Reaching

And that was the moment when I knew it had all flown out of my reach.

“Is he okay?!?!” I said, rushing into the hospital room.

There he was, weak and pale, on the hospital bed. I sat on the end of the hospital bed, my face flushed with worry. Holden held out his hand gently. I took it and stared into his beautiful brown eyes, usually bright and sparkling. But now he looked so sad and weak.

“I’ll be okay, Adey. Don’t worry…” He said quietly.

But I still worried. It hurt me so much to see my favorite person in the whole world, sick and in a hospital bed. “I hope so.” I said with a sad smile.

We sat like this for the next ten minutes, staring at each other.

”You’re the magic of my life, Adey.” He said with a smile.

That’s when it all went down. One of the many machines beeps and I heard a robotic voice: CODE RED, CODE RED. Before I knew it, I was getting whisked out of the hospital room by a bunch of doctors.

“WAIT!! LET ME IN!! PLEASE!!!” I entreated the doctors. They ignored me. I looked one last time at Holden, his face clenched in pain. I gave up and left the hospital room.

I walk home from the hospital, still devastated. I hope he’s okay…I thought. Little do I know...