CHAPTER ELEVEN

Chloe's P.O.V

I screamed for help over and over again until I lost my voice, no one showed up until the very last second.

"Hey, are you alright down there?" A silhouette of a man stood against the rising sun and for a minute I thought he was a god.

"Please, please help me with my fiance, he got shot please?" I doubled over Colby's body.

"Oh my god," He rushed towards us; he had short white hair and eyeglasses.

He helped me pick him up and carry him out of the alley way.

"My car is right down here miss, I can drive the two of you to the hospital," He says hurriedly.

I sniffled and nodded my cheeks sticky and wet from tears, come on Chloe you have to be the strong one now.

We carried him to the back seat of the man's car and I sat with Colby with his head on my lap and I caressed his hair with tears still going down my face, my cheeks hurt from the salty tears on my cheeks, hiccuping the man sped our way to the nearest hospital.

Passing building's among buildings.

"Don't worry, miss, we're almost there," He says looking back in his mirror.

"T-Thank you" I sniffled.

"You're going to be okay Colby," Blood soaked his shirt and his bag was over my shoulder.

It was heavy but if it was Colby's I'd hold onto it.

Finally, we made it to the hospital and the man helped me carry Colby inside.

"Excuse me, we need help," The man called out to the nurses behind the counter and everybody ran toward us.

Suddenly everything felt like it all went in slow motion. Everything around me nearly stopped then suddenly went back to normal as he got ripped from my arms onto a gurney nearby. Next thing I know he's being wheeled away through swinging doors and then he is gone.

I collapsed, my body shaking as I'm on my hands and knees, my vision became blurry and my chest got tight and harder to breathe. I started crying. Large tears escaped my eyes and I began sobbing.

The stranger rubbed my back and told me he's going to be okay, but I don't believe him.

Suddenly a woman placed a hand on my head and I jumped and looked up to her and I shook and hiccupped from the amount of crying I've been through for the past two hours.

The woman was in a nurse's outfit, she held out her hand to help me off the floor, I nervously took her hand and she helped me up by helping me walk to a chair in the waiting room, she took the seat next to me.

"That man is your fiance?" She asked as I wiped my eyes and I nodded.

"He's quite handsome," The young nurse said with a small smile, I nodded again with a small smile back.

"You're quite into the bad boy's huh?" She says playfully bumping me in the shoulder, I shrugged since I'm not really understanding what she means by that.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"Eighteen," I say small.

"Oh honey, you really should call your parents," The nurse said and it made me angry.

Why does no one understand that I don't have parents?

"I don't have parents," I say, sighing.

"Did you get into a fight with them, I'm sure they don't mean any of what they said," She smiled gently.

"No, I mean I don't have parents, at least not that I know of," My eyebrows knitted together.

I remembered what Hayley said, 'everyone has parents'.

"You mean you never met them, who took care of you all these years?" She tilted her head in curiosity, and I started crying again.

"C-Colby always kept me safe, and n-now he's, he's…" I stuttered as I sobbed and she wrapped an arm around my shoulder comforting me.

The man from before is gone and I never got to thank him for helping me.

"Colby will be alright, you'll see," She smiled gently before a chubbier lady came into the room.

"Kelly, your husband is on the phone," The chubby woman says.

She had mocha skin and dark brown eyes, she was also wearing a nurse's outfit.

"I'll be right there, Carla," The woman 'Kelly' says back getting up.

"Don't worry too much, okay, I'm sure he will be fine," Kelly says before she walked away, and I was alone again.

I put my hands through my hair taking a deep breath, this was the first time I was ever alone other than what happened at the Diner and even then I made a friend.

What do I do now, where do I go, do I just stay here?

There are so many questions and no one to answer them, I'm scared and I just want Colby back.

Wait a second, Hayley gave me her number but it's in Colby's jacket, will the nurse Carla get it for me if I ask her?

I got up and walked over to the woman's desk; she was writing something on a clipboard before she looked up.

"Can I help you?" She asked, looking while standing in front of her.

"Um, I was wondering if you can get something for me," I say slowly.

"Alright what would that be?" She asked.

She wrote down something on the clipboard again.

"My fiance, they took him in about fifteen minutes ago, in his jacket there's a note with my friend's number on it, she's the only contact I have, I was wondering if there was a way I could get it and use a phone," I say rubbing my tear-dried eyes.

"Let me see what I can do, you can go sit over there," She pointed to where I was previously sitting.

"Okay," I sniffled.

I went and sat back down as she picked up the phone and began dialing.

I closed my eyes and placed my head in my hands, and I started falling asleep.

