell at the moment. But I can assure you that Joe is in good hands. We have some of the best doctors in the world here and Joe is a priority emergency. He will get the best treatment here and we will do everything we can to keep him alive."

I knew she was saying what I wanted to hear, but it helped. I looked at the floor and tried to hold back the second round of tears that were coming.

"It's okay to cry about this." The nurse said. "I hate to be the one to ask you this but I need you to fill out some forms about yourself and Joe whilst you stay here in the hospital. It's just a bunch of legal things but it has to be done.

I nodded as she handed me a large stack of forms. I slowly went through them, filling out all of mine and Joe's information.

"Thank you so much." The nurse said to me. " I have to leave now but just in case you need anything, press that button by the door, i'll come straight back if you have any questions, or just need to talk. There's food and water in that cupboard over there. Please eat something and then try to get some rest. You're physically exhausted and as much as we need to take care of Joe, we can't ignore your health. A doctor will come in to speak to you after a while, the moment they have any news on Joe."

She gave me one final hug and left me alone in the room. I sat down again and just stared at my hands. Joe's blood was dried onto my palms. I couldn't un-see the events from tonight. I stretched out across a few chairs, and cried myself to sleep. I didn't want to sleep without knowing if Joe was okay, but my body over powered me, and I drifted off into a deep slumber.