Chapter 26

                                    

                                          

Chapter 26.
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Red.
That is the only thing Emma was focusing on. How everything around her was just... red. Her hands were red from trying to stop the bleeding from Drake's stomach wounds, the amount of dark red blood that kept escaping from him... It was too much for her.
After what felt like endless hours, Emma saw the doctor come out of the door. Immediately, she stood up and rushed towards him. "What is it?"
She stared at the doctor, needing to hear what Drake's condition was; needing to know that everything was going to be okay.
"What is it?" Emma fired away, her anxiousness and fear eating her nerves. "Is Drake okay? How is he? Please tell me he's going to be okay, doctor, please!"
The doctor stopped in front of her and stared down at his clipboard for a few seconds. Not really sure how he could tell her about the situation.
"We're so sorry, Miss Collins." The doctor eventually said in a quiet tone, his eyes revealing the sadness and guilt. This isn't the first time he delivered the news of a loss loved one. But that doesn't mean each time gets any easier.
Emma took a step back.
No...
No.
"Sor - I... What?" Emma shook her head, "No. What do you mean you're sorry?"
This is bullshit. No. This is too early... They've barely started becoming a family; he can't just leave her just like that.
Letting out a heavy breath, the doctor only shook his head. "When the paramedic dropped him here, he had already lost a lot of blood. We tried to take the bullet out as fast as we can but... I'm sorry, Miss Collins. We were too late. He passed away at midnight -"
He stopped when he saw Emma backed away.
Emma took another step away from him, shaking her head furiously as she felt her panic increasing. "No. No, you're wrong! Drake's not... no!"
"Emma," A hand touched her arm, but Emma pulled away from it, her anger on this stupid doctor who couldn't even save Drake.
"You're lying!" Emma cried out, ignoring the way the hand tried to pull her to sit.
"Emma, stop it!" She knew it was Jenna who was by her side, but Emma didn't care. "Calm down! Please!"
Calm down? Why the hell? Why the hell should she do anything? Why the hell should she care who is with her, or who is watching her act like a complete maniac?
Drake's gone. He's dead.
"Emma!"
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Emma woke up with a scream.
"Emma!" Rich continued to shake her by the arms, hoping to take her away from her nightmare. "Emma, calm down! It's okay, you're okay!"
However Emma continued to thrash against his hold, her face red and moist from the tears that were streaming down during her nightmare.
Nightmare.
It was all just a dream. She looked around her and noticed other people were staring at them with odd looks and pity. Her back was uncomfortable because she had lain down on the chairs, making her body form in an uncomfortable position.
"You were dreaming," Rich explained to her as he sat down, "I noticed you were shaking so I tried to wake you up. Let me tell you, you are quite the deep sleeper."