If Only

Chapter Eleven

The atmosphere faded into a silence. The weight of Richard’s head drooped onto my hand. His eyes snapped shut.

“Richard, don’t not yet… No…” I could barely get my words out in the midst of my sobs.

I gently lifted his head to my lips, pressing them softly against Richard’s forehead.

My other hand remained, tightly clutching his. I released my lips from his skin and a tear rolled down my cheek. I could feel Richard’s heart unsteadily slowing to soft thuds.

Heavy footsteps approached, I knew they were coming.

 “Not yet… Just a while more...” I murmured.

I looked up, to see police and medics appear. The medics pulled me roughly away from Richard. I wanted to go with him. I wanted to see how he was. I wanted to be with him. The police held me back while I watched Richard being lifted into the ambulance.

“Let me go with him! Please!” My pleas were ignored as I watched the medics close the door of the ambulance.

With one last burst of energy, I broke free. I could sense the policemen staring at me in shock as I ran towards the ambulance. It drove off, leaving me running behind it. I attempted to increase my speed but instead, I fell to the ground, hard. My hands were grazed, but I didn’t care. I just needed Richard with me, and then everything would be alright. Tears streamed down my face.

“We’ll get you to the hospital,” A low voice resounded behind me.

The policeman beckoned me to the police car and I didn’t even bother to listen to what he was going to say. I just needed to get to the hospital.

I punched my finger against the lift button, hoping it would arrive faster.

“That way miss,” the voice caught up with me once again. His hand was held up in the direction to the left corridor, “The intensive care unit.”

I sped down the corridor with the police officer hot on my heels. I pressed my hands against the door, banging, hoping they would let me in to see Richard. How was he? I wanted to ask. Is he going to be alright?

I knocked my head on the door to the operation room. The policeman stared in shock and pulled me backward. “Miss, we need to take your statement regarding the incident.” I refused to speak and I let the tears continue to fall.

“If you want us to find out who did this to him, we need your statement,” he continued in a firm voice, empathizing on the word ‘need’.

I tried to take in a deep breath and calm myself down. “Okay,” I stuttered under my choked breath.

“Well, it all first started when my boyfriend or I should say ex-boyfriend…” I continued the story, tears continuing to well up at certain times.

“And then I found him half-dead on the floor… And stayed with him till you arrived,” I ended.

My eyes were puffy from crying, and my nose had turned a cherry red. I kept my head down, hiding my face from everyone.

I looked up at the entrance of the operation room but my attention was diverted to a familiar voice. “Angela, it’s time to go home.”

“Dad? Mum?” I looked up at the two figures approaching me. Their details were blurred due to the remains of my tears in my eyes.

“Let’s go,” my father lifted me off the chair by my arm.

“But Richard…” My voice trailed off. He turned back to give me a stern glare and continued trying to pull me along but I refused to budge.

“Guys, carry her,” my father signaled to his body guards.

The tall men in suits and black sunglasses approached me. I could feel myself cowering in fear. The four of them each took one of my limbs and carried me down the corridor. I struggled.

“Richard! Richard!” I yelled. “Let me go!”

My screams were silenced by the expression my mother gave me. I had never seen her like that before. Her eyes seemed to be wide with fury, burning.

Meanwhile in the operation room, the unconscious Richard heard a voice screaming his name…

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It's been long since the last upload eh? ><

I've just not been in the mood to write lately :(

This story's really ending soon...

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