Love is unconditional Transformers LS. (Book 4)

I'm Sorry!

Ella's POV

It felt like forever before I could wake up. And when I did. I felt the headache before I could even open my eyes. Oh that's a killer one. Ugh. Did I drink too much last night? Fuck. I slowly opened my eyes. But then closed them immediately when the bright light nearly blinded me. Ow! Fucker! I raised my hands and rubbed my eyes so I can adjust them to the very bright light. Okay, ow. I sighed. It's time to get up. I slowly opened my eyes again. And this time it wasn't as bright. Thank god. But what shocked me, was that, I wasn't in a room. Well technically I was. But not in any hotel, or house. I wasn't on any honeymoon. I was in a fucking hospital. What the living fuck? Why am I in a hospital? Did I drink too much and bump my head. If so that would be so embarrassing. I sighed again. It doesn't seem like I hurt myself, besides the killer headache. Maybe that's why I'm here. I bumped my head pretty Hard. But besides that, I feel fine.

I needed to get up and fine the others. They must be worried. Overprotective idiots. But they were my idiots. I slowly swung my legs over the bed. That's odd. I'm not in a hospital gown. You would think I would be if I was in the hospital. Eh. I'll just have to ask them. I slowly got on my feet. Bad idea. Ooooo! Cold floor! Cold floor! Cold floor! I hissed. So cold. I turned to get back in the bed. Maybe I could wait for them to come into the room so I wouldn't have to freeze my ass off. But the minute I turned around. I nearly had a fucking heart attack. Holy sweet mother of god! I'm fucking dead!

I was staring at the pale corpse of my own body. What the ever loving fuck?! That can't be me? Right? Or did I die and I'm walking around like they do in the movies? Probably. I don't see no heart machine. So I must be dead. Great. That's just fucking great! Just what I need! My body looked horrible. I was pale, I had no color in my skin at all. My lips were pale blue. I looked dead. Which I probably was. Why am I so calm about this? I'm probably having a crisis. Yeah. That must be it. I must be right though. I'm dead and now I'm haunting the fucking hospital. How great is that? I'm the friendly ghost everyone! I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. How the hell did I die anyways? Then it hit me all at once. And I nearly fell over from how sudden it was. But I remember how I died. That dick cheese shot me! What the fuck dude?! Not cool! Why the hell did I have to die on my wedding day? Who shoots someone on their wedding day?! Fuck you man! Ugh!

Wait a second!

The guys!

No.

No.

No.

No.

I have to go find them. It's not like my body's going anywhere. I sighed again. I only hope Evac listened to me and kept his fucking promise. But what a shitty way to die man. I was shot by a human man, by a human man made bullet. How fucked is that? I just can't see the irony in it. I rolled my eyes as I walked/ran through the halls. I have to find them. I have to find them. I need to see them. It took me fucking thirty minutes. And I was already breathing heavily. Which is weird. Because I was dead. Hmm. But I was happy when I pushed through one of the walls. I have pushed through so many walls on my search. And none of them were what I needed. But I was happy when I did find them. But my smile instantly left when I saw them.

I stopped right before Them. My friends. My family. My husbands. My babies. No. No. No. No. I could feel a sob escape my lips. I've never seen this before. Not on them. This was my doing. They were dying because of me. My husbands were dying because of me. And I hated myself more then ever right at this minute. They were bleeding from their eyes. Their ears. And their mouths. "No, no, come on Evac. Help them. Please. Help them", I said as I turned to look at Evac. But I knew it was no use, seeing as none of them could see me. I sniffled. I turned back to my babies. Oh my sweet angels. My babies. My boys. Mommas sorry she had to leave. I'm so so sorry I left. If I could, I would be here, with you. But I can't. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. My poor babies. I hate to see them in so much pain because of me. I sniffled. I bent down and kissed the both of them on the forehead. I love you. So much, my boys. Mommas sorry. Mommas sorry she has to leave you. I'm sorry my loves. I'm sorry.