Meant to Be (The Saving Angels 1)

Bruno stripped off his shirt and pushed it under my hands that were still pressed over Mark’s wound.

“I can’t take you the rest of the way, there will be too many questions. Drive the rest of the way, its right up the road. Tell the doctors that you were walking on the beach when some thugs jumped out and robbed you and shot your boyfriend.”

I looked at him in confusion.

“I don’t know if any of this talk about angels is true, but you didn’t deserve any of this,” he said as he turned to run away.

“Wait!” I yelled. I threw my arms around him and gave him a quick hug. “Thank you.”

I watched him for a brief moment as he jogged away and then adrenaline took over. I raced to the driver’s side and threw myself into the driver’s seat. I slammed the vehicle into gear and flew down the road. I hit the hospital parking lot going ninety and did not stop until I reached the emergency room.

I tore into the E.R. yelling that my boyfriend had been shot and was dying in my car. Several doctors rushed after me as I raced back to Mark.

Within moments they had him on a stretcher and had started C.P.R. I watched as they searched for a pulse. I fought to hold onto his hand and begged them to save him as they raced him into the hospital.

I felt a nurse tugging on my arm trying to pry me away from him, but I fought her off. I was not letting him go. I knew that as long as I continued to touch him, he wouldn’t die.

I felt the sharp pain of a needle being plunged into my throat. I felt my hand slip away from Mark’s and tried to call out, but it was too late. I didn’t get a chance to tell them how important it was for them to save him. That I could not survive without him.

I knew I was dreaming. I was sitting on the soft sand that I had sat on hundreds of times before. I looked around for Mark, but saw him nowhere. I sat and watched the waves approaching and the birds flying throughout the sky. It was actually quite peaceful. There was a slight breeze that carried the scent of the amusement park in the distance. Just when I was about ready to give up, I saw him approaching. I was surprised to see that he was not alone. Four others stood behind him.

I recognized Sam and Shawn and thought one of the other couples looked familiar too, but couldn’t place them.

Mark stopped in front of me and held out his hand to me.

I stood up and faced him. “Are you dead?” I asked him.

“I don’t know. This isn’t my dream, it’s yours.”

I looked at him in horror. What did he mean this wasn’t his dream? We had always shared the same dream.

My screams echoed throughout my body and I felt like all of the air was leaving my lungs.

Chapter 14

I was awakened by my own choking as I gasped for air. I sat up abruptly on the hospital bed I was laying on and looked around frantically for Mark.

I felt a gentle hand pushing me back down on the bed and was surprised to see Sam standing over me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in a hoarse voice. “How did you know I was here?”

“You told a nurse that I was your next of kin and they called me,” Sam told me.

I faintly remembered in my drug induced sleep being asked who they should call.

“Where is Mark?” I asked in a pleading voice, dreading the answer.

“He’s in recovery,” Sam said, wiping the tears off my cheeks.

I thought I misunderstood her.

“He’s okay?” I asked, not daring to believe.

“Mark’s going to be fine. They say the bullet passed right through him. They went in and fixed the damage it caused, but they said he was lucky that it missed all his vital organs.”

“What about my mom?”

“She’s getting better; she finally regained consciousness last night, but only for a few minutes. You can go up and see them later when you feel better.”