C13 Not As Heartless As Him

Arriving at the hospital, I tightly hold onto Richie's hand as the nurses rush him into the emergency room, forcing me to step back. My heart races with worry and I try my best to hold back the tears. This isn't how things are supposed to be. Richie can't die now, especially when I haven't gotten my closure. He has to be alive-I need him to be alive.

Anxiously sitting in the waiting chair