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“Gianna? Gianna! Hey! Please—Listen to me!" Chris wraps embraces me, warm heat radiating from his body. It doesn't help that he smells of blood and smoke.
If I die in his arms, then I will be happy.
“Don't you dare fucking die on me, Gianna. Don't. For god's sake, stay awake. I can't lose you.” He keeps moving me, which only causes the pain in my head and body to increase.
More yells and screams on top of another… more hands on my skin… droplets of dampness which feel like tears.
I must tell him I love him before it's too late. This is my last chance.
I try my best to keep my eyes open just for him.
“C-Chris,” I begin, then I black out.
Chapter 22
Chris
The pungent smell of blood engulfs my senses. I scream and cry to myself because my own shaking hands have too much of her blood on them. It’s not the first time I've seen a bleeding person's body, but this is Gianna’s body. I turn her over, wanting to stop the bleeding at the back of her head.
“C-Chris.” Her voice sounds so weak, and it breaks my heart. Her eyes close, and her body feels cold in my hands. The fear that surges through my veins burns more than any other flame.
Everything is red in my eyes. I clutch her tighter to myself in a desperate embrace.
“No, please. Don’t leave me,” I whisper.
Why was it always Gianna who gets hurt? Why couldn't it be me? She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve to lie limp in my arms on the brink of death. The person I never wanted to hurt. If karma wants to come after me for everything I’ve done, then it should come at me, never her.
“Boss, Perez has been shot dead.” I’m numb at the news, unable to feel any emotions but pain. “Shit,” Clark exclaims as he crouches down next to me. “I didn't know. I tried. I’m so sorry…”
“Shut it. She’s not—” I can’t bring myself even to say the word. I can feel her finger move slightly. It’s faint, subtle, and almost lifeless. But feel it.
Everything that happens after that is a blur. I keep holding onto her hand, never leaving her side as the ambulance drives us to the hospital. My hands were cleaned in the ambulance, and I supplied all her details to the paramedics.
“Sir, please let go of her! We need to get her in as soon as possible!” The nurses plead while Clark holds me back.
“Boss, you have to let them save her,” he pleads. I finally let them take her away toward the operating room.
I kneel on the floor, feeling like I'm underwater. I pray to whatever God exists to save Gianna. I will do anything just to have her back in my life again, just to see, to hear her lovely voice.
Three hours later, I’m still curled up on the floor, my back resting against the wall. Three hours since Gianna entered emergency surgery. My clothes are now dried up with blood.
Nala is seated in the chair beside me. Clark called her immediately after Gianna was taken to the emergency unit. She had caused a scene demanding to see her best friend. I hugged her tight and let her cry on my shoulder. And even though she outwardly appears to be calm now, I know she’s just as terrified as I am.
“It’s been two fucking hours since we have had an update. Why has no one come out yet to say anything?” Nala complains.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I see a man in light blue scrubs with a surgical cap on his head walk into the waiting room.
“Gianna Hermosa’s family?”
My heart beats wildly in my chest, and I immediately stand up, my legs a little wobbly.
“Yes,” I answer, Nala now standing as well.
As the doctor approaches us, I feel like I’m on the verge of having a heart attack with each step he takes. The doctor smiles as he steps in front of us. Hope settles in my heart.
It has to be good news. Gianna is okay.
“I’m here to inform you that her surgery was successful,” he finally says.
