Everything in me felt like it was burning like my insides were burning at the sight of Olivia's unconscious body in my arms. I don't even know if she is unconscious or dead.
"Tay let the paramedics help her?" a voice says but it sounds too far away. The only thing in my mind right now is Olivia. I don't know how long I have been holding her, I just don't want her to slip out of my hands. It feels like the moment she does I will never see her again and that scares the shit out of me.
"Come, brother," two arms grab me, and Olivia gets taken away from me.
"She is in safe hands," a voice says and we walk out of the building. I get at the back of the ambulance with Olivia and paramedics.
"Female, she looks like she is in her early twentieth, three bullets, and lost a lot of blood," a guy tells someone at the other side of the phone and I continue to hold Olivia's hand.
"Yes, she is in critical condition," the guy keeps talking and I try my best not to snap at him. I am doing my best not to panic and all he is doing is making me worry more.
If only I had not opened that damn door, maybe she would be in my arms going home with me right now. Why is the universe so hell-bent on punishing me? All I want is to be happy with the woman I adore. I can still hear the sound of gunshots going off in my mind. Three of them ended up in Olivia's body. I am frightened and my soul feels like it is slowly slipping away from my body. I don't know if I can survive if she doesn't make it, she is a part of me, and without her, I have nothing to live for. Losing her will be like living in a world without air and I don't want to know how it feels.
The ambulance comes to a halt and they wheel Olivia inside the hospital. Nate, Andrew, Jessica, Joe, Nora, Shawn, and I rush behind.
We sit in the waiting room and wait.
"Tay?" I lift my head up to look at Nate.
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have allowed Olivia to hand herself over," I stand up and come face to face with my little brother.
"Don't you think you are a little bit late for that? Huh?" He looks down and I continue.
"Olivia is fighting for her life because of your reckless decision. My wife, my life is in that theater room! If she doesn't make it don't ever show me your face to me again, God knows what I will do if I see you—"
"Enough!" A small voice yells and we turn to Nora crying on Joe's shoulder.
"What happened, happened. I know you are hurting, we all are hurting but you don't have to take out your anger on your brother. He made a mistake of not telling us of Olivia's decision but you can't hold that on him forever. It was Olivia's decision to hand herself over, you all of people know that Olivia would have never allow the people she loves to die when she can do something about it," Nora says, and tears fall down my cheeks because she is right. No matter how much I blame Nate I know this is not his fault. It was Olivia's decision. She would rather die than see the people she loves suffer.
"What about me? Did she think of me when she decided to hand herself over? Did she even think about how much I need her? She is my reason for tolerating this life?" My voice cracks and all my walls break down.
Nate pulls me into his arms and I feel another hug at my back and I break down completely. No matter how much I act like I am fine I know in front of my brothers I can never do that. They are my strength and Olivia is my soul, my air. I need them as much as they need me.
"She is a fighter. She will make it through. I know she will," Andrew says and I nod.
After many hours of waiting, James comes out and we all stand up.
"How is she?" I ask, not sure if I want to know the answer.
"We managed to remove the bullets," he informs and we all sigh.
"Will she be fine?" Nate asks.
"About that," he clears his throat.
"We have to put her in a coma for them to survive or else she won't make it to tomorrow an—"
"Them? Who are they?" I ask, confused?
"You didn't know?"
"Know what?" I ask, more confused.
"Olivia is pregnant with twins and it is a miracle that they all survived," my heart beats faster than normal. I open my mouth to say something but close it again. I don't know how to feel right now. I am happy and sad at the same time.
"Olivia is pregnant?" I ask, again just be sure I heard him right.
"Yes, she is 4 weeks and 4 days pregnant," he informs.
"And why do you need to put her into a coma again?" I ask.
"She needs to heal, she took three bullets, and for her to do that she has to be a coma," James says and we all nod in understanding.
I sign some papers and later James allows me to go see her. There is a big tube going into her mouth and many small tubes on her arms and it takes everything in me not to cringe and cry. I sit next to her bed and hold her hand.
"We are pregnant, you are going to be a mother and you will live to see our babies grow up, I promise my love. Just fight. I am waiting for you, I love you so much it hurts and I love every minute of it, "
(It's my birthday months guys! 10th of September, I am turning twenty!)