Happy New Year Throw Out

*neck roll* Someone's bout to DIE up in here!!


LOL, new year new throw out. I figure if I beat 2016 at its own game, I can keep 2017 from getting out of hand..... I can hope anyway.


Here is a little slice of Relentless...and I am going to leave you hanging.. because I can


BOOM.


Relentless Heart


Maggie

I am finally coherent enough to understand I am in the emergency room.  As the drug they gave me to counteract whatever I was  given takes effect, I see the gurneys with Ty and Markus being pushed into the bays across from me. My eyes meet Markus’s as he passes, nostrils flaring with rage. He tries to launch himself off the liter, but is still held down by the restraints for transport.  Ty, however,  isn’t moving. His head has fallen to the side and bobs lifelessly as the gurney maneuvers the room.  I can feel a tear roll down my face when I notice the blue pallor on his beautiful heart shaped lips.  I try to drag my eyes away but stop on the blossom of red on his upper chest. The place where my favorite piece of ink is eternally etched on his skin. Relentless, in beautiful scroll, right over his heart. Only now there is a bullet hole forever marring that perfect spot.

Of its own volition, my hand reaches for him, just as he is wheeled out of my sight. I should be with him, I need to go to him.


I can hear a scream ripping through the air, and I wonder who else is losing someone they love right now.  I take a quick glance, but then my eyes go right back to Ty’s curtain, waiting for a glimpse of anything. I continue to stretch my arm, willing it to reach him, to get me closer. Yet, I don’t move.  


A frantic beeping noise comes from the side of the room that now holds the only two men I have ever loved. The scream that fills the room like a siren grows louder and more desperate.


"Will someone sedate her before she hurts herself.” A voice behind me bellows. A  cold sensation spreads down my vein as I stare in disbelief, wishing I could be next to Ty, holding his hand, explaining what the nurses are doing. Ty has been alone for so long. He should have someone with him right now.  


My arm grows heavy, as do my eyes. My throat throbs so I close my mouth to swallow. As I do this the scream dies. Was that me? Was I screaming? A nurse pulls my arm to the side of the bed, and I don’t resist. My body feels like it weighs twice what it should. My eyes fight to stay open when I hear the flurry of beeps from the heart monitor across the room become one steady noise. Yelling and commotion come from the side of the room that holds Ty and Marcus. I am unable to tell which bay they are all rushing to. Certainly the wound Ty sustained was  far worse than Marcus’s.

This is it, I am losing him.

As a deluge of tears form in my eyes I draw them closed and say a little prayer. The warm, wet drops flow freely as the drugs I was given take over. Falling further into unconsciousness, all I can see is him. I can feel him. I can smell him. I beg my brain to hold these memories. The memories of the first man to love me the way I deserved. I can feel them rolling my litter away. I don’t want to leave him here. 


Someone screams “clear” and I hear the familiar sound of the defibrillator expending and recharging.  “Clear,” still the steady beep.  “Clear.” Again, nothing.  The swinging  door swishes open as they roll me through.  “That’s it, call it.” An authoritative voice rings out.  I fell my heart breaking into a million tiny pieces. Just as the door starts to close I bring forth all of my strength.


Unfortunately, I am only able to verbalize one thing, whispered like a prayer on the wind.

“Tyler.”