Arriving at the hospital, I tightly hold onto Richie's hand as the nurses rush him into the emergency room, forcing me to step back. My heart races with worry and I try my best to hold back the tears. This isn't how things are supposed to be. Richie can't die now, especially when I haven't gotten my closure. He has to be alive-I need him to be alive.
Anxiously sitting in the waiting chair, fear grips my heart. I can't help but replay the events in my mind, thinking about how I could have been more careful back at the construction site. It's hard to admit, but Richie isn't meant to be bleeding his life out. If anyone deserves pain, it's him, but not like this. I want to confront Richie, to make him feel the pain he's caused me, but not by risking his life to save mine. He deserves a diffe
