The Broken One

***Andy’s P.O.V***
I sit in the hospital waiting room, watching the occasional person walk past. It’s been almost two hours since Cynthia was found and rushed to the hospital. They took her straight to surgery.
Quinten had been fatally shot by the police at the time they came after he refused to cooperate. It was no great loss but I much would have preferred to do it myself.
It was a miracle the police found Cynthia in time. Someone had seen him driving like a lunatic and called the police. They had no idea that he had just kidnapped someone.
I sigh and close my eyes, then lean my head back against the light green wall, tired of staring at the blue and gray carpet. All I want is to know that Cynthia is going to be alright. Every minute that passes my anxiety grows. There are so many things that could go wrong. The only thing I was told was that she was stabbed several times in the stomach. I wish that I could stop worrying but that’s nearly impossible, I won’t be happy until I see her and know she’s going to live.
It’s almost another hour before a doctor comes out to talk to me.
“Mr. Biersack?”
The tired, grey-haired man asks.
“How is she?”
I ask urgently. He looks at me, his expression grim, making my heart drop.
“She’s in very critical condition, I'm afraid. We did our best to stop most of the internal bleeding she had and stitch up everything that needed to be, but she lost a great deal of blood. As of right now, she is still unconscious, we don’t know if or when she is going to wake up. Aside from the stab wounds, she is suffering from a concussion since we believe she was beaten badly before the rest happened. Her overall chance of survival isn’t great, Mr. Biersack”
The doctor says. I nod, trying to process what he just said. The phrase “if or when she is going to wake up” keeps running through my mind.
“Can I see her?”
I ask, standing up from the chair. The doctor nods.
“Follow me”
He says. He leads me down the hallway and around the corner. He stops outside her room and motions for me to go in.
I take a deep breath and step in.
My breath catches in my throat the minute my eyes land on her battered face. I walk over to her and sit down in the chair beside the bed. My eyes tear up as I look at the oxygen tubes and bruises. I'm not even seeing the worst of the damage but it hurts me just as bad.
I reach over and take her limp hand in mine. I should have protected her better. I should have known something was wrong and tried to help her. But it’s too late now and all I can do now is be strong for her.
I sit back in the chair and stare out the window at the night sky, my mind numb. So many bad things happen in the word, yet good almost always outweighs the bad. Every little moment is priceless when it’s with somebody you love, it’s something you can never get back.
I think about all the good times we had, how much Cynthia has changed my life for the better. I can’t imagine living a life without her anymore, it’s like she’s grown to be a part of me. Every day when I wake up and see her, it gives me hope, for a future that isn’t tedious. She makes life worth living.
She can’t leave me now. This can’t be the end.

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I wake up to a jumble of nurses and a doctor running into the room. The first thing I hear is the steady beep coming from the heart rate monitor Cynthia’s hooked up to. My eyes fly to it and I see the flat line running across it. My heart practically jumps out of my chest.
“Sir, I need you to leave!”
A flustered nurse says, forcing me out of my chair and out into the hallways before slamming the door shut. I grab onto the wall, feeling as though my legs are going to give out. This can’t be happening. She can’t die. I feel tears leak from my eyes and roll down my face, an unfamiliar feeling for me, I've never been one to cry. I look back at the door, wishing I was in there and knew what was going on, I needed to be with her. I try to open it but they’ve locked it already.
“Uggggh”
I mutter to myself and sink to the floor beside the door. I lean back against the wall and squeeze eyes shut, knowing that the only thing I can do at this point is wait.

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It isn’t more than ten minutes before the nurses come back out, sympathetic expressions on their faces as they see me. I stand up and the doctor comes out while the nurses go back to whatever they were doing before.

“Mr. Biersack, I'm very sorry”

Notes

I didn't realize how sad this chapter was gonna be until I actually wrote it so I decided to be nice and not end the story at such a sad place. I will try to have the very last chapter up as soon as I can and I promise it won't be sad.

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~becca