I knew what a I did was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at them like that. I walk out to the living room to find them laying on the floor, blood all over the floor. I run to them.
"[name]!!!" I yell. I drop to my knees, grabbing their wrist and checking for a pulse. Nothing. Blood was slowly seeping out of their mouth. The phone was on the ground, nothing but a dial tone. I heard sirens blaring outside. I carry them outside.
"Please, do something!!" I say to a perimedic. They took them and put them onto a bed, putting them into the ambulance. I quickly follow in my car. Tears stream down my face. Why were they coughing up blood? Why was there no pulse? Did they try to call [enter emergency number here]?
We stop in front of the hospital, where I follow the bed they were on. They hurry them through sets of doors before someone told me I couldn't go any further. I sat in the waiting room, my head in my knees. I prayed to god that they were ok. I shouldn't have yelled at them. I shouldn't have broken things. I shouldn't have called them a pretentious ass. I shouldn't have made it all about me. A nurse comes out.
"Are you Hercules Mulligan?" She asks quietly. I look up, tears stringing my face. "I'm sorry to say that [full name] is gone."
"How?!" I scream, standing.
"You don't know?" She asks. "They had stage three lung cancer, they were diagnosed last year."
That's when my entire train of thought stopped. My eyes widen, tears flow down my face more. Out of the corner of my eye, I see John, Alex, Lafayette, and the Schuyler sisters. I sit down, staring into space. The nurse starts talking to my friends, and they all start crying and breaking down.
It wasn't about me. It wasn't about what happened, it wasn't about angels or demons, it wasn't about anything but [name].
And I lost them.
I lost them for good.
