Forbidden Romance

Chapter Twenty Three: Eternal Pain

     "CAN I GET SOME HELP IN HERE?" Archie exclaimed as Ahmed's face started turning blue.

A nurse then came flying into the room, "You two need to leave," she pointed at Archie and Nancy.

"No, I'm not leaving him, not again," Nancy refused.

"I understand, but you cannot be in here. Do you want him to live or not?" The nurse asked.

Nancy gave a sincere look as she quickly rushed out to the hallway with Archie and stared at Ahmed from the room's window.

Several nurses started panicking as each one had their own job to do. Ahmed's heart monitor continued beeping as Nancy began to loose hope.

"Quick, hand me the defibrillator," one nurse commanded.

The other handed her two iron-like metals that would strike Ahmed's chest in attempt to get him breathing again.

"Hit it," she demanded as Ahmed's chest jumped due to the amount of electricity being struck at him.

"Again," she said.

Ahmed seemed as if he had already been taken and not to be given back.

"AHMED!" Nancy screamed witnessing it all.

"Call it," the nurse said to the other.

"Time of death, 6:13pm,"

"AHMED! NO!" Nancy continued screaming as her knees dropped to the floor.

"It's okay, it's okay, he's in a better place now," Archie patted her back.

The nurses covered Ahmed's body with a warm white blanket.

The nurse walked out to explain to Nancy what had happened.

"I'm so sorry, there was nothing we could do. His lungs were too weak." She sighed and walked away.

"Everyone I love is being taken away from me." Nancy mumbled as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

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"Are we almost there?" Usman asked Jamal as he put his hands over his knees, taking a deep breathe.

"Yes, just a few more steps," he answered.

"I can't wait to see you two behind bars," Zach said angrily.

"And I can't wait to see you in a grave," Jamal tugged on the rope that was still tied to Zach's purple wrists.

"Stop it. It's not time for that Jamal, we need to secure ourselves before the police find us," Usman advised him.

"Come on, get up. We're almost there," Jamal pulled the rope which caused Zach to bawl.

As they walked a few more minutes, they arrived to an old cabin.

"This is it," Jamal pointed.

"What the hell are we doing here?" Zachary interrogated.

"I doubt the police would find this place," Usman smirked.

"You guys are sick." Zachary spit on the floor.

"C'mon, get your ass in here," Jamal shoved Zach through the front door.

They all walked inside the cabin as the floors creaked within every footstep.

Jamal pulled an old wooden chair from the dining room and forced Zachary to sit on it.

"Hope this is comfortable enough for you," Jamal tied his arms and legs to the chair.