Fifteen minutes later I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked up and it was the nurse Carla.

"Here you go," She says passing me the blood-stained paper

"Thank you," I said gratefully.

"Phone is behind the desk, press nine to call out," She says with a sigh before walking away through the doors where Colby disappeared.

I walked toward Carla's desk and picked up the receiver and placed it against my ear before I dialed, with every button I pressed it made a beep sound, once the number was dialed it started ringing.

Ring…

Ring….

"Hello?" An exasperated woman on the other line spoke.

"Hello, is Hayley there?" I asked, hoping she was.

"This is Hayley, who is this?" Hayley questioned.

"It's Chloe," I say, tears threatening to spill over.

"Hey, Chloe, is everything okay?" When I heard those words I began to cry.

"No, I don't know where I am and Colby got shot and I'm alone in a hospital and I don't know what to do," I cried over the phone.

"What, oh my god okay you need to ask the staff what hospital that is and I'll be on my way," Hayley says worried, I sniffled and agreed.

I looked around to see if Carla or Kelly was around, and Kelly came out of an office.

"Excuse me, Kelly?" I sniffled.

"Yes, dear?" She says zippering up her sweater.

"What hospital is this?" I asked, wiping away more tears.

"We're in Greenville general," She says with a small smile.

"Thank you," I repeated to Hayley what Kelly said.

"Alright, that will take me about four hours to get there, you just sit tight and I'll be there as soon as I can," Hayley says over the line.

"Okay," I said as more tears fell.

"I'll see you soon," -and she hung up.

I placed the phone down and went back to my seat. I'm tired, hungry and my face hurts from crying.

We should have stayed where we were, at least Colby would have been safe.

I rolled in a ball and laid my head back and I guess I fell asleep.

I was standing on a cliff and I slipped, falling off the highest point, but someone caught my wrist. I looked up to see Hayley holding onto me, but she had a sinister smile on her face. I tried to hold on tighter and told her to help me up but she just stood there watching me struggle.

"Help me," I screamed at her but she slowly took one finger away.

"No please, please don't let me fall," I begged and she took away another.

"Hayley please don't do this, please don't let me die," I cried and she let go.

I was falling, I'm going to die.

I bolted up awake and I realized it was only a dream. I wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face into my knees and cried more.

The front door opened and Hayley came in looking around I stood up and she noticed me, she walked towards me and hugged me. "Okay tell me everything," She says, taking a seat.

I sat down and held the bag close to me, and sniffled before I spoke. "When you left last night Colby and I had a picnic on the beach and then we went home, but his dad was drunk and angry. So he tried to put me back in the basement, but Colby took me up to his room and I fell asleep. Then he woke me up saying that we were leaving and we met up with his friend Lucey, she drove us up here.

She started kissing him and telling me to leave, but Colby got mad at her and yelled,

then Lucey shot him and then she got back to her car and left." I explained rubbing my eyes again.

"What the fuck?" She sat surprised.

"What do I do?" I asked about crying again.

"We are going to sit here and wait for the doctor to come back with good news and then I'm taking you home," She explained with a sigh.

I stared at her, it was like the dream that she would watch me die.

"Take me home?" I got up angry.

"Oh shit, I meant to my house," She says, shaking her head.

"Oh," I calmed down, it's been a long three weeks and at this point, I don't know if I want to give up on life or just sleep for three days.

As if on cue a man with a white lab jacket came out of the doors where everyone keeps disappearing.

Hayley and I both stood up as he walked over to us. "I have good news and bad news which do you want to hear first?" The man asked to take off a medical mask as he spoke.

"Can I hear the good news first?" I asked as something hard came up my throat.

"The good news is that right now he's stable, the bad news is that he's in a coma, the bullet missed his heart by a couple of inches; he's a lucky man.

Hayley gasped when he said coma, and I didn't understand what that meant.

"What does 'coma' mean," I asked clueless.

"It means he's in a very long sleep that he might not wake up from," The doctor explained.

My heart stopped, everything was spinning and the more he talked the more I felt I was going to pass out.

I wanted no need to see him, to hold him, to kiss him.

"Can we see him?" I asked a sob coming from my lips and he nodded holding open the doors.

We walked through a very white hallway; white walls with inspirational quotes framed on them, and white tiled floors.

We followed the doctor to a room on the door that read '201', I opened the door and he was hooked onto a bunch of machines; ones that make beeping noises and another that has a mask over his face.

He had a needle in his arm, I carefully walked to him and held his hand in mine. I fell to my knees and broke down again cradling his arm.