De Pride Isle Sanatorium

Chapter 43: Your fault

It's morning, but I just stay in bunker. I stare blankly at the blood stain left on the floor where Johnson laid. "Dear?" I hear someone say. I look up to see a nurse. I look down back at the blood stain. "Hey, darling. It's time to leave the bunker. Come on." She says. I don't reply. "Come on, get up." She says. The nurse leans down and touches my shoulder. I don't know what came over me, but I snap at her. "Don't FUCKING touch me!" I yell. I glare at her. She looks shocked. "Do not talk to me that way! You are going to leave this bunker this instant!" She says sternly. "NO! My boyfriend nearly died right there!" I say, pointing at the blood stain. "Let me stay here!"

She's quiet for a moment. She sighs and shakes her head, then she walks away. I turn my attention back to the blood stain. He's okay, right? Johnson will be okay, right? Part of me hopes that he is okay and is just resting in the infirmary; but another part of me knows that he had a pretty horrific wound. I don't wanna think the worst. I know he's okay. I know he is. He has to be. He-

"Jaxton. Get up."

I look over to see who it is. It's the Mortician. "Please, go away, Sister Annabelle." I say, looking away from her. "You can't mope in here forever. Come on, you're going to miss breakfast."

"I don't care."

"You should, now get up or I will force you out of here myself."

...

"....Go ahead. I don't care. Nothing matters to me anymore.."

I hear her sigh. "Jaxton, I know you're worried about him.." She trails off at the end of her sentence. I look up at her. "But please. I don't think he would want you moping around. He would want you to be your energetic self." I frown at her. She does have a point. "Come on, please." I sigh and stand up. I follow Sister Annabelle out of bunker. She turns around and locks the bunker door. The giant iron doors begin to close. She turns around and we continue to walk towards the West Wing door. Once I exit, she shoves the key into the keyhole next to the doorway and turns it. The iron doors start to close. "Hey, when can I see him?" I ask. Sister Annabelle doesn't turn around.

"Sister?"

She turns around and looks at me with sad eyes. "Jaxton.." She begins. My heart drops and my eyes widen.

No...

"About Johnson.."

No, please..

"We tried our best to stop the bleeding, but his lung suffered a lot of trauma."

Stop talking.

"He's dead."

It feels like my heart drops into my stomach. A lump in my throat forms, and I start to sob. "I'm so sorry. We really tried to help him."

"Shut up!" I snap. "Y-You nurses were supposed to help us! You let him die!" I start sobbing more. "No! That isn't true! We really-"

"S-Stop! I don't want to hear it anymore!" I storm off. I storm off to the East Wing, where the dorms are. I go inside a dorm and close the door. I slowly sit on the floor and let myself cry. I cry so hard.

I cry so much. I can't believe he's fucking dead. I really hoped me and him would last a life time. Now my dreams of him are ruined...

How am I supposed to live like this now?