A man's wife suddenly dies, but not all hope is lost, he can bring her back, but at the cost of something far worse than just death.
She smiles as he leans in and kisses her lips. “Stop it.” She giggles a little and pushes him away. He sighs, “You know it’s hard to kiss someone when they are smiling so much.” She puts her arms around him still smiling. “Yes, this is why I just want to cuddle right now, I’m supposed to be writing.” He picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. She starts to laugh and pound on his back playfully. “Stop it! I’m serious! I have a paper to right” she tries to look and see where he is going. He tickles her side making her squirm.
“Nope! You’re not going to write till I get my kiss!” he grins and tosses her gently on the bed. As she lands she throws her arms out taking over the whole bed. “Ha! Try to get me now!” He jumps on the bed straddling her laying chest to chest. She turns her head away teasing him. He kisses her neck slowly, traveling up the side of her jaw line, kissing every inch of her face except her lips. She turns her head to look into his eyes. “Mmm I think ill take that kiss now.” He laughs, “Finally! You surrender!”
she giggles and wraps her arms around him. He rolls over and puts her on top of him, with one hand behind her head and the other on the small of her back. She gasps a little at the sudden movement, and then relaxes, melting in his arms. She puts her head down so that their lips meet. He kisses her back with slow little kisses, that turn into longer more passionate kisses, she moans a little and pulls away. “ I have to write now.” He makes a sad puppy dog face at her, and she rolls off him. “Oh no you don’t! I’m not fallin for it, now you got your kiss, I need to write.”
She kisses him again lightly on the lips, “why don’t you write with me!” he kisses her again, and gets up. “ I think I will! What should we write?” she thinks for a moment. Then her eyes widen, “ how about, a zombie story!” He grabs her around the waist and kisses her again. “that’s a great idea!” He picks her up and takes her back to the living room, to write on their lap tops. “ she giggles and nibbles his ear.
“zombie says omm nom nom!” he pretends to be scared “ oh no!” he tosses her on the couch playfully. “ gotta get my shot gun!” he puts both hands up like he is holding an invisible gun and cocks it. She gets up and pretends to jump at him trying to bite him. She holds her arms out in front of her and walks slowly. “mmmmmmmm meat!” he laughs, and pretends to shoot her, she makes a noise like she’s in pain and falls to the ground.
He walks over and tickles her, she doesn’t respond. Her body starts to spasm like she’s having a seizure. “hunny!” he lifts her up and tries to sit her on the couch. Her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. “baby! Whats wrong! Hunny! This isn’t funny!” she suddenly stops, going completely limp. He jiggles her body, trying to wake her. “baby?” she dosent move, “oh god no!”
Placing his head on her chest he listens for her heart beat, there is none. He puts her back on the floor, and tries to resuscitate her. “come on baby breath!” he presses on her chest, counting to himself, “ one, two, three,” He tilts her head back, holds her nose closed and breaths into her mouth. he screams and goes back to pressing on her chest, “One! Two! Three!”
He tilts her head and breaths into her mouth again, Still nothing. “NO! ELIZABETH! PLEASE! COME BACK!” He starts to cry, and begins pressing on her chest again, over and over and over, breathing into her mouth. he stops and dials 911 on his cell phone. “Hello 911 whats your emergency?” He cries into the phone, “ My wife! My wife! She just, collapsed, she’s not breathing, oh god.” There is typing on the other end of the line, “ Just stay calm sir, we are having a ambulance being send to your location as we speak. Did you try and resuscitate her?” He nods, then realizes she cant see him.
“Yes, I tried it’s not working.” He covers his face in his hands then goes back over to his wife, “ I have to keep trying!” he puts the phone down and tries again, his wifes body remained lifeless underneath him. He picked her up in his arms, “Elizabeth.” He cries into her hair, slowly rocking back and forth, his body shaking from the sob that rose deep within his throat. He threw his head back and yelled.
The sirens from the ambulance could be heard somewhere outside his mind, but he wasn’t listening. The paramedics tried to take her from him, “sir, sir she’s gone, there is nothing you can do now, we have to take her.” He could barely feel them pry his arms off his dead wife. They took her away, closed her beautiful lifeless body in a dull, black bag. Someone helped him to his feet and onto the couch. They asked him questions, what happened, did she have any health problems, was she under stress. All he could do was shake his head staring at nothing.
The paramedics look at each other and frowned. “He’s in shock; we should get him to the hospital for observation.” They helped him to his feet, he moved like a puppet on strings. They guided him to the back of the ambulance and sat him down on a bed inside. “Sir, what is your name?” He blinked for a moment trying to understand the question. “Your name?” He opened his mouth, and then closed it, finding that his mouth had gone dry. “Michael, my name is Michael Moore.” One of them scribbles something down on a clip board.
“Are you on any medications?” Michael shook his head, “No, nothing, my wife is, but that was for her headaches.” Michael put his head in his hands and cried. “They said it was just migraines, do you think this has something to do with it?” The one paramedic looked at him, “I’m not sure, they will be able to know what happened after the autopsy.” Michael uncovered his face, “Autopsy! You mean they’re going to cut open my wife!” He stoop up clenching his fists. Both paramedics jumped in and tried to sit him back down but he wouldn’t budge.
“NO! THEY CANT DO THAT! THEY”LL HURT HER! SHES NOT DEAD!” He began kicking and twisting while they tried to hold him down. “Michael! You need to calm down! Your going to hurt yourself!” Michael, was beyond listening, he didn’t want to belive that she was gone, that he would never hold her in his arms. Kiss her soft red lips; lay on the couch with her on top of him watching their favorite movies. He would never hear the sound of her laugh, how she danced around when she talked about her writing.
He felt something prick his shoulder and looked to see one of the paramedics pull away with a needle. “It’s just a sedative; you’re going to be alright.” He whimpered, as a tear slid down his cheek, he called out, “Elizabeth,” as closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.