She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. It was the last time that I would ever see that girl again. Even though it had only been about 6 days that I had been with her, It seemed like it had been centuries on end with the endless love and and the juicy words. I'm sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm Jake. I have stage 3A lung cancer and am an ex-lover, to my old friend Sara. Sara is the type of person where you walk into the coffee sop, drink your daily brew, and instantly start talking with her. This is the way that I met her, we just got a lot in common ad we started to meet up more and more. 3 months went by and I made the bold decision to propose a ring of blue diamond, her favorite stone, to her. She accepted the offer within seconds, with of course the movie-like shock in her deep, blue eyes. I could tell that we would be together forever. Then, the idea of children came into mind. We had a smallish argument about it and in the end we decided that we would wait just a little bit longer until we made those kind of family plans. In turn, we went to the Bahamas for a luxurious vacation to get a break from the Big Apple and just get out of the reality life. We got into the pathetically shared Prius that we both used for travel, got to the airport, and got on the plane to the Bahamas. We got there, went into our previously booked, ocean side, hotel, and sat on the bed and rested over the night. We woke up the next day, and we both knew instantly that everything was as great as it could ever be. This was great until, well, it happened. In the flash of a scared and damaged moment, Sara fell to the sand when she was in the ocean trying out surfing for the very first time. She was unable to get up and I couldn't help hearing a strange cry for help. I soon realised that it was in fact Sara that I could hear terrifying yelps and pleading for help from. I ran into the water as quickly as I possibly could, fully clothed, and then it all made sense. She suffered from one of the worst shark attacks known to the island. She saw the devilous creature approaching but thought that it was just merely a shadow of herself on the wave of the water. She must have wanted to cry when she figured out what a terribly regretful mistake she had just made. I acted as soon as possible, dragging her by her deeply reddened wetsuit and I lie her down on the sand. By tat time, the lifeguard had called an ambulance and it was waiting for her at the edge of the cursed beach side street just meters away from when all hell had just broke lose. I was so scared at what would be the next thing to happen, I honestly just didn't even know what to think at the time. In wanted to cry, but my eyes were already nearly blinded my the salt forcing its way into my pupils, slowly poisoning me with such a simple liquid. I ran to the hospital, not having my car to be able to drive there myself to follow them. It was a 12 minute run to there and I wasn't even worried about the tiredness when I was at the glass doors where the hospital was. She was already inside in the Emergency Room, but I just took some time to think to myself. Inside those two doors are the love of my life and about 1,000,000 other people I don't know at all. But that 1-1,000,000 had to be found, so I dashed inside at my top speeds. I rushed into all of the rooms, having some rooms I regretted seeing into. Eventually, on the 5th floor, I saw her. All bloody and in a state tat I had never seen nor imagined ever seeing my love be in .I went in to try to go and talk to her, but the doctors held me back. I couldn't believe that I was being retrained from seeing the one thing that I had cared the most about for my life. I wanted to know how she felt at the time, because somehow, she still have a little bit of consciousness left in her. I could tell that within minutes she would lose consciousness and have to be operated on immediately. I was crying outside the two doors of the possibly final resting place for my sweet love Sara. I sat in that same chair crying for a solid four hours just thinking about what could possibly going on with her. Eventually, a sweet lady came over to me and said "Hello sir, my name is Dr. Melissa George and I was just with your wife". That was the happiest moment of my whole life, knowing that someone was going to finally tell me some news on what was going on with her. The doctor went on about all the different injuries that she had received from the incident. On the outside, I was professional, but on the inside, I just wanted to choke her and beg to see how she Sara was doing. I finally checked back in with 3hat she was saying to me when she said "We only know that she is going to live and is going to be just fine". "Thank you doctor, that means so much to me!" I said, with all the happiness in the world. By the time that four months went by, she was out of the hospital and told not to go into the ocean again for another year so that they could make sure that all the stitches and bruises could heal up all of the way. I was so happy with her, So I told her that we should go back to the rooms and celebrate. So once we got into the hotel, somebody had thrown a surprise party for the newly healed survivor. It was a shock for the both of us. I was just so excited and I wanted to stay downstairs and eat cake and celebrate with everyone else that was there. Sara understandably said that she just wanted to get some shuteye because it was 11:00 at night, so we all told her that it was fine if she went upstairs. I had told her that I would be up there by 2:00. I had a little bit too much to drink that night, so i didn't get up there until the next day at 1:00 PM. I had felt so badly that I wasn't there for her. I went up to the room as quickly as I possibly could and tried to explain everything to her. The only thing I wish for every single day is that I went stairs with her because I couldn't believe my eyes when I had just seen what had happened to her. I cried saying "WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME, OF ALL PEOPLE, WHY!?!?!" seeing what was wrong. I brought her to the hospital two days later crying with the thought of the unlikely hood of a turn-a-round. He said "I'm so sorry." And left slowly. I watched her walk away, putting her medical handbooks back down onto the table next to the cafe, and she decided to finally walk through the doors of the hospital, knowing that she took the soul of a person that day, and never being able to look back at life the same again. The thought of her not being above to save a helpless soul that day nearly killed her, but in the end of the day, that's what her job is all about.
The End
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