The clock above the reception counter stroked 1am with a little buzz. I sighed and looked at my cell: 3 messages.  ‘I heard about Adrian! How’s he!? From: Mom’ ‘OMG. Katie, are you all right? Adrian, is he alright? From: Jeffrey’ ‘I heard about what happened. Pray for the best. Our hope is with you. From: Faith’

I shut my eyes, and didn’t bother replying them. Even I myself could still not register the simple truth. A stubby little nurse brought me a cup of tea, “Drink this.” I shook my head without even looking up at her. I started to get annoyed when she sat down next to me, and felt a hand on my back. “Whether your husband lives or not, I’m sure he doesn’t want to see you this way,” she said in a soft voice. Something about those words cut deep inside. I was being selfish. Mom and my friends were concerned, and if I didn’t tell them, they’d be even more worried.

“He’ll be alright,” she said with a smile, and went back to her duties.

Adrian wasn’t my husband yet, but I decided not to tell her so. Deep in our hearts, we were already soul-mates. I turned my phone back on and slowly typed back. “I’m fine...Adrian wasn’t so lucky. He had no time to dodge the car after pushing me aside. He sacrificed himself for me…” there was so much more I wanted to say, but I just stopped there and pressed send. The lights at the ER door were still lit, meaning his fate had not yet been sealed. I tried to recall back how we first met, hoping it’d sooth my soul and let time pass lest dreadfully…

 -there's supposed to be nothing here. but since xiao yu is not very bright, i'll tell. this downwards, is a flashback-

Five o’ clock, and my brother was still not ready. I went upstairs, making as much noise as I could thumping up the staircase, and knocked on his door, “SAM! IF WE’RE NOT AT THE VETS BEFORE IT CLOSES SPIKE’S PROBABLY GONNA DIE!!!” I heard little voices inside, but couldn’t make sure what it was, as it stopped with the sound of a ‘click’. “Coming…” he whined from inside. What was he doing…masturbating? Urg, I’d rather not think about it. His doorknob turned, and a little midget with brown hair walked out. His face had a lot of freckles, and he looked like one of those geeks you’d see in the cartoons, dorky and all. This was my brother. There are times I’d want to kill him, but then I’d also kill for him.

“Spike’s sick. Don’t you care about that dog?” I asked, and shoved him towards the staircase by his back. He shook my hand off, “Not really.” Even though that’s what he said, I’m sure Sam would’ve been the first to cry if his, yes HIS, dog passed away.

Sam helped me lift our Golden Retriever into the back of the car, and shut the doors. I noticed he was trying not to look at Spike’s wound below the belly. We drove to town in our dad’s old Piece of Shit car. I’m not sure how long it’s been since he sat inside it ever since he bought the new Nissan.

We reached the vet’s in apple time, about half an hour before it closed. I nudged Sam who was asleep…

A sharp tap on my shoulder woke me from my flashback. It wasn’t the nurse, but an elderly doctor. Behind him was my family. Dad had no expression in his face. That was his way of showing sadness. Mom had tears in her eyes, and Sam looked like he didn’t care much, leaning against a wall, talking on the phone.

I turned to look at the ER door. The lights were off. How long had I dozed off? Where was Adrian? My mind raced through the worst, and I grabbed hold of the elderly doctor’s coat, “How is he!?”

-end of this chapter-

 

Got my haircut today. Looks...weird.



Messed around with gel, mou'se, and wax to get this funky hairdo. Look closely at this picutre and you'll realize something.