Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Forty-Three

"Eleighna?" I whispered.

The line was flat with a loud, long beep but I didn't want to face the fact that she's gone.

I don't want to face the fact that her heart is no longer beating. I want to find a sign that she's still alive somehow.

I reached my hand to her wrist, going towards the vein underneath her thumb only to feel nothing. There is no beating pulse.

"Open your eyes, please." I sobbed. "Please wake up." I pleaded.

She didn't.

Jace stayed in the seat beside her bed, holding her hand, crying.

I want to help Jace but I can't.

I wonder what the best way to get through grief is?

If there is a way, then I don't know what it is.

Cope. Coping by yourself.

When Colton heard the heart monitor flatline, he glanced up at Eleighna, then he left.

I don't actually know if he left the hospital but I know he left the room.

I wanted to lay on the floor and lay in my misery of losing my best friend but Colton must be in a worse state than I am.

It's his sister.

It's his sister who died in her sleep with no success of revival from the doctors. That fifteen-year old girl is gone.

Fifteen-years old?

Why so young?

She was only fifteen.

Maybe it happened for a reason. I don't know.

I would look at her and smile when she looked at Jace. She was never unhappy around him. Whenever he was around, it's like nothing was wrong. It's like the cancer wasn't even there at all; as if it was never there.

If I regretted something, it's not spending as much time with her as I should have.

I should have come more often.

I didn't have an excuse for not coming so often.

I was in the hospital. So what? I could have snuck up here.

I walked outside the room and into the hallway where the only people walking the hall were nurses or doctors.

No Colton.

But this isn't about Colton nor is it about me.

This is about Eleighna.

I wanted to pass out on the floor and lie there until someone dragged me back to my room. I wanted to lie in my own misery but I wanted to bang my head on the wall or punch anything that wouldn't cause pain.

But once a hit is made, pain is created.

One hit into the wall, and people would have to drag me home which may result in an unecessary catastrophy where I started to take it out on them.

That would be my theory or prediction into the future as to what it would be like if I went through with either one of those options.

Instead, I'm standing in Eleighna's hospital room, staring at her bed - The bed that has her pale, skinny, and lifeless body on it.

My emotions bubbled up inside me, waiting for me to explode in a heap of sobs or burst into a rush of fury.

But I didn't. I stood there, letting my emotions control me internally but not take any action externally.