My Worst Nightmare, Realized

I looked upon you, terror blazing through my eyes. All that I could possibly think of was all the ways that I had loved you. To see you in this much pain… It made me feel like it was all too much to bear. I tried to grab a hold of your limp hand from the lukewarm, crimsoned water.

I rubbed your palm with my thumb as I just could not stop your bleeding. I looked at you with my pleading steel eyes, but it seemed that you could barely look back. You seemed to be in some sort of lul that I wanted you to desperately snap out of. I felt tears on the edges of my eyes as I continued to stroke your hand lovingly, concernedly with the tip of my thumb.

I watched your eyes flicker here and there, your body screaming out in agony as your arteries emptied themselves into your bath. The tub was half full with bloodied water, and it looked like your soul was half empty. I tried to pull you up to embrace you so that you would not drown in a pool of your own blood with water mixed in, but you fell limp and wet against me. I could not stop myself from crying now. I did not want you to end like this. Anything but this, sweetheart.

I could feel your skin turning cold as I scrambled around the bathroom drawers and medicine cabinet, desperately trying to find some bandages for you. I looked over at you. You could barely open your eyes, but they still flickered back and forth behind your eyelids. It was as if you were in some sort of REM sleep, even though I could only hope that lady luck would be on our side and that the ambulance would arrive in time for you to be completely saved. Right now though, I could only try and put the bandages on you, and then hold onto you.

I heard the telltale wail of sirens coming faintly from the distance. I wanted to scream so badly, but I knew that you would not hear it. Even though I was covered in your blood and holding onto you and your dear life, I wanted nothing more than to have that ambulance come here immediately to have you stay with me.

All of it forced me to question myself and what I may have not done to show you my absolute love for you. Why did you want to do this to yourself? Did you not know how much I cared about you? How much I loved you? I could not stand to say such thoughts to you as you were slowly and agonizingly dying in my arms. All I could do was cry for you in this very moment, and we both seemed to know that neither of us held much of any power over this situation.

Your bandages were completely soaked with blood. Something about your eyes was slowly changing. I cried to myself, hoping that a miracle would happen. I watched your chest gently rise and fall, but then begin to slow down. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks in desperation, until I could hear something familiar.

The blaring of the sirens became closer and closer, until I could see the red rotating lights of the ambulance through the bathroom window. There was a knock on the door, and I answered. The medical team carried you out on a stretcher, the wheels of the thing screeching and hitting the rough patches of the ground, causing you to bounce. As you entered the back of the ambulance, one of the medics looked back at me over their shoulder and nodded.

I came aboard, where I rejoiced in the fact that you were going to be safe. Everything was going to be okay.