He nods. He presses his lips into a thin line and fiddles with his thick-framed glasses. “I’m sorry to say he didn’t make it. He died on the table.”
I close my eyes. I latch onto those two words.
He died.
He’s dead.
Ben’s gone.
The man who’s made me smile and laugh every day for the last seven years of my life doesn’t exist anymore.
Poof.
Gone.
Game over.
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he says. “We did everything we could, and unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.”
I lose it. Completely and utterly lose it. A sound that can’t even be described as a sob leaves my throat. I’m drowning in tears. My whole face is wet.
“H-He’s really gone?” I find myself saying. I don’t know how I find the strength to say the words. They feel like gasoline on my throat and my tears are the fucking match.
The doctor nods once. Solemn. Resolute.
I crumble to the floor.
“Ma’am,” he says, bending down to me.
“No, no, no.” I cry and beat my fists against the floor. I’m causing a scene, I know, but I can’t stop. I need to let this out. I need to do something. I can’t just sit there and listen to this man tell me the love of my life is gone. Dead.
Dead. He’s dead.
“Ma’am?” he says again.
“No!” I scream. Scream from the very depths of my soul. “He can’t be dead.” I pull at my hair. “This is all a bad dream. Wake up. Wake up.” I slap my face, but I’m still here, firmly rooted in reality. “No, no, no, no, no,” I whisper to myself. “No.” I stand and make a run for the doors. “Ben!” I scream, like he can hear me. The doctor grabs me around the waist and holds me back, keeping me from the doors. “Ben! Please! Ben.” I tug and yank on his arms, trying to get him to let me go, but he doesn’t budge. I sink into his arms and scream. I cry. I pour it all out from my very soul. “Why?” I sob into the doctor’s coat. “Why?”
The doctor surprises me by wrapping his arms around me. “Shh,” he soothes, trying to coax me back into my chair. I let him. My legs can’t hold me up anymore—the muscles have given out.
Loraine sobs quietly beside me. I wish I could be like her. Quiet in my grief.
“Let me get you some water.” The doctor’s speaking to me, but I can no longer look at him. I refuse to look at the man that has just told me that my love, my heart, my soul is gone. If I don’t look at him then I don’t have to face the truth.
He returns with a paper cup full of water and holds it out to me. I don’t take it. I can’t move. Frozen. I am frozen.
He bends down in front of me and taps my knee with an index finger. “Hey,” he says in a soft tone. I stare at my lap. “It’ll be okay,” he whispers. “I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth.”
He sets the water cup on the chair beside me and leaves.
The waiting room is quiet. I feel the stares. I hear the whispers.
I don’t care.
How can I care when Ben is gone?
“Blaire?” Loraine says my name around a sob.
I squish my eyes closed and more tears leak out. I never knew it was possible to cry this much. It’s like they’re seeping from my pores. I know I need to answer her, but I don’t want to open my mouth again. I’m scared if I do I’ll start screaming and not want to stop. I’ve already caused enough of a scene.