His Last Rose

her heart hurt. he didn't understand his feelings. she decided to end it all. he wouldn't let her. she fell in love, with the wrong boy. but when the other man appears in her life, can maysilee find the one she truly loves?

he loves me, he loves me too.

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7. Remember Me

 

“I’m sorry, we aren’t allowing visitors today. We’re running tests.”

            The disappointing tone of the nurse angered me. I didn’t know if I could go a day without him coming to see me. He was my hope, my faith, my lifeline.

            “Please,” His voice was soft, pleading. “You don’t understand how much she means to me.”

            “Listen, hun—no excuses, I can’t let you in.”

            “But—”

            A door closed.

            I sighed mentally, cursing myself for carrying out the events that led me to my immobilization.

            I heard the nurse sigh and push some buttons.

            “We’ll just stick this here…” She muttered, and I assumed she injected something into me, but I couldn’t feel it. My body was lost in one land, my mind trapped in another.

            “That boyfriend of yours sure cares something special bout you.” The nurse ran the machine next to my bed; I could hear the steady hum of the drone. “Too bad he’s holdin’ out hope for a dead girl.”

            My breath caught in my throat. Did she just say I was dead? Was I dead? No, she had said they were going to run tests. Unless “tests” meant an autopsy…

            I shook the thought away. I wasn’t dead. I wouldn’t die this way.

            Besides there would be funerals. More crying. I would be moved. Certainly I’d be able to sense that I wasn’t in the hospital, right?

            “God. He’s sittin’ in the waiting room. Persistent guy isn’t he?” She exhaled. “I wish I could get a guy like that.” She paused. “I’ll let him in for a moment.”

            The door opened again and then footsteps.

            “May,” He breathed. He was sitting on the bed. “She’s so pale.” He said to the nurse.

            “Yes. Doctor says if no improvements are made in the next week, they’re takin’ her off life support.”

            I heard him gasp. “They—they can’t! She’s making improvements every day!”

            “Believe what you want honey, but she ain’t gettin’ any better.”

            “Please! You have to do something! Convince them that she’s recovering!” His voice was strained, he was desperately trying to form sentences. Anything to save what he cared about most. Me.

            “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but no matter how much you think she’ll wake up and come back to you, it’s not going to happen.” She paused. “She’s a lost soul.”

            A steady rhythm of intakes of breaths signified his temper was rising. “You’re wrong! You’re wrong!” He was yelling now. “You don’t know how strong May is! You’ll never realize her true potential if you don’t give her the faith she needs to carry on!”

            “She’s the one who wanted to end it all anyways.” The nurse exhaled. “Well, she got what she wanted.”

            I heard a thud on the floor. He had dropped to his knees.

            “No…” He murmured. “No…no…”
            “I’ll leave you to talk with her before we run final tests. You can say your goodbyes.”

            I heard muffled sobbing.

            “I never thought it would come to this. I never thought you’d leave me.” His voice was a sad whisper.

            But I didn’t leave! My voice yearned to speak with him. I’m here! I love you, everything.

            “I never should have been so cruel. I denied my feelings.” He choked down a sob. “Because I was afraid. And for that, I am so sorry.”

            I froze at his words. Done what? Cruel? My alley boy?

            I heard him pick up a pencil and paper.

            “I’ll leave you this.” He swallowed before continuing. “To remind you how much I love you. And to go with the roses.”

            I smiled to myself, though he couldn’t see it.

            “Goodbye, May.”

            Then he was gone. I know he wasn’t truly gone, though. They would run their tests, the machines would see my brain activity and they wouldn’t remove me from life support. I’d wake up. He’d be there. He would take me away and my new life would begin. We would be together.

            Together.

            And that was the last thought that sat in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

            Together.

            Together..,

            Forever.

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