Blood On Her Hands.
Complications.
-A Nurse's POV-
They brought him.
It was a terrifying sight.
It wasn't like something I had deal with before.
It was heartbreaking.
They wheeled him to the Emergency Room.
Four teenagers were running to catch up with the us.
Maybe they were friends.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
One of them was a girl with black shoulder length messy hair.
And she was crying her eyes out.
Another was a short guy with several tattoos on his arms and something that I could make out as a scorpion on his neck.
He was shaking, horrified.
Then a skinny figure behind the girl was also sobbing.
He wears glasses.
And a muscular, football type guy with an afro.
They were all miserable.
Like he is dying.
They brought the boy inside, I stopped on my tracks blocking the teenagers from going inside.
"I'm very sorry, but you guys need to wait here."
The skinny boy with brown-blond hair begged.
He was crying, it was painful even though I don't know them.
It's so painful to see someone suffer like this
"I'm really, really sorry. I'll let you know when he's fine."
I closed the doors infront of me and rushed to where the boy was.
-Liz's POV-
I sat and waited.
Louise has already fallen asleep on my lap from exhaustion.
And I was exhausted too, but I don't wanna to sleep.
It's been four hours since they all left to rush a half-zombie state Gerard to the hospital.
It was horrible.
The tears I was keeping when Louise was still up—asking questions—are now announcing their arrival.
I was hiding it to her because it would cause panic.
Poor little girl.
Her mom died and her father is in a terrible state.
And she doesn't even have any idea how bad things are.
I doubt anyone told her Haley was dead.
She doesn't even know what 'dead' really means.
She thinks when something died, it will come back.
Like flowers.
I shook my head.
"Oh God, I don't believe you exists but if you do, just think of this poor girl."
I whispered, combing her black hair carefully with my fingers.
How would she grow up without both parents?
How would she take it?
Before, I could picture what will it be like if Gerard and Haley forms a family.
Haley always loved babies.
She thinks they're angels in disguised.
And Gerard, he's always been passionate to everyone.
Yeah, he could be a jerk but that's just when he's drunk and/or stoned.
Which is basically a rare occurrence.
And Louise would grow up as a loving, sweet woman like her mom.
Haley was never been a bitch.
Even though she is being treated as shit.
That's why she earned us.
Me, Ray, Frank, Mikey and Gerard.
That's why we love her so much.
Because she's an angel.
And it makes me smile, thinking that Louise will grow up like her.
But she will get Gerard's don't-treat-me-or-anyone-i-love-like-shit-or-I-will-beat-the-fuck-out-of-you attitute.
I sighed.
But Haley's gone, never coming back.
And her dad..
Tears were flowing recklessly.
I feel sad for this child.
I closed my eyes and saw.
Saw our happy days together.
On that meadow, outside the school.
Gerard and Haley.
Me and Mikey.
Jess, being a freshmen and the youngest, running around while being chased by Frank.
And Ray chasing Frank.
I chuckled.
Then all of the colors started fading away.
Leaving a sore shade of gray behind.
Everyone of them were staring at me.
Sadness in their eyes.
And Haley started to fade as the wind blows.
"No! No! NO!" I tried screaming.
I tried reaching but I can't.
It was like they're too far.
I can see, but can't touch.
Gerard fell on the ground and started crying.
Then he too started fading away.
"NO! NO!"
Then he was gone.
Five pairs of eyes were on me.
Mikey is crying.
Jess is crying.
Frank is crying.
Ray is crying.
I was crying.
"Don't cry guys. Don't. Don't cry." I choked.
And they all started to fade away except me.
I felt panic creeping on me.
"NO!"
My eyelids popped open as a jolted awake.
I looked around.
It was dim, but not black.
The moon gave everything it could touch a shade of steel.
I can feel Louise's steady and calm breathing on my lap.
Sept. 17, Fri 1:30 am
The clock above the TV flashed, in red light
I yawned.
Remembering the nightmare, I wrapped my hands around my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
It was horrible.
All of them will die.
And me.
What will happen to me?
Alone and miserable.
I felt the urge to scream again.
I reached the switch of the lamp on the side table.
Switching it on, I looked at Louise.
Sleeping peacefully.
Not knowing anything.
I carefully moved her tiny head from my lap to the couch, pulling a throw pillow and placing her head on it.
Then I ran to the kitchen.
I flicked the lights on and grabbed the phone.
There were eight messages.
I listened to the first.
It was from Mikey.
"Hey Liz, they just wheeled Gee to the ER. The nurse said she'll tell us when he's fine...Bye."
He was sobbing.
The next was also from Mikey.
