Without Him

                                    

                                          

Theme Song: Hallucinations" by DVSN
Omniscient POV
Parking her car on the curb, Winter hops out and races to the front desk.
"Pl-please! My hu-husband! Please!"
"Ma'am breathe. Who is your husban-?"
"Laurent Baptiste! Please!"
"Room 225. But ma'am! Wait! He is-!"
Without letting the nurse finish, Winter is off to the designated room. Crying hysterically she pushes her noodle-like legs to run to the room. Pushing the door open, she finds the room empty. Running back out to the hallway, she looks around frantically.
"Winnie! We've been looking everywhe-!"
"King! Whe-where is he?! Please!"
"He. Mama he." Just shaking his head, King fights the tears pouring down his face.
"Kiiing! Noo! Please King, no!"
"Mama he's not doing good. They can't get the silver out. And it. It wa-was a UV bullet infused with silver. They harnessed UV light at its strongest. It. It."
"It what?! Please tell me."
"Lil mama. It's frying him from the inside."
"Nooo! Please! Ta-take me to him!"
"OK." 
Snatching her up, King rushes her to the surgical suite. Flying through the doors the room is quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
"Mr.Phan, ma'am! You can't be i-!"
"She's his wife!" 
Barking at them, King brings Winter to the table. Seeing him with the sizzling hole in his chest, literally causes her knees to buckle. Luckily King catches her. Stroking his still face, Winter just cries.
"Ren? Come on, baby. Please." 
Laying as still as a statue he's not breathing, moving, or looking like he's present in this world. Picking up a clean scalpel, Winter slits her palm open.
"Winter?! What are you doing?!"
"Hold on." 
Squeezing her hand she lets her blood flow into the now egg sized hole in his chest. Within seconds the hole stops smoking and begins closing.
"What the he-?"
"She has Eve's blood." 
King whispers to the puzzled physician. As they watch in amazement, the hole closes perfectly as if nothing ever happened. Breathing a sigh of relief, it's short lived as the machines alert the small crowd that he has in fact flat lined. No indication of breathing or his blood flowing through his veins.
"No, no, no! Wha-what's happening?!"
"Excuse us, Mrs.Baptiste. We'll do our best." The physician explains. 
As once again Winter watches in horror as another one of her loved ones is resuscitated for the second time today. In the same hospital, just floors apart.
"King, no! I can't lose him." Winter cries into his chest. After what seems like forever the physicians cover his lifeless body.
"Nooo! Not him, anybody but him! God no!" Running to his side, Winter collapses onto his body.
"Winnie, mama. You gotta let him go. Baybay I'm so sorry." King tries to reason with her.
"NOOO!" 
With a tornado gust of wind, everyone and everything is pushed from the surgical suite. Except Winter and the table on which Laurent lay still as a porcelain doll. The suite doors slamming and locking closed. As King and the physicians pound on the door, Winter ignores the noise. Focusing her energy, Winter taps into the shadow realm.