#deltaraes

Her eyes travelled to the beaten and battered man, her heart dropping and eyes swelling up with tears that threatened to spill. She couldn't help but feel the need to rip out the IV needles that punctured her arm and drag herself over to his bed, stroking his hand and whispering words of hope and happiness into his ear. She wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up... if he woke up, the nagging voice inside her head spoke.

If? Ha. No, he would be waking up soon. She was sure of it. Though his beatings were worse than hers, she knew he was a fighter. He could get through this. After all, he was one of the only people she had left. God didn't hate her enough to take away yet another person she cared about... did he?

Apparently he did, because not a second later, the noises from his heart monitor started to quicken in pace, and Rosie let out a shriek. What was going on?! The beeps soon merged together, turning into a long line, teasing her, taunting her, telling her that she could've done more -- should've done more to save him. Maybe if she tried harder, she could've taken his beatings for him.

Nurses and doctors rushed in, and everything went by in a blur. She could barely keep up. All she knew was that one minute he was by her side, the next he wasn't. "Time of death, 23:16." Silly doctors, stop trying to scare her. "Ms. Luckman?" Rosie looked over at the doctor, brows furrowed, deep in thought. "I'm sorry..."

As the doctor talked, she couldn't help but think everything through. Asher was gone. Elijah hated her. Nolan... Well, no one knows where he went. He was probably getting high. And her unborn child became a miscarriage. God, her life was a mess, and shit, she couldn't handle the loss of another person. Asher was gone? No, no he wasn't; if he was dead, then she would join him. Easy as that, because she refused to live a life without her best friend. Not at all.

"C-Could you leave me alone for a bit?" She murmured. The doctor only nodded before closing the door behind him. Apparently, whilst he was talking, a nurse brought in Asher's lifeless body as Rosie and Asher had requested ("If one of us dies --" "Asher, shut up. We're not gonna die." "If one of us dies, doctor asshole, bring our bodies back into the room so the other could say a proper goodbye."). Oh, so Asher knew he wasn't going to make it. His last words to her were "I love you, you raging bitch", whilst hers were, "When we get out here, I'm totally making out with you. But yeah, I love you too, you homosexual beast." And now, she could do nothing but laugh at the memory softly as she forced herself off her bed and stood next to his.