"Liz, where are you? Are you sleeping? Did you went to take a walk? Call me please."
This next one was sent, two minutes after the last.
"Liz, I need to hear your voice please! Please.." He paused, calming himself.
"...I need—they still don't know if...Gee.." Then I heard sobbing and something crashing on the floor.
I felt my heart race, "Mikey!"
I quickly listened to the next one.
"Hey Liz, Mikey won't stop until I call you. Are you sleeping? If so, please give us a call after you get this. Mikey's panicking."
It was Ray.
The next one was sent at 9:28 pm.
There was no message left.
The sixth and seventh one were all just calls, checking if someone's gonna get the phone.
And the last one was sent, two minutes from now.
Which is, 1:41.
"Liz, I am serious. If you don't call me in five minutes, I will send cops to check in if you're hurt. Please, I am serious."
Beeep. End of message.
I quickly dialed Mikey's number.
I rang twice and then Ray answered it.
"Uh, what?" He asked, disoriented.
"Let me talk to Mikey."
"Oh, Mikey?" There was a pause. "He's asleep—"
Ray was still gonna say something but Mikey was screaming.
"NO, I'M NOT ASLEEP! GIVE ME THE PHONE! LET ME GO FRANK!"
"Oh, he's not. Hold on,"
Then it was Mikey.
"OhmyGod, Liz. Iamsoworried!Icalledyoueigthtimesbutnooneanswered!Theywon'tletmecallagain!
Areyoufine!Whathappened?IsLouisefine?Whereareyou?Talktome!AnswermeLiz,GODDAMINT!"
"Whoa, okay calm down mister. And let's do it again, slowly..Okay, breath."
"Okay."
I nodded. "Mike, I fell asleep, I'm sorry. I was just so exhausted. I didn't go anywhere. Louise is sleeping."
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry I panicked."
"Yeah, don't worry. And don't be mean to the others there okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Whatever." He sighed.
"Mikey, how bad was it?" He didn't answered at first.
So I thought it was bad. Very bad.
"You don't need to tell me right away, I know it's hard."
"Liz, they took him from the ER. He's in Intensive Care right now. They said he was conscious, but his subconscious is not. I mean, what the fuck does that supposed to mean? They said, he can't feel anything. Pain or heat or cold. They said he was numb. I thought it was coma, they said no. It's worst, way worst."
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They brought him.
It was a terrifying sight.
It wasn't like something I had deal with before.
It was heartbreaking.
They wheeled him to the Emergency Room.
Four teenagers were running to catch up with the us.
Maybe they were friends.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
One of them was a girl with black shoulder length messy hair.
And she was crying her eyes out.
Another was a short guy with several tattoos on his arms and something that I could make out as a scorpion on his neck.
He was shaking, horrified.
Then a skinny figure behind the girl was also sobbing.
He wears glasses.
And a muscular, football type guy with an afro.
They were all miserable.
Like he is dying.
They brought the boy inside, I stopped on my tracks blocking the teenagers from going inside.
"I'm very sorry, but you guys need to wait here."
The skinny boy with brown-blond hair begged.
He was crying, it was painful even though I don't know them.
It's so painful to see someone suffer like this
"I'm really, really sorry. I'll let you know when he's fine."
I closed the doors infront of me and rushed to where the boy was.
-Liz's POV-
I sat and waited.
Louise has already fallen asleep on my lap from exhaustion.
And I was exhausted too, but I don't wanna to sleep.
It's been four hours since they all left to rush a half-zombie state Gerard to the hospital.
It was horrible.
The tears I was keeping when Louise was still up—asking questions—are now announcing their arrival.
I was hiding it to her because it would cause panic.
Poor little girl.
Her mom died and her father is in a terrible state.
And she doesn't even have any idea how bad things are.
I doubt anyone told her Haley was dead.
She doesn't even know what 'dead' really means.
She thinks when something died, it will come back.
Like flowers.
I shook my head.
"Oh God, I don't believe you exists but if you do, just think of this poor girl."
I whispered, combing her black hair carefully with my fingers.
How would she grow up without both parents?
How would she take it?
Before, I could picture what will it be like if Gerard and Haley forms a family.
Haley always loved babies.
She thinks they're angels in disguised.
And Gerard, he's always been passionate to everyone.
Yeah, he could be a jerk but that's just when he's drunk and/or stoned.
Which is basically a rare occurrence.
And Louise would grow up as a loving, sweet woman like her mom.
Haley was never been a bitch.
Even though she is being treated as shit.
That's why she earned us.
Me, Ray, Frank, Mikey and Gerard.
That's why we love her so much.
