I had to get her to a hospital, but wasn't sure how. I guess the guards were the best bet, but would they help? I was afraid to move Rachel. So that left me to run to the guards by myself. I didn't even say a word when I got there, I just grabbed one by the sleeve and dragged him to the house kicking and screaming. I couldn't say what was wrong because that would mean that this was really happening. He kept threatening me, but I was determined, I had to get her to a hospital.
I don't know how long it took or what was said. The world just was muted and I lost all my senses, I was just a shell of a person as the guard got the other and they called an ambulance. As the ambulance came they carried her in and I jumped in the back with them. I was so upset, yet all I could do was get mad at her. I couldn't hear what was happening; my hearing and all my senses seemed to be turned off. My senses didn't seem like they were planning on coming back anytime soon. I was detached.
As they carried her into the hospital I felt a few tears fall down my cheeks, but only hatred came out of my mouth.
"Damn it, Rachel, you said you wouldn't leave me! God damn you! You said you were better! To hell with you, Rachel, and your fucking lies!"
A middle aged nurse with brown hair came over to me and tried to calm me down, because I was probably frightening the other people in the waiting room. It probably was not a good idea to curse while kids were around either.
The nurse started to tell me everything would be alright. Could I get that in writing? Could I sue them for telling me that if things turned for the worse, giving someone false hope for something they didn't have control over? As I sat in the chair I didn't know how long I had been there. The only thoughts were about Rachel.
Would she be alright? I couldn't live without her. How did this happen? Why was this happening? I couldn't live without her. She had to be alright. She was small, but she was strong so she could beat this. She had too, she just had too.
As I sat in the chair with still no information good or bad, a little boy was running around the room. He had dark skin just like his father with a giant smile on his face like it was the best day ever to happen on the face of the earth as his father picked him up to put him on his shoulders. How dare someone be happy when Rachel was going through this.
"Daddy can we see my new sister."
"We have to go on the right floor first."
Both were happy as they climbed into the elevator to go welcome a new life into the world. While I sat here to make sure that a life would stay here with me and her friends because I didn't think they would take her death any better than me. We were all too young to be saying goodbye to a friend, or a wife, a wife that we were too young for too, but it happened.
I couldn't take it anymore and went to the desk, which only threw paperwork at me. I didn't know her parent's information or practically any of the questions on the papers. Address, would that be our home or her parents? The brunette nurse came back and helped explain the information to me. She was surprised to find out that we were two of the married teens. She seemed to be holding back her own questions as she gave me genuine sorry eyes as she sat with me.
An old Asian doctor came in with tiredness spelt out in every wrinkle and finally said I could go and see her. I had to be strong for her though and he would go more into detail about what was wrong after I saw her. Yet, he told me one thing. That she didn't have much time left so make the best out of now. That they found the word arsenic written on her hand and tested for it, and the test came back positive. The nurse guided me to a room down a long quiet hallway while my heart went in to overtime.
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Rachel
My eyes slowly opened as I could hardly breathe and when I did breathe it was heavy so I could hear it loudly making me feel like an elephant was sitting on my chest too stubborn to move its large butt. My whole body was still in pain, yet a little muffled as well. I tried to move my fingers, but they barely moved. One of my wrists was in a cast from when I fell was my guess. I felt another sharp pain through my whole body. Was my life worth losing to help everyone get free? To not know what life with Nick would be like.
Yes…
The door knob slowly turned and Nick stepped through the doorway. His head was low to match his slumping shoulders. He looked so different from when we started the marriages. Nick walked across the small white room to sit in the chair next to my bed. I could see that the tubes in my arms and nose made him uncomfortable as he was hunched over, they scared me and I couldn't even see them. All the monitors didn't help either as an occasional beep
