Afterlove

Death Awaits - Part 2

     In downtown Toronto there are many high rise apartment buildings that are surrounded by the din of traffic and covered in glass panes that reflect the colorful sunrise. One of those buildings is 1924 Sheppard Ave. In one of the many apartments in the building, a twenty-two year old man, with dark brown almost black curly, shoulder-length, hair, quaint light brown eyes, and some stubble that outlined his face. He was cooking breakfast.
     His name was Noah, Noah Wideck. Noah was trustworthy and forgiving. He enjoyed living in the big city and a quick pace in life. Noah also had a wild night life, along with with best friends. He loved being around his close circle of friends, where he was the hard partygoer of the group. Noah was single, although with his face and chiseled body, he could get any man in Toronto. He tried hard to find a man, but the quick pace he had set for himself didn't allow for anything more than a casual hookup.
     The apartment had two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom. Outside the bedrooms was the kitchen and living room. The kitchen was separated from the living room by a line of smooth black cabinets with bar stools, on the side facing the living room, that served as a chill hangout space for when guests were over. The entire apartment was surrounded in floor to ceiling windows.
     Noah's roommate and close friend, Nora, was sitting on the sofa in a relaxed and comfortable way, drinking her morning coffee conservatively. Nora had a relaxed, yet orderly way about her. She had long blonde dyed hair with deep black colored roots, drop brown eyes, and a beautiful model-like face. Although you would usually find Nora dressed extremely fashionably, with the season, and with full hair and makeup, this morning she was wearing a pink hoodie, with dark gray sweat pants. She was studying the events that unfolded on the morning news. Noah couldn't see the TV but he still heard what was going on.
     "Three civilians were killed earlier this morning in a car accident at the intersection of College St. and Bay St.," the news anchor reported. "Only one of the three civilians killed has been identified. He is 22 year old, Shane Chrishaker."
     A picture appeared on screen of a man, Shane Chrishaker, with light blonde hair and  light blue eyes that resembled the ocean. Shane had a clear, heart shaped face and a mole above his top lip. From just his face alone you could imagine what his definite "gym-bod" looked like.
     The news anchor continued, "The collision of Chrishaker's car and the other caused the other one to burst into flames. When police arrived, the two victims in the second car already been burned to death. The burns are making it hard to identify the victims, but the police say they should know by the end of the week. The police are also checking nearby CCTV cameras to get a better understanding of what happened." The anchor went on but Nora spoke over her, to talk to Noah who was in the kitchen, quickly making eggs as he was going to be late for work.
     "It's crazy how many car accidents happen in this city. You'd think the idiots would figure out how drive by now?" she asked, making sure Noah could hear her. Noah, who didn't feel like talking as he was feeling disrupted by having to rush, responded with a casual "Yeah." Nora, expecting a laugh instead of a short remark, continued to watch the TV as Noah quickly finished cooking his eggs, placed them on a paper plate, and sat down at the small table that came with the apartment . Noah quickly began scarfing down his breakfast, taking occasional sips of orange juice. He stoped briefly to look at his watch.
     "Oh shit, I'm gonna be late," Noah remarked seeing that it was a quarter after eight, knowing that he had to be at work at eight forty-five sharp and downtown traffic would not make that possible. Nora glimpsed at him concerningly before returning to watching the news. Noah, who didn't see Nora's look, continued to fastly devour his plate. Nora looked over at Noah again, even more concerned.
     "Slow down dude. You're gonna end up choking," Nora said. Noah looked over at her.
     "I'm gonna be late again," Noah sighed.
     "You gotta start waking up earlier," Nora added.
     "Whatever..." Noah said while letting out another sigh.
     "Ok then... Are you still coming to Chelsea's birthday dinner tonight?" Nora questioned. Noah put his fork down to look over at Nora.
     "That's the plan," Noah responded.
     "Well last time you bailed on us."
     "Well I'm definitely not gonna miss Chelsea's birthday dinner. I've known her since I was eight. She's one of my best friends," Noah responded.
     "Ok," Nora responded mockingly.
     Noah returned to his plate, a little frustrated that Nora had distracted him. He finished his breakfast and threw the fork in the sink and the plate in the trash. At least he was already dressed. He started walking towards the bathroom to style his hair when he glimpsed at his watch and realized he didn't have time. Noah quickly walked over to the door, where he kept his shoes on a rubber mat. He bent over to grab one of the shoes when he got extremely dizzy and fell over. Nora, who heard the fall but hadn't seen it, looked over at Noah. Noah was now breathing quickly and short of breath, while Nora rushed over to him without knowing what was going on.
     "What's going on?" Nora asked very worriedly. Noah tried to respond but couldn't. Instead he reached for his heart. Nora ran over to the coffee table next to the sofa and grabbed her phone. She immediately dialed 9-1-1.
     "Hello, I think my friend is having a heart attack," Nora explained to dispatch very frantically. While waiting for an ambulance to arrive, Nora followed the instructions of the woman working dispatch. Nora tried to remain calm but was still shocked and worried. She knew it was a heart attack almost instantly as her father, when he was still alive, had frequent heart attacks and Nora basically memorized what one looked like.  "You're gonna be ok," she told Noah.
     At this point Noah was really struggling and his skin turned ghostly white. Nora continued to comfort Noah as his conditions got worse. An ambulance arrived a few minutes later. The medics got to the apartment, placed Noah on a stretcher, took him down the elevator to the lobby, and rushed him to the ambulance which was waiting outside. The medics made immediate assessments and did what they could while transporting Noah to the hospital. Nora gripped Noah's hand and held it for the entire journey. Noah got worse on the ride to the hospital, and the medics informed Nora that things weren't looking good. A few hours later Noah Wideck was dead.