Hold me

Chapter 19

Gabby's POV

"You have everything packed?" I asked Belle and she nodded. "Okay, let's go home," I said smiling. As she was walking to the door she passed out, I was scared I didn't know what to do. "HELP!" I screamed. A bunch of doctors came in to help her, they kicked me out. "Gabby what happened?" My moms were asking and I just couldn't bring myself to talk to them. I felt like I couldn't breathe, everything was spinning then the lights went off, and I was a bright room.

"Gabby," someone said. I know that voice, the same voice keeps repeating my name and every time I was closer. The smell I know that perfume, I kept on running until I bumped into a person. "Lee..." I said hugging her so tight. "You're alive, you're here," I said touching her face. "No Gabby, I'm dead," she said and I felt a stabbing pain in my heart.

"Gabby, can you hear me?" Someone said touching my wrist. "What happened?" I asked recognizing that the person talking to me was Dr. Pierce. "You had a panic attack," she said. "Belle! How is Belle?" I asked. The look on her face said it all. "But you said that she had two more days," I said. "I am very sorry," she said. I grabbed her hand in mine. "I know, me too," I said. "And I know you've done everything in your power for my little sister, so thank you, thank you very much," I said hugging her. "Do you think I could see her?" I asked. "Yes follow me, your family is already there," she said.

I followed her to a new room, with a bigger bed and a nicer view. "Hello Dr. Pretty," said Belle making Dr. Pierce smiled. "Hello there supergirl," she said. I smiled and sat in the chair next to her. She's not gonna be in any pain it'll be like she is going to sleep.
There was a knock on the door, Bri and Lexi were there.

"Hey there little Hart," she said. "I missed you," Belle said. "I missed you too little Hart," she said and I rolled my eyes, missed her that much that she wouldn't come see her at the hospital. "Lexi it's so good to see you too," said Belle smiling at Lexi.

"Can we talk?" Said Bri and I just nodded. We walked out of the room. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's not me who you should be apologizing to," I said. "Look, I know you're mad at me but you have to understand that's also hard on me," she said and I look at her. "How do you think I feel?" I asked her. "Lee left her in my care, for me to protect her and now she's dying and I can't save her," I said. "This is not your fault," Bri said. "Then whose is it?" I asked punching the wall. "Gabby!" She said. "Just be there for her and leave me alone," I said walking away.

I locked myself in the bathroom and cried, I looked down at my hands looking at the bruises forming on my knuckles. I felt the anger building up as my head was filling up with how I can't save her, how I let my little sister died, how I let her sister died and how I'm letting her died. I feel impotent, the hopelessness was bigger than before and I kept punching the wall not feeling any pain. I hate myself, I hate myself for locking myself in a bathroom instead of sharing the last day with my little girl.

I look at myself in the mirror for a split second I saw Lee next to me. Maybe it's true that I'm going crazy. "Lee, I am so sorry," I said. I kept repeating that over and over again while crying my eyes out. There was a knock on the door "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed. "Babe, it's me open the door please," said Lexi. I unlocked the door and when she saw me her eyes filled up with tears and as soon as she saw my knuckles bleeding she started crying. She wrapped my hands and hold me tight, rubbing my back and telling that she was here with me.

After a few minutes, I composed myself and walked back to Belle's room with her. "Sis, what happened to your hands?" Asked Belle. My moms looked at me worried and I just wave them off. "I'm fine," I said kissing Belle's forehead. Belle closed her eyes and I looked at Lexi. "I don't think I'm ready to let her go," I said. "I know baby," she said holding my hand. Please, God, don't take her away from me, please. I felt tears pouring down my face as I was begging him not to take her.