WhAT DiD I JuSt MaKE????
There was frantic beeping in the distance, voices screaming, telling everyone what to do. No one was the voice of reason.
His chest was covered in red, though he didn’t know why. It hurt.
She made his way to his side, holding a cloth to his chest. His eyes drifted over to hers, and he gave a sad smile.
“Hold on, you have to hold on for me!” She exclaimed, but all he did was raise his shaking hand and brushed her hair away from her face.
“Let...me...go.” He whispered, and tears fell out of her eyes.
“No, I can't , no…”
He coughed , blood falling between his lips.
“It’s okay….”
“No! Don’t leave me!”
His hand dropped. The constant beeping fell to a loud siren. A flatline.
She grabbed his head, pulled it into her lap, screaming for him to wake up, open his eyes, do something, please!
But he couldn’t hear her. He was gone.
The droning noise continued on. He didn’t.
Ah, yes, the late night story that isn't really good enough to make a real story....