Vampire Mates

13 - The Trouble of Going to the Hospital

Vampire Mates
13 – The Trouble of Going to the Hospital

Rosemarie's Point Of View

"I'm gonna go get some coffee," Tim muttered as he stood up from his chair. I dabbed the small wound on my arm, wincing when I pressed with too much force. "Anyone want something from the cafeteria?" He asked, glancing over at Isaac and I.

"No, thank you," I replied politely while Isaac nodded quickly.

“Yes, please,” He said, “I want a cup of mocha and a tomato and egg sandwich.”

“Alright,” Tim said before leaving, walking in the direction of the hospital cafeteria.

As soon as Tim left, Isaac turned to face me, a guilty look on his face.

“Sorry,” He said. “I just… I had an incidence once.”

“What was it about?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“It’s a long story…”

“But I have time,” I ended, “Come on. Spill.”

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“Six years ago, when I was still 23 – yes, I’m 29, mind you – I met a girl, and she was, well, my world. She was everything I had. I loved her to death, and a day without seeing her beautiful smile would be a sad gloomy day for me. I was head over heels and all my friends claimed that I was whipped.

“So, one day, she called me up to meet her at a nearby café. I was working as a cashier at a sportswear shop back then. During lunch break, I headed over, just down the block, to go meet her, when suddenly the sound of an ambulance entered my ears. Shocked and curious, I turned around only to see the ambulance rushing past me and stopping at the roadside, at the non-parking zone, in front of the café that my darling girl wanted to meet up with me at.

“And then, I saw the most horrid thing happen. The stretcher was pulled up, and then, there my baby was, unconscious, on the stretcher, her sides bleeding like crazy, her head as well, but not as severe. The cops pulled up too, and I felt like I was in the NYPD,” Isaac let out a bitter laugh at the memory, “And then I rushed forward and told them I was her boyfriend, and showed them a picture of us as proof. After quick by thorough interrogation, I was allowed into the ambulance, where nurses were busy moving about and trying to clean her wound.

“I then was informed that she was present at a gun shooting in the café. I was devastated. For 3 months, I was at the hospital, unable to eat, sleep and sometimes even breathe—all in all, I probably fainted five times. And then, after 3 months, she woke up.”

I leaned forward, concerned as I touched his arm. His voice was all ragged, cracked and rough, his face distorted with pain as tears brimmed his eyes. He choked back a sob as he blinked away the tears in his bright brown eyes. “I’m okay,” he said. I nodded before he coughed and continued, “I was the one who donated her blood, because she desperately needed it. But then when she woke up, I was actually at home.” He shook his head, as if asking why God had made it so difficult for him.

“I was actually asked to go home to get some clean clothes and I agreed. And right at that moment when I was packing up some clean stuff for myself, the hospital rang me up. And then… I don’t know, maybe it was the shock, or happiness, but I was told that I fainted and fell into a comatose stage because I hadn’t been sleeping right for, like, a whole month. So my body was too tired and so I ‘slept’ for about a week. When I woke up… she was already with another man. When I asked her why she didn’t want to be with me, she told me that I wasn’t capable of being ‘her man’.”