Gerard's P.O.V:
I ran down the hallway towards 16c. It seemed as the white walls were closing down on me. They were getting longer, and longer, narrower, and narrower, but mostly, more frightening. I felt like a child in the dark all over again. My anger was taking over me, and I couldn't think. Things that I could yell at Josie were rushing though my mind, 100 miles per hour... I snapped back to reality once I saw Josie's room. It was all silent, which I thought was pretty odd considering she was in labor. I stood outside the door, staring at my feet and working up the nerve to yell at her. This was it.
I ran through the door, ready to give Josie hell. But no one was there. The room was empty. “I must be in the wrong room.” I muttered to myself. I headed towards the door, but from the corner of my eye I could see something under the bleach-white sheets that lied on the bed. I slowly walked towards the bed, with my hands in front of me. I towered over the lump, and carefully pulled the sheets away. My heart dropped. It dropped and dropped into the deepest, and darkest of holes. Josie lay still on the bed. Motionless. Was she dead? No. She couldn't be. She CAN'T be. I frantically looked around the room, and saw things I hadn't seen before. Blood was splattered on the floor near the bed, as well as the tips of the bed sheets. Broken medical instruments were scattered all over the floor. It looked like they were thrown there on purpose. I looked away from the mess, and stared at Josie's pale face. Her mouth was pierced shut, but her eyes were wide open. Staring at me. I couldn't stand looking into her rich, hazel eyes, that used to make me melt whenever she looked at me. But this time, they were emotionless, blank, and they burned me. I held back my tears, as I gently placed my finger tips against her egg-like eyelids. I carefully pulled them down. I didn't want to let Josie see me cry. As soon as her eyes were closed, I began to weep. My tears feel like rain drops onto her pale, emotionless face. They slid down her freckled cheeks, and onto the bed. “Josie.” I gasped. I slowly climbed into the hospital bed with my lover. I curled up beside her, hoping that she would hold me in her arms. I took Josie's hand, and held it in mine. It was cold as hell. I rubbed her hand between my palms, hoping it warm her up. “Are you getting warmed up sweetie? Your hand is a bit cold.” I gently said in her ear. The silence answered for her. “Don't worry. I'll be with you.” I whispered. I put her long, brunette hair behind her ears. “You look awfully pretty today.” I complimented, as tears streamed down my cheeks. I silently wept beside Josie, still curled up against her. I ran my hand down her icy cheek. “Hey uh, Josie, I've been wanting to ask you this question for a while. But I've never had the guts to ask you.” I held her hand up, and placed an imaginary ring on her skinny finger. “Will you marry me?” I proposed. “Let's get married tomorrow.” I declared. It was painful to smile, but I manged to, just for her. I held Josie's cheeks in my palms, and gently kissed her lips. I had forgotten how beautiful they felt. Her lips were soft, and comforting. I pulled away, and looked into her closed eyes. “Please kiss me back.” I begged. I tried again. “Why won't you kiss me back honey? We're gonna get married.” I forced a smile with my watery eyes. I kissed Josie again, but this time I never gave up. “I won't stop until you kiss me back.” I said as my lips were glued to hers. After 10 agonizing minutes, I finally pulled away. “Josie?” I cried. “Do you love me? Because I love you.” I expressed. “Please talk to me.” I hopelessly begged. I ran my fingertips down Josie's body, and soon noticed that her stomach was flat. I uncovered the sheets from her body, and was utterly horrified. I quickly looked away, and clamped my eyes shut. I could only see blood. Josie's blood. The lower part of her hospital gown was completely splattered in her own crimson red body fluid. I quickly covered her lower body up with the sheets once again. I knew I had to face reality, but I didn't want to. God, how I didn't want to. I wept over her beautiful face, and shut my eyes as tight as a jail cell. “Wake up.” I tensely demanded into her ear. “Wake up!” I said more loudly. “Wake up Josie. Wake up.” I sobbed. “You're not dead, you're not dead.” I tried to believe. Josie continued to lie motionless on the bed. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” I apologized. “For all the mean things I said about you. I didn't mean them, I was just mad. Can you forgive me?” I begged. “Can you forgive me honey? Can you?” I nuzzled my head deep into her icy cold neck. I was hiding from the world. The cruel, cold, shit-filled world. “Forgive me dear. Forgive me.”
