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it's a long story but im not done w/ it
written by xxxvampire_loverxxx05:08 PM 1/23/05I didn't understand it.Why did Michael have to be in the hospital and so close to Christmas? Why was he sick? What was wrong? Was he going to be okay? A thousand questions ran through my head and I didn't have a single one answered.
I was so confused. I hadn't heard anything. Not a word on his condition. He told me that he was fine, he said his body could fight off the sickness. He was wrong. Now he was in the Emergency Room. If only he would have gotten help sooner instead of waiting until it was too late. If he would have been more cautious, he'd be fine now. The doctors would know what was wrong and they could fix it. Instead, he waited until it was too late.
The days passed and the story remained the same. His infection was unknown, unnamed, unidentified. There was no identification, therefore, there was no cure.
It had been days since I had heard anything new. I could wait no longer. I drove to the hospital and waited.
It seemed to have been hours before the doctor had come to tell me anything. I still continued to wait. There was nothing else I could do.
Finally, Dr. Carter came into the waiting room and greeted me.”Mrs. Remington?” I looked up. My eyes had bags under them, I imagine. After all, I'd been there for almost six hours. It was now one o'clock in the morning. “Oh, I'm not Michael's wife, I'm just his girlfriend. How is he?” I somehow managed to squeak out those few words.The doctor stood there and looked at me, his eyes were full of compassion. I knew that things weren't good.
“He's not doing too good. We don't quite know if he's going to make it. The infection has reached his blood stream and is getting worse.” the doctor said. I was so afraid. I couldn't lose him, not now, not ever. I found it hard to speak but, somehow, managed. “Can I see him?” I asked. “Sure, just be careful with him, he's still in some pain.” the doctor said. I could never imagine how much pain he was in. I got up and started walking towards his room.
I entered the room. It smelled like latex gloves and plastic. There was very little light; only a lamp beside his bed was turned on and it had a dim glow. Then I saw him. I'd never seen him so pale. His lips were a light cream color and his face had no expression. He looked like he was asleep. He looked so young and innocent. Like he could do no wrong. I loved it when he looked young and innocent, but this time it was different. This time, I didn't like it. I knew he was sick and that it would take a miracle for him to be fine again.
I walked over to his bed and sat in a chair that was close by. I grabbed his hand; it was only slightly cooler than mine. I sat there, staring at him. I didn't know what to do, what to say. I wanted to scream out 'You can't leave me! Not like this! You just can't, I love you!' but I didn't. Instead I said, “I can't think of what to say. If I were to lose you , I don't even want to think of that. I can't lose you. You have to stay. I love you too much to let you go.” I started sobbing. What could I do? There was nothing I could do. I laid my head on the bed and cried.
Then I felt someone touch the back of my head. I looked up; my eyes red from crying and mascara running down my cheeks. It was my beloved Michael. I was so happy that he was awake but I wondered, 'Had he heard what I said? And if he did, what would he say? He knew I loved him but I don't quite think he knew how much.' I didn't know. All I could think of was him and what was going to happen. I tried not to think of the negative side of things but I couldn't help it. He was my everything. The only thing I lived for. My one reason to live.
I stood up and sat on the side of the bed; still clenching onto his hand. I leaned over and kissed him ever so gently. Then he said, “Hey baby,” His voice was so weak. I tried to smile. Then I said, “Hey, how are you feeling?” I fought off the tears as he began to speak. “I hope I look better than I feel,” To me, he was the most beautiful person alive. He always looked so sexy to me, no matter what. I just smiled and said, “You're beautiful.” Although he was sick and as pale as a baby rat, I still thought he was gorgeous. He took his free hand and touched my face and said, “I love you, more than anything.” With those few words, I started to cry.
I wished that I were in his place; suffering from all of the pain instead of him. But it was impossible. There was nothing I could do but wait until it was all over. It was only a matter of time. He asked me if I would lay with him on the hospital bed and, of course, I couldn't hesitate. I laid with him, resting my head on his chest. We both fell asleep. A few hours later, the doctor came in and woke me up. Dr. Carter said, “Well, Michael's condition is approving but we can't send him home yet.” As bad as I wanted him home, I was glad that he was getting better. Then the doctor told me that I should go home and get some rest and that they'd call me if anything changed. I kissed Michael gently and then went home.
I tried to get some rest and it worked for the most part. I kept having dreams about Michael and I and how he used to kiss me every night before I fell asleep. I missed that so much and hoped that I'd get it back again. All I could do was wait until he wasn't sick anymore, then everything would be fine.
I finally fell asleep. I was asleep for almost three hours and then I was awakened by the ring of the telephone. I picked up the reciever and said, “Hello?” Then Dr. Carter's voice came on the phone, “Hello, Miss?” I couldn't imagine what he was going to say. Would it be good or bad? Whatever it was, I was anxious to know. “Yes?” I said. “We've called regarding your boyfriend, Michael Remington...” Before Dr. Carter could finish his sentence, I cut him off and said, “What is it? What's wrong? Is Michael okay? Tell me, c'mon!” I admit, I was a little too excited about the news. “He's doing just fine. We'll be able to send him home within the next day or so.” the doctor said. I let out a huge sigh of relief and said, “Thank you for you're call. You have no idea how happy I am that he's able to come home soon.”
Two days passed and I went to the hospital to pick Michael up. I couldn't wait to get there! I was so happy that, after 2 weeks, Michael was finally coming home. I arrived and waited in the waiting room. I was reading an old issue of People Magazine and then I looked up. I saw Michael. He was standing in the middle of the room, with his arms open; waiting just for me. I got up, ran to him, and fell into his arms. He held onto me tightly and kept telling me that he was so happy and that he loves me more than anything.
Michael and I walked outside, got in the car, and drove home. As soon as we got there, we walked inside and we stood in the living room. He held me in his arms and I had my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat. I lifted my head from Michael's chest and looked up at him. He smiled at me and I smiled at him. He leaned his head down and kissed my neck gently. He kept telling me how much he loved me and how happy he was that we're together. I felt the same way. I said, “You're the only thing I live for. Without you, I have nothing.” He held me even more tightly when I said that. I smiled and shed a single, sweet tear. |
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i know it's long but it's good
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