I awoke with a jolt and the sudden feeling of ice against my pale skin from my uneasy sleep. I glanced beside me to check if it was all a dream, it hadn’t been. I couldn’t let my eyes linger for they would begin to fill with tears. I looked away quickly but hot tears still came. They ran down my cheeks and I decided I had to at least look at her. So I stood up slowly and walked over to the bedside.
The doctors hadn’t been in for a while, giving me some time with her. I stroked her freezing cheek and sat down in the chair next to the bed.
I sobbed as I wished she made it through to heaven safely. I kissed her hand carefully and placed it by her side again. Her family should be told. I had got out my phone, crying even more now, when a doctor I didn’t know came in.
“Her family knows.” She said morosely, like she read my mind. “Poor girl.” She shook her head looking at Eilidh.
“I’m Doctor Young. You can call me Lizzie.” She explained seeing my quizzical expression.
Why was she in here? She needn’t be. I just wanted to be alone with my Eilidh, but Lizzie didn’t leave, she just stared at Eilidh’s body and started pulling the white sheet over her head.
“I’m not done.” I said quietly. Lizzie looked at me, surprised then put the sheet back where it had been.
“Okay. Don’t worry. We just need to know when you are done. Her family will be here in a moment.” She patted my shoulder and I glared at her, moving closer still to Eilidh.
“Don’t worry? My wife dies and that’s what you say to me?” I said angrily then I sighed and fresh tears ran down my cheeks. Lizzie looked at me and frowned seeing my sudden changes in mood. I collapsed into the chair next to Eilidh and Lizzie pulled up another one from the corner and sat down next to me. I put my head in my hands.
“I’m so sorry. I know how you must feel. My boyfriend died a few years back.” She put her arm around me but seeing my reaction, quickly lifted it away.
“Sorry.” I whispered through my sobs.
“It’s okay. I’ll leave you to your thoughts.” She smiled a small smile at me and left. I didn’t know what to do. Should I leave? I couldn’t leave Eilidh; I could never leave my Eilidh. I looked around the room.
I felt my legs buckle and I fell to the floor, unconscious.