The Plauge

"No!" I cry. Each sob racking against my chest. "Bring him back to me.... please." I whisper the last word. I carefully run the sores from the sign showing he has the plague caring heart. The heart he gave to me when I couldn't stand him. The heart which will no longer beat. That will no longer force him to breathe. It's gone, along with everything else I ever cared about. The sores are bloody and spreading. There was no way he could have survived it even by the slightest miracle. I rub my arms over them hoping the cream will take effect quickly. I felt the flow of my pain go through me. I hear a whisper in my ear and a small tug on my arm.

I bury my head into his neck and the tears fall without command. "Cameron do something!" I yell and her running my fingers through his hair. She warms the paddles up and set one on his chest on the other somewhat on his side. I listen to each painful whine reading blank, meaning no pulse, meaning no Alex. Each time it flatlined I cried harder. I lean against the wall holding my chest trying to hold myself together, gasping for air.

When it flatlines again I slump to the floor and bury my face into my hands. I fall every time I try to get up and I drag myself over to him. Kissing him goodbye before Cameron tries one last time. And then I hear it, a heart beat in perfect rhythm. I look over and see the heavy rise and fall of his chest while Cameron works quickly tending to his wounds. I wipe my tears and walk over slowly staring in awe, and I lay a hand on his cheek.

"He's alive." I whisper. I barley hear myself say it.

Doing whatever I had just done hurt me in the end. The pain was excruciating. The light was blinding. Shadows stood over me and a hand caressed my cheek and ran over my hair on a calming manner, not really loving. I felt a pinch in my arm and whatever I did see was disfigured majorly. My edges went from black to red to white. And that's all my memory contains. Everything else was just...... missing.