Because she's an angel.
And it makes me smile, thinking that Louise will grow up like her.
But she will get Gerard's don't-treat-me-or-anyone-i-love-like-shit-or-I-will-beat-the-fuck-out-of-you attitute.
I sighed.
But Haley's gone, never coming back.
And her dad..
Tears were flowing recklessly.
I feel sad for this child.
I closed my eyes and saw.
Saw our happy days together.
On that meadow, outside the school.
Gerard and Haley.
Me and Mikey.
Jess, being a freshmen and the youngest, running around while being chased by Frank.
And Ray chasing Frank.
I chuckled.
Then all of the colors started fading away.
Leaving a sore shade of gray behind.
Everyone of them were staring at me.
Sadness in their eyes.
And Haley started to fade as the wind blows.
"No! No! NO!" I tried screaming.
I tried reaching but I can't.
It was like they're too far.
I can see, but can't touch.
Gerard fell on the ground and started crying.
Then he too started fading away.
"NO! NO!"
Then he was gone.
Five pairs of eyes were on me.
Mikey is crying.
Jess is crying.
Frank is crying.
Ray is crying.
I was crying.
"Don't cry guys. Don't. Don't cry." I choked.
And they all started to fade away except me.
I felt panic creeping on me.
"NO!"
My eyelids popped open as a jolted awake.
I looked around.
It was dim, but not black.
The moon gave everything it could touch a shade of steel.
I can feel Louise's steady and calm breathing on my lap.
Sept. 17, Fri 1:30 am
The clock above the TV flashed, in red light
I yawned.
Remembering the nightmare, I wrapped my hands around my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
It was horrible.
All of them will die.
And me.
What will happen to me?
Alone and miserable.
I felt the urge to scream again.
I reached the switch of the lamp on the side table.
Switching it on, I looked at Louise.
Sleeping peacefully.
Not knowing anything.
I carefully moved her tiny head from my lap to the couch, pulling a throw pillow and placing her head on it.
Then I ran to the kitchen.
I flicked the lights on and grabbed the phone.
There were eight messages.
I listened to the first.
It was from Mikey.
"Hey Liz, they just wheeled Gee to the ER. The nurse said she'll tell us when he's fine...Bye."
He was sobbing.
The next was also from Mikey.
"Liz, where are you? Are you sleeping? Did you went to take a walk? Call me please."
This next one was sent, two minutes after the last.
"Liz, I need to hear your voice please! Please.." He paused, calming himself.
"...I need—they still don't know if...Gee.." Then I heard sobbing and something crashing on the floor.
I felt my heart race, "Mikey!"
I quickly listened to the next one.
"Hey Liz, Mikey won't stop until I call you. Are you sleeping? If so, please give us a call after you get this. Mikey's panicking."
It was Ray.
The next one was sent at 9:28 pm.
There was no message left.
The sixth and seventh one were all just calls, checking if someone's gonna get the phone.
And the last one was sent, two minutes from now.
Which is, 1:41.
"Liz, I am serious. If you don't call me in five minutes, I will send cops to check in if you're hurt. Please, I am serious."
Beeep. End of message.
I quickly dialed Mikey's number.
I rang twice and then Ray answered it.
"Uh, what?" He asked, disoriented.
"Let me talk to Mikey."
"Oh, Mikey?" There was a pause. "He's asleep—"
Ray was still gonna say something but Mikey was screaming.
"NO, I'M NOT ASLEEP! GIVE ME THE PHONE! LET ME GO FRANK!"
"Oh, he's not. Hold on,"
Then it was Mikey.
"OhmyGod, Liz. Iamsoworried!Icalledyoueigthtimesbutnooneanswered!Theywon'tletmecallagain!
Areyoufine!Whathappened?IsLouisefine?Whereareyou?Talktome!AnswermeLiz,GODDAMINT!"
"Whoa, okay calm down mister. And let's do it again, slowly..Okay, breath."
"Okay."
I nodded. "Mike, I fell asleep, I'm sorry. I was just so exhausted. I didn't go anywhere. Louise is sleeping."
"Oh, I see. I'm sorry I panicked."
"Yeah, don't worry. And don't be mean to the others there okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Whatever." He sighed.
"Mikey, how bad was it?" He didn't answered at first.
So I thought it was bad. Very bad.
"You don't need to tell me right away, I know it's hard."
"Liz, they took him from the ER. He's in Intensive Care right now. They said he was conscious, but his subconscious is not. I mean, what the fuck does that supposed to mean? They said, he can't feel anything. Pain or heat or cold. They said he was numb. I thought it was coma, they said no. It's worst, way worst."
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