You Took My Breath Away

Chapter Seventeen

I didn't see him for days after that. I didn't see him out in the corridor, Bruce didn't talk about him when I asked. I got upset a lot. I would cry myself to sleep most nights, nobody there to wipe my tears. The worst thing is, I don't know where he is. Maybe he got moved to another floor, but what if he quit? What if he was fired? I lost Jason, I lost Kathryn, I can't lose Isaac. I lie back and try to think about life, but with tears streaming down my face, all I can think about is him. I feel a lot like a boy in a short story I wrote, Jack. A 17 year old girl, Ellie, who fell in love with a boy suffering from depression, Jack. They did everything together, and Jack fell hard for her. His depression got easier and easier to manage with each day they were together. But after two years together, Ellie died in a gruesome crash. Jack couldn't' take it and he ended up killing himself, to be with her. Depressing and dark, but I can relate to him. Doctor. Bruce opens my door and pokes his head through. "Hey, Carly. Um, I just thought i'd let you know that Isaac has gone up north for an immediate and unexpected surgery. He wants you to know he'll be okay." He's staring at his feet as he says this. I open my mouth wide, in total shock, and Bruce gives me a soft smile. "Don't worry, Carly. He's okay." Yet again, he checks my vitals, clipboard, and head. Then walks out. For the next two hours, I do the most dangerous thing humanly possible. I think. A lot. Too much. I think too much, too hard, and for too long, that I end up crying. My eyes sting from salty tears falling from them. I fall asleep around 11pm. I have a horrible sleep, but at least I got some.