"Good morning, Jackson", I tried to smile as I stepped into the small room.
I carefully placed the red flowers I had brought with me on the white table next to his bed.
I sat on a chair and took his hand on mine.
Then I broke down again.
I squeezed his dry hand and let the tears fall. I loved him more than anything, why him? Why us?
His hand was going white from my tight grip, but I didn't care. I wanted him to feel me, to know he's alive and safe, and to know I was here, and not going to leave.
I listened to the sound of the heart monitor, eyes closed. My thighs were wet from my tears, and my head was beginning to hurt.
Jackson's heart monitor slowed down. I snapped my head up, and looked at it.
50 beats per minute.
I felt my eyes starting to burn again, but I couldn't shed a tear anymore. Jackson was pale. I felt like throwing up.
45 beats per minute.
I looked around but no one was coming to the room. I turned my gaze back to Jackson. He looked pale, but peaceful. My stomach twisted.
40 beats per minute.
My mouth went dry. Why isn't anyone coming?
30 beats per minute.
Watching Jackson's heartbeat drop down was the most painful thing I had ever had to witness. I listened for potential noises in the hall, indicating that someone was coming to help, but I heard nothing. No one was coming.
"Jackson please!" I cried out.
This isn't real. This isn't happening.
I felt a constant stream of tears fall down my cheeks. My whole body was shaking, as I watched the love of my life die right in front of my eyes.
Completely frozen in shock and fear, I watched his pulse drop to zero. His blood pressure dropped to zero.
I turned my gaze to him, and watched how his chest rose one last time.
I can still hear the sound of his heart monitor flatlining.
My baby, my fianceé, my Jackson Wang, is dead.
