Chapter 6: Only Love Can Hurt Like This

                                    

                                          
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- I'm so sorry, Mr Vegas. We couldn't save him.
The silence that followed these words settled heavily on my body. What was the doctor talking about? I pushed him away and walked into the room Pete was occupying. He was laying and some machine next to him made a steady sound. On it screen, a thick line that usually went up and down while showing how heart is functioning, this time was horizontally flowing across. Pete died.
I stood in the hospital room watching the doctor hide his body from the eyes of others. White material landed on his pale skin, covering him completely. 
- Death has occured at 2:34 - said an unfamiliar voice in my ears.
I took a hesitant step forward and touched the bed frame. My whole body was shaking like in fever, but I couldn't stop it. It isn't true, please no, no, no. God, no!
- It's impossible - I whispered, then pushed the fabric gently aside, praying to see someone else beneath it.
It was Pete. His expression looked so calm, as if he was just asleep. I laughed at the doctor's stupidity and shook him gently.
- Wake up, honey - I said. - You can't lie there, those idiots think you are dead.
But he didn't react. I shaked him once again, this time putting more strenght into it but nothing happened. Only coldness came out of him. I could feel it under my skin so I frowned, not wanting him to get sick. Maybe this is where issue was, maybe that's why he couldn't wake up? 
- Give him blankets - I ordered, but they all looked at me as if I was crazy. - GIVE BLANKETS!
One of the nurses ran out fearfully, then came back holding what I had asked for. She carefully handed the cloth to me and moved as far as possible. I covered his cool body and started rubbing it to keep it warm. 
- Mr. Vegas - The doctor tried to interrupt me, but I gave him a murderous look.
- You made a mistake - I growled, unable to figure out who hired that clown here. - Pete is alive, he just sleeps soundly! Come on, look at him! TAKE A LOOK!
But no one looked at Pete. Everyone's eyes were focused only on me. As I wrapped him tighter, one of his hands slipped out of bed and fell lifelessly. I grabbed it and pressed it to my lips, praying fervently. At some point I was getting mad at him. How can you just sleep when everyone is stressed out about your health? Wake up finally! Stop pretending or I'll get really upset!
- Please, wake up Pete, open your eyes, please.
However, he did not opened his eyes. He didn't even move. He was just laying there, his body stone-cold, without even drop of life. I sobbed as everything in me died. Nothing mattered anymore. and everything ended. Everything. It's over. My asylum is gone. The only thing that kept me sane just disappeared. Anger filled me all over and I gladly let it control me. I released Pete's hand and turned to face the man who was supposed to save him, but didn't. You motherfucker.