Hey guys, I hope you are all looking forward to what happens next. I really don't know what I'm gonna do with this story. I don't know how I want to end it or anything. So, I'm just kind of Winging it. Enjoy.
They took away his baby. He put his head in his hands and waited. She'll be fine, he repeated to himself, but he honestly didn't believe it was true. She can't leave me, not yet. Not like this.
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Three hours passed without him hearing anything about Crystal. A doctor walked out of the e.r. doors and looked right at him.
"Crystal?" the doctor said. Jeremy got up and walked over to him. The doctor had sorrow written all over his face and Jeremy just about broke down. No, no, she can't be gone. "We removed the bullet successfully, but, it hit multiple arteries around the heart. She did make it out of surgery, but, we don't think she'll last long."
"Wait, what do you mean 'last long'?"
"We tried everything we could, but there was a lot of damage. It was a miracle she survived it at all. We don't think she will make it more than a week though." his face clouded with pain and sadness. "I'm terribly sorry."
"No, no, please. There has to be something you can do for her." he slumped down in a chair. The pain of losing her right after getting her too much.
"We've done everything. We can't do anymore."
He was fed up with him. He stood up and grabbed the doctor by the front of his shirt. The doctors eyes grew with fear and surprise. "You have not tried everything or she would be fine." he growled. "Fix her. Do anything to make her live, do you understand?" the doctor slowly nodded, his jaw dropping slightly. Jeremy let him go and the doctor ran back through the double doors to the e.r. Great, he thought, now I'll get arrested for harassing an ignorant doctor. He got up from his chair to the front desk, asked for Crystal's room number and headed there. He stood on the elevator, numbness seeping through him. He saw everything in a haze. He didn't even realize the elevator had stopped until the lady behind him pushed him out. He walked down the hall, looking at the numbers 102, 104, 106, 108. Here it is. He gently pushed on the door to avoid any squeaks it might make. He peeked his head in the room and broke down in tears at the sight of his broken Crystal.
Just what happens to Crystal? Will she survive? Will she die? Find out next week.
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