Juiced

The doctor stopped at the room door.

"He’s in here. We aren’t sure if he will last much longer. We did all that we could. I'll let you have a moment to visit." He said.

"Thank you." I breathed.

He opened the door. I gasped and started sobbing. This was not the way it should end. I sat by his bedside. I lightly touched his pale skin. I felt a shock from the deathly cold feel.

"I never thought this day would come." I said quietly.

"I’ve never had someone so close to me die before. Why does it have to be you?!" I cried.

Still getting no response, I squeezed his hand in anger.

"We’ve gone through a lot of shit Zacky, But I don’t care anymore." I said.

I sighed deeply.

"The past doesn’t matter! All I care about is now! And right now, I don’t want you to die!: I yelled as tears streamed down my face.

No response.

"Zacky! Don't do this! Your all I ever wanted!" I cried harder.

His heart monitor got even slower.

"No! ZACKY PLEASE!" I screamed.

I was panicking. MY breathing was irregular. I touched his cheek, only to receive the cold touch of death.

The emergency beeping started blaring from the machine. A bunch of doctors and nurses rushed into the room. They tired to push me out, but I refused to go. I gripped onto his body and hugged him with everything I had.

"I love you Zacky. If you die, I die." I whispered in his ear.

I pulled away from him. I kissed his cold lips and rushed out of the room.

The doctors shut the door behind them. I leaned against one of the walls, trying to steady myself. It didn’t seem to work very well because I soon found myself lying on the ground, a sobbing mess.

If you die,
I die.

The words teased me over and over.

I sure felt dead.