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Bad Things Come in Three's

 

Did you ever have those mornings that you just knew the day would not go all to well. Those dreary mornings where the sun doesn't shine like it normally does, and the weather is undesirable. This is how I felt when I woke today, and if I knew what was going to happen to me, I would have stayed in bed and never stepped foot out of my apartment.

 

I wake up to the annoying noise coming from the alarm clock beside me, screaming for me to get out of bed. I stretch as I usually do and take a few glances around. I noticed that it looked like it was going to rain outside; luckily all I had planned today was work. Drake was gone by the time I had woken up. Lately we haven't seen much of each other, even though I have tried to help out with our wedding arrangements more. He doesn't seem to have the time to do much else but run the business. I get dressed in my clean scrubs and put up my hair; my usual routine, and then head out the door to work. Even though I did notice it looked like rain today, I absentmindedly forgot my umbrella. Luckily I made it into the hospital before it started to down poor.

 

The hospital was a mad house that day due to the disagreeable weather adding fuel to the flames of bad driving. The emergency room was definitely full today, which meant I had to help out. Normally on a less busy day I would do my usual rounds and check in on patients, deal with a few emergencies here and there, but today was different. Things finally settled down long enough for me to take a break, which I proceed to head to the back of the hospital, completely forgetting that the weather was unpleasant outside. I soon remembered as I looked out at my favorite spot. The trees were swaying in the wind not knowing which way to go. Leaves were falling and being blown into mini cyclones as the rain pelted the ground and wooden benches. Today was definitely not the day to be adventuring outside. I took my break observing Mother Nature's wrath and was suddenly beeped to the emergency room.

 

“Quick we're losing him,” I heard one of the head emergency doctors yell out to his fellow physicians. I quickly go in to see what I can do to help. The doctor hands me the panels indicating to jump start the man's heart. The nurse set the charge and I place the panels on his chest causing the man's body to jump up from the shock. All at once our heads turn to the heart monitor as no beats are present. They increase the amount and I shock his chest again. Still no beat. The doctor tells me to try it again, and I follow his orders. All that could be heard was the stationary beep noise as we all become very silent and still.

 

“Time of death 16:35,” the nurse writes down the time in the patient's chart. All I can do was stare at the man who was once alive a few minutes ago; my hands still griping the panels. This was the first patient that I had actually lost, the first patient I was partly responsible for not saving. It was heart breaking just looking at the lifeless body in front of me, knowing that he probably had family that were waiting for him to come home from work to hear about his day. He could possibly have young kids that would never again see their smiling father great them as they come home from school. A tear comes to my eye as the head doctor approaches me.

 

“The family has arrived,” indicating to me that it was my responsibility to tell the family that their loved one has stopped breathing, his heart stopped beating, that he was dead. I wipe my tear away, knowing well enough that I had to be the strong one; for them. I can't completely recall the exact words I used. I felt like an emotionless robot as I told the crying family the events that lead to their loved one's untimely demise. Later I thought to myself how people, how doctors could just shut off their emotions like this everyday. It seems almost heartless when I think about it.

 

Today's trip home was one time where I didn't want to think. I just wanted to be home and in Drake's arms, letting my emotions from the days event flow free from my body. Luckily the rain that day masked the already present tears flowing from my eyes. I guess it was luck that prevented me from bringing an umbrella on one of the dreariest days I have ever known.

 

I finally make it home and head up the endless amount of stairs up to my apartment. I put the key into the door and slowly turn it, expecting the normal empty house that I come to always. This night was not the same. As I slowly opened the door I could hear noises coming from inside. Drake must be home watching TV in bed, I thought to myself. As I start to walk inside drenched from the leaking sky, I hear Drake's laughter and then another person. A female person to be exact. Both of them were laughing, and the noise was coming from Drake's and my bedroom. I desperately tried to convince myself that he was either watching a show on the television or talking to someone on speaker phone, something that would explain away the already haunting thoughts creeping inside my mind. My heart told me to run away from that bedroom, while my mind told me to go forth. I couldn't really listen to either of them as I slowly made my way to the door of the room that I sleep in, that Drake sleeps in with me; together. The door was cracked and it didn't take me long to peek inside.

 

What I saw shocked me to my core, making me rethink the decision to look or even venture inside the apartment. There I saw him, my fiancé, the man I loved and was about to pledge my devotion to lying in bed with some women on top of him, riding him like a filthy whore. At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought it to be a nightmare that I desperately wanted to wake up from. Tears came to my eyes at the realization that my fiancé was cheating on me before my very eyes. Rage added to those tears in my eyes as I stared at the horrendous act before me. As I shifted to run out of the apartment, the floor squeaked in protest. With that one squeak, Drake looks at me looking at him through the cracked door as he hastily throws the women off him. He bunches up some sheets around his naked, dirty body and runs after me. At this I take off towards the exit of our apartment.

 

“Wait, Gwendolyn! I can explain,” he yells after me trying to grab at my arm.

 

I turn to him with so much anger and hurt, “Like hell you can explain this…,” he grabs my arm. “Let go, I can't deal with you right now. I need to leave. I can't even look at you. You disgust me!” I scream at him with violence evident in my voice, as tears are streaming down my face; my emotions far from being in check. He squeezes my arm in protest of me trying to leave. “Ow, you're hurting me,” I sob in reply and he then suddenly throws my arm to me and I stumble back.

 

“Fine leave. If you want to throw away everything that we have, just walk right out that door,” he says as if it is my fault that he was the one cheating on me. With those final words I dash out the door and I don't look back. I run quickly down those stairs as visions of what just happened flash before my eyes. I'm soon walking fast down the street, the rain falling upon me from the night sky. I hadn't even realized how dark it had gotten since I left for home.

 

I start to think to myself of the poor guys' family and their lost that they felt today, as I think of the lost that I just had suffered. Seeing my love coupling with some stranger hurt me deep inside. What happened to those kind and loving words from our long nights lying in bed together? Were they all a farce, an act to help keep me in the dark about his love affairs? Love, affair, I laugh to myself at how opposite those words can be. There was no love in an affair, only that disgusting sin of lust. How could he just instantly throw our love away like that for some cheap pleasure? Did I mean nothing to him? My head was spinning from all the questions that fed my tired mind and broken heart. I suddenly stop walking, not even knowing at all where I was as I leaned against the brick alleyway.

 

“Don't move,” came a voice behind me which caused me to jump and quickly turn around. My eye's widen in shock and fright at the site that I saw. A man, that appeared to be in rough shape, holding a gun at me. I thought to myself what more could happen to me tonight. First I lose my first patient, then I see my fiancé sleeping with some other women and now I'm being mugged. What did I do to deserve this one, I thought to myself while looking up to the night sky, rain dripping upon my face.

 

The guy started to walk closer to me, as I held my hands up in automatic response. “Hand over your purse and I wont have to use my little friend here,” he indicates the gun in his hand by twisting it around, then cocking it with his thumb. I didn't hesitate; he looked extremely desperate for cash. I slowly start to put my purse down to the ground. He suddenly grabbed it from my hands and jabbed me in the stomach causing me to keel over on the ground as he took off with my purse. From the sounds of it, he didn't make it that far. As I hunched over on the ground I could hear a struggle at the end of the entrance along with the sound of fists making contact to skin. Soon I could hear one of the men run off down the street as the other approached. I hoped for my sake that the guy with the gun was not the one standing before me. I slowly look up to see who it was but couldn't get a good look at the guy due to the haziness that the pain was causing my eyes.

 

“Are you alright?” came a somewhat familiar voice as the guy before me bent down to take a look at me. I finally am able to see clear enough to identify the man before me.

 

“You?” I said recognizing that the man was Adrian, the mysterious man from the park, and then suddenly everything went black.