TILL DEATH DO US PART {COMPLETED}

Would you let go?

Seth's POV

I anxiously pace... more like limp, back and forth in the hospital waiting room, not caring about the sharp pain I'm feeling in my knees or bruises on my feet.

I watch as Roman and Charlotte bursts into the room with concern written all over their faces.
" Where's Becky?" Charlotte asks fearfully, tears streaming down her face and horror in her eyes, I swallow hard, avoiding eye contact with her, knowing it was all my fault, " She's in the theatre... they're performing a minor surgery to stitch up... to stitch up her wrist" I say with difficulty.

Roman squeezes Charlotte's shoulder reassuringly as she wipes away her tears, I know how traumatized she is knowing her bestfriend almost ended her life.

" Seth, you're limping" Roman points out worriedly, " I ran all the way here" I reply with a shrug.

" You what???" Charlotte asks in disbelief. " You heard me" I tell her.
" So you're telling me that you ran all the way from Becky's house to here with Becky in your arms?" Roman asks stunned.

" What did you want me to do?" I suddenly scream in frustration. " Call an ambulance?" Charlotte replies in a duh tone.

" Ambulance... ambulance you say, imagine breaking through a door to find your girlfriend and love of your life in a pool of her own freaking blood, imagine finding the love of your life, and the reason for your existence lifeless, now, imagine knowing that you drove her to do it" I scream at them both in frustration, more angry at myself than anything.

Then I go on in a small and pain filled voice,tears streaming down my face,
" imagine holding onto her lifeless body knowing that that might be the last time you hold onto her, would you let go?" I ask them and when they don't reply I repeat the question but this time in a louder voice, " Would you let go?"

Roman walks closer to me rather than replying, then places me in a comforting hug. I bury my head in his chest and cry, I just cry out every mind screwing, bone chattering,chill giving thought that has made its way into my head. I cry out every demon, I cry out every emotion that has taken over me. I cry them all out.

I'm a man, but I cry like a baby and I'm not one bit ashamed because,men do get hurt,men get broken,men get depressed,men get traumatized, men feel pain and most especially...MEN CRY and it's not something to be ashamed of, I don't care who thinks otherwise.

A nurse soon calls me aside to tell me that Becky needs a blood transfusion urgently. Becky and I have the same blood type so without hesitation I agree to donate my blood despite my phobia for needles.

After I donate the blood,I'm asked to once more stay in the waiting room.

" Are you the one that brought in a certain Miss Rebecca Quinn?" A nurse asks me as she walks up to me, " Yes I am" I reply anxiously.

" We'd like for you to contact her family, to let them know that you signed for her to get operated on and also, only family members are allowed to see her" The nurse informs me.

I glance over at Roman and Charlotte and they immediately know what I'm about to say so they give me encouraging nods.

" We're the closest thing she has to family" I tell the nurse. " I'm not supposed to let you in with just that... but, you ran into this hospital with her in your arms,God knows the distance you ran, but no one would do that for someone they don't care about and if you had gotten here a second later than you did...we would've lost her" the nurse tells me impressed and allows us to go in, with the condition that I get my feet and knees examined.

I walk into the private ward, Roman and Charlotte behind me to find Becky still unconscious body, she's attached to an IV and a heart monitor which, her heart beat is still a little weak considering the amount of blood she lost.