Excerpt

I looked around the hospital, feeling helpless. Doctors were off trying to save Marcus, hopefully.
I looked at my hands, they were completely covered in blood—Marcus’s blood.
“Excuse me.” I timidly got the receptionists attention.
“Where could I wash…” what words made sense for what was wrong?
Thankfully the receptionist understood.
“Oh dear. You can go right down the hall, 3rd door on the left.”
Once in the bathroom, I began washing my hands. After scrubbing for the longest time, my hands still weren’t completely clean from blood.
When I got back to the waiting room, I collapsed. All I could do was sit and stare at my still soaked hands. After more than an hour of sitting alone in the silent room, I heard footsteps coming towards me. I stood up and put my arms around him devoid of a thought.
“I’m so sorry, Sarah.” Mitchell said quietly.
I practically brushed off his apology “Thanks for being here.”
He sat down next to me.
“I’m so scared.” I confessed tearfully.
“I know. But it’ll be okay.”
I wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t. What if some messed up piece of the universe wanted to take Marcus from me.