One and Only

Chapter 31

Jemma's POV:

It's been 4 months and Michael still hasn't woken up from his coma.

 They keep telling me that his brain function is minimal and that the longer he's down the less chance that he'll wake up.

His organs have begun failing and the doctors have asked me to consider pulling the plug.

I cant do it. He'll come back to me. 

I know he will.

 I just have to wait a little more.

I'm the only one here now. Skip and Tina left after they agreed with the doctors that I should put Michael down like a dog.

I had his mom removed when she started to fight me on it. She's even fighting the legitimacy of our marriage. They rule today and if she wins she'll be ruled the next of kin and be the one to decide to pull the plug or not.

I glanced up at the clock and waited.

 Holding the hand of the love of my life. The doors opened and everyone walks in.

 The doctor looked at me with sympathetic eyes and I knew.

He walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry"

He began unhooking machine after machine. Until the only ones left were his heart monitor and the respirator that breathes for him.

I turned to plead with his family. "Please don't do this. He'll come back to me. You'll see! Just give it some more time. He just needs more time!" I screamed.

Skip walked to me. "Jemma he isn't coming back. This isn't living, he's not here anymore. We're doing what's best for him. He died that night, his body just hasn't caught up with his brain yet."

I slapped him with all my might. Then turned and laid next to Michael. 

The tears came as they always did. 

I grabbed his hand and kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm so sorry Michael. I love you and I'll see you soon." I whispered into his ear.

The heart monitor beeped the final time before he flat lined and I felt everything in me die.

 I walked out in a haze of anguish so thick I'm surprised I could even move.

I waited in the hall as everyone said their goodbyes and walked out. 

I couldn't even look at them. 

They just murdered the man I love. 

They took away any chance of him coming back to me and for that I hated them all.

I walked back in and pulled the scalpel I'd snagged from the tray earlier. I laid down next to him and took a long look at the sharp blade. 

"I'm on my way, my love. See you soon" I whispered 

In a matter of seconds I had both wrists slit vertically from wrist to elbow so I'll bleed out faster. Before anyone could come in and stop me.

It amazed me how quick and easy it was, like slicing through butter.

I felt my world blacking out. 

Then my angel's voice was calling me. "Jemma, Jemma"

I died and by some miracle ended up in heaven with my love.

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Michael's Pov: