The Tattoos on Her Back

I Lost...(Bonus Chapter)

(Zac's POV)

I watched her drive further away from me. The further she inched along, the more my heart shattered.

She got to the driveway. I could see her eyes in the mirror. Was she crying?

Her car inched forward as she gave the car more gas. All of a sudden, my world crumbled underneath me as I saw her car roll six times right across the street.

"ROSE!" I screamed uncontrollably as I ran as fast as I could to her car.

The car was upside down, and it looked like a crumpled up piece of paper. The drivers side was caved in, and the front axles were toast.

Then I smelt it.... gas leak. Right as I approached the car, it bursted into flames.

"ROSE!" She was still in there, and I had to get to her.

I ripped what was left of the drivers door off its hinges. I saw her with her seatbelt on. The flames were in the back of the car, so I reached in far enough to unbuckle the seatbelt. I caught her right before her head landed on the ground, and pulled her out just before the flames roared into the front half of the car causing another explosion.

I pulled her farther away from the car, and later her in my lap.

"ROSE! NO! ROSE, WAKE UP! OH MY GOD, PLEASE WAKE UP! DON'T LEAVE LIKE THIS!" Tears rolled down my face as I held her close to me.

She had blood trickling from her ears and nose. Scratches all over her body, and her shirt and pants were ripped exposing sever gashes. Her hair was b****y, and I could tell immediately that she had broken both of her legs. I prayed to god that she wasn't dead.

Just a few minutes after, the paramedics arrived. They literally had to pry her out of my grasp. I couldn't lose her too. Not her. She was too special.

"Hey man, I am so sorry. She just pulled right out in front of me and I- I just didn't have time to stop. I- I-" he stuttered over his words. He ran a hand through his messy hair.

I looked at him not knowing what to say. The girl I cared for very much is possibly dead because of this man, yet he has the guts to apologize to me. When he should be apologizing to her.

"Look 'man', now is not the best time as you can tell. So just go somewhere that is not here" I said through clenched teeth.

He put his head down clearly ashamed. He put both hands on his face wiping the sweat off.

"Can I ride with her?" I asked one of the paramedics.

"Yes. But get in quick. She's in critical condition." She replied motioning towards Rose.

I hopped in and grabbed her hand.

"Please don't leave me like this, Rose. I can't live without you....... I love you."

"Ahem" the paramedic clears her throat.

"I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to dress your wounds too." I then realized that I also had cuts on my abdomen arms and a little on my legs and face. Must have gotten that when I reached in and unbuckled her seatbelt.

I let her put bandaids all over me while I just held Rose's hand. Staring at her, expecting her to open her eyes.

"Will she make it?" I asked through the painful urge to cry building up in my throat.

"For now. The doctors will give you further information once they got her stable and more tests are done." She replied putting one last bandage on my cut.

The ride to the hospital seemed like the longest ride of my life. When we finally arrived, I jumped put of the ambulance and walked right beside the bed still holding her hand as we walked towards the E.R.

A nurse stepped in front of me causing me to lose my grasp on her hand.

"I'm sorry sir you'll have to wait here. You can't go beyond this point."

"I can't just leave her, I'm the only person she has right now."

"Is there anybody you'd like me to call?"

Of course I would've at least like to call her friend, but I didn't know her number.

"No."

"Can I get you anything while you wait?"

"No, I'm good thanks."

The wait of 2 hours seemed like a wait of an endless game of poker. Anticipating what's gonna happen next. An endless cut from a blade to the chest. The endless pain and agony.

"Mr. Zac?" I jumped, lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize that the doc walked in.

I jumped up immediately. "Is she ok?" I asked with a great amount of worry in my voice.

"I'm sorry sir....." The words I dreaded to hear.

No...

No!

NO!!