"He's in the hospital, in a coma."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The love of my life, in deaths hands. It was all my fault. If I hadn't of yelled at him, he'd be at home, singing me a song.
I ran upstairs in tears. I slammed the door and fell on the floor of my bedroom. I latex there crying for what I would say a good 30 minutes.
I collected myself and I three on a t-shirt and jeans. I grabbed my keys and phone and ran downstairs.
"What hospital is he at?"
"St. Joseph's why?"
"I'm going to see him."
I slammed the car door and prepared drive a mile to see him. I don't know how he's going to look, he might be blue, or cold, dead. The thought of it kills me and I started the car and drove, drove, drove, and drove.