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“He’s gone,” I say.
“No, he’s not.”
“Baby—”
“NO, HE’S NOT!”
She yanks the IV from her hand. The monitors start to go haywire.
“Shorty! Stop!” I cry out. I try to push her back down on the bed before she hurts herself more.
“Fuck! Hold her down!” Seb yells.
“¡Dios mío!” Paloma cries out.
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing!” I snap at them, gently grabbing Shorty’s good arm and pushing her back down.
“Baby,please. Stop,” I beg. “Jo wouldn’t want this for you.”
Fuck.
She’s falling apart and there’s not a damn thing I can do to fix it. Shorty scratches at my arms, trying to push me off her, but I’m too strong. Seb grabs her leg and holds it down, but she gets one good kick in.
Seb falls down to the tile floor. “Fuck!”
Shorty lets out a high-pitched scream, cracking my chest in two. I hold her down and bury my head in the crook of her neck.
“Baby. Please, baby. Tell me what you need.” My voice cracks as tears fill my eyes. “I will never leave you, baby,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers.
She slowly relaxes until the door slams against the wall and three nurses rush in. Shorty tenses and she starts to thrash again, trying to get loose.
A redheaded nurse pushes me out of the way and injects a needle with clear fluid into Shorty’s arm.
“What the hell did you give her?”
“Sir, I need you to step away and give us room to help her,” one of the other nurses says.
“Nancy, call Dr. Martinez,” the redhead instructs another nurse.
“He’s not…Jo’s not gone,” Shorty says through short breaths.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re going to be ok.” I run my hands through her curls.
“No, it’s not okay,” she whispers, turning her head to the side.
“Donnie, am I…am I floating?” When she turns back to face me, she has a faint smile on her face.
“What?”
“I think…I think I’m dying.” Her eyelids grow heavy as she goes in and out of consciousness.
“No, baby, you’re not. You’re just sleepy.”
“What are you giving her?” I hear Paloma say.
“We had to sedate her. She’s going to be okay. She needs to rest.” By the time the nurse discards the needle, Shorty succumbs to sleep.
I drop my head against her forehead. “I’m so sorry,” I cry, kissing her cheek, the tip of her nose, and the corner of her mouth.
