Bye Bye Baby

Bye Bye Baby - Chapter 9

Today is visitation day. The day in which families come to see their children in the hospital. I am not looking forward to it at all.
I slip on an aqua colored halter top and a pair of dark wash shorts and I hear my phone buzz. I pick it up of the glass table and look at it; it's Ethan. The text says "Meet me in my room?". My palms instantly begin to sweat, and I text back "Okay(:"
I sashay down the hallways of the sterile hospital until I reach Ethan's hospital room. I knock on the door quietly. Ethan opens the door with a frazzled look on his face. "Are you ok?" I ask as I raise and eyebrow at him. He takes my arm and tugs me inside while shutting the door behind him. Without wasting a breath, he blurts out a million things at once. "It's visitation day and my parents are coming but I don't want them here because they want me to transfer hospitals and I don't want to and I don't know what to do." My eyes widen. "Just calm down" I giggle. "Easy for you to say" he laughs. "So who's coming from your family?" I question. "Mom, dad, brother... Who all think cancer is contagious or something..." He snickers unsurely. We sit, laughing at our families craziness until the hospital intercom dings. It's time. We walk into the lobby and I take a deep breath, scanning the sea of people. Ethan tensely squeezes my hand and walks to a tall blonde woman, a tall brown haired man, and a small young brown haired boy; obviously his family. I stand at the entrance of the lobby as the children and teenagers find their families and file out of the crowded room. I bite my lip as I realize it... My parents aren't coming. I should've seen this coming. As much as I acted like I didn't want them here, I kind of did. As Ethan and his family walk past me, he shoots me a sympathetic look. I trudge into my room feeling powerless. I can feel myself slipping into my old ways. A tear rolls down my face. I power walk into my bathroom and grab the disposable razor out of my shower. It takes all my power, but I manage to rip out the first blade. I gently slice the blade over my previous cutting wounds that wee in the midst of healing. I let the blood trail down my wrist. My tears fall off my face like a rainfall. The blood and tears mix into what seems like a deadly potion. Interrupting my hysteria, I hear a blood hurdling scream coming from down the hallway. I grab a tissue and wipe my cheeks dry as I slam open my door and walk down the hallway in the direction of the noise. I stop at Ethan's room. Thats where the chaos is coming from. I bust through the door and I see Ethan and his parents standing across from each other. They'd obviously been fighting. His dad looks at me in confusion while his mom gives him a bloodshot look. His mother grabs his little brothers hand and motions his father out of the room. When the door shuts with a bang, Ethan takes a seat on his bed. "I'm sorry I interrupted I just didn't know what was happeneing" I apologize, turning to him. My jaw drops. Ethan's laying on his bed and not moving. I run over to his bed in a panic. Shaking him, I let out screams. "Ethan. Ethan. ETHAN." I cry. I lean next to his bed and click the emergency button on the wall over and other again. The only thing crossing my mind is that this can't be it... It can't be. Still shaking him and screaming, nurses and doctors rush into the room. I'm pushed aside and I watch as the madness takes place. A nurse gets on top of him and starts CPR. I'm taken out of the room while bawling my eyes out. I'm left in the hallway. The quiet, sterile hallway...///
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