Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Is it me and you back to 2...?

Joe's POV:

I was confused at what she meant at first. But eventually, the penny dropped.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. My breathing increased to a rapid sprint and my heart was beating like an incoming train. 

I jumped out of bed and into my wardrobe. I threw on some joggers and a hoodie. I looked over to Dianne. She hadn't moved from her last position. She was sat up right. Tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. I went over to the bed and sat down next to her.

"Di we have to get you to hospital okay." I said. It was like talking to a brick wall. I placed my hand on her cheek and wiped the tears away from her face using my thumb. I was on the verge of tears myself but I had to stay strong for Dianne right now. I looked into her eyes, as she looked back into my own. She gave me a slight nod. I grabbed her hand and helped her get out of bed. She was wearing one of my hoodies and a pair of shorts. The shorts had blood on them. The sight of that broke my heart.

As Dianne stood up, she screamed in agony. She doubled over and clutched onto her stomach.

"Di what was that?" My voice was panicky and I felt completely useless.

"Joe I'm in so much pain." She said through her tears. She screamed again. I ran back to the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of Dianne's joggers. I helped her get out of the shorts and into the clean joggers. She screamed for a third time. That noise was like the sound of my world ending. It was horrible.

She couldn't walk so I scooped her legs up and carried her bridal style down the stairs. It wasn't easy, but I had to move quickly and not drop Dianne. I rushed her down the stairs and put her on the sofa, quickly I ran around grabbing my keys and phone before I picked Dianne back up again. We headed out the door and down to the parking for our apartment block. I'd been lent a car for the next few weeks which was ideal for getting us to the hospital quickly. I put Dianne in the front seat and ran around to the drivers side. 

As I started to drive, I didn't know what to think about right now. I didn't know what to feel. It was only 3 o'clock in the morning yet already this was the shittiest day I had ever had. 

The hospital was a 30 minute drive away.The roads were clear and completely quiet but I didn't drive too quickly.

I couldn't concentrate. I kept on looking over to Dianne. Her eyes were fixed forwards. She was in pain. She was upset. She was lost and once again beaten down by the shit show she has to call life.

I'd always told her that I would go through hell and back just to see her smile, and my views on that statement would never change. But right now, Dianne was in hell, and for what purpose. I couldn't do anything and I felt useless. We continued to drive in silence. Until eventually we arrived at the hospital.

I got out quickly to run around and pick up Dianne. As I opened the passenger door Dianne began to cry more. She turned to me and looked into my eyes.

"Joe I'm scared." She said helplessly

Tears started to fall down my face as well. I couldn't hold them back anymore

"Me too Di."