Blurred Sentimentality

Sentimental (Ch. 55)

Olivia 

No. No. No.

"No!" I cried out and ran after Jay.

The guards must've left by a different door, because the room was cleared expect for the man I loved on the floor with a pool of blood around him.

"Chaz!" I fell next to him, bawling my eyes out. "Don't go, please."

"I'll be fine." He struggled to say that. His nose and mouth were bleeding, and it hurt like hell to see him that way.

"No! Please!" I hugged his head on my lap. I glanced at Jay, who was standing speechlessly there, and it looked like even his eyes were a bit red. "Help me!"

"Where did they shoot you? Chaz talk to me." I searched his torso for ripped flesh, but it was all bloody and I couldn't tell.

"Chaz! Stay conscious please! I can't lose you!" My vision became a bit blurred, something I was used to. 

"I'll be fine. I'll always come back to you. I promise." He murmured before he closed his blue eyes.

I literally screamed. Screamed at everything and everyone. Why was the universe so harsh? Why were there shitty, ruthless people on this planet?

"I think he got shot here." Jay said uneasily, placing a hand on a place really close to the heart. My crying became worse as Jay dialed 991. I looked at Chaz again, ran my fingers through his hair, waiting helplessly for help to come as Jay applied pressure to Chaz's wound.

"He's losing a lot of blood." Jay murmured. I could tell it was hard for him to talk.

"I can't lose him, Jay. I'm not ready at all. I'll never be ready to lose him." I sobbed. The pain in my heart was so big that i felt it pumping with the blood inside me. Suddenly I felt like I wanted to be the one in Chaz's place. Why did he have to suffer? Why did such a good soul have to end up with a messed up family? 

It felt like I fainted, but was still somehow conscious. Everything was going in circles as police men rushed in the scene, took him away from me and placed him on a stretcher.

There was so much blood everywhere, and to know that it belonged to Chaz, my Chaz, hurt like I was experiencing the shot myself. People were asking me questions, but I couldn't even stop crying to talk. Jay answered all of them as i ran and caught up with Chaz.

Soon enough, there I was in the ambulance with him. I had no idea what to do. Jay took Chaz's car and followed.

This was the scary thing about the universe. You never knew when anything would happen, or when you'd lose anyone. You just had to wait and hope everyday that you didn't lose your loved ones.

Some nurses were working on him. I could tell they started a small part of the surgery, and the way they were rushing around and muttering things only told me that it was bad.

Another one stood next to me, trying to ask me questions, but I couldn't speak.

Soon enough, I was covering my head in the waiting room as Jay tried to comfort me. "He'll be okay." He would mumble, and I would keep asking him how he knew.

A doctor approached us and both jay and I stood quickly. "Chaz Carter..?" He asked and Jay nodded.

"The bullet thankfully didn't completely get his heart, it scraped or rubbed it only. I couldn't say it didn't affect him or the pumping of blood, and there thankfully is a huge chance of survival."

I didn't stop crying. "Huge chance? So there's a chance of not surviving."

"It's very unlikely. We don't usually get patients who get shot by vital organs, but we experienced similar problems, and all the patients survived thankfully."