marks and cuts on her face. “Carrie, please come back to me. I need you.” He slid his blood stained fingers down her neck to see if she had a pulse. It was there but very faint. He hugged her close as he cried and pleaded with God not to take her from him. He looked around the room at the mess; there was blood everywhere. The table was overturned, and the contents that were on it were scattered. The call button was ripped from the wall and thrown to the other side of the room. He bent back down to look at the face of the woman he loved. He kissed her and said, “I love you.” He almost expected to hear her say it back, but when he didn’t hear anything, he gathered her close and started to cry again.
The doctors and nurses all ran into the room and pulled Carrie out of Isaac’s arms. He didn’t want to let go, but one of the nurses said, “Sir, we’ll have to take her now. We will do our best to bring her back.” He bent back down, kissed her, and then let them take her. He backed away, sitting in the pool of Carrie’s blood.
He put his head in his hands and just sat there, listening to them work on her. He heard the heart monitor start with one long beep, and then there was silence. He heard someone say, “Start CPR.” Then he heard someone counting, “One, two, three breathe.” He lifted his head to watch. Then someone said, “Clear,” and he saw his wife’s body jerk as they shocked her with electricity. They turned to look at the monitor again. When nothing happened, they did CPR again. Then someone said, “Clear,” one more time. He saw her jerk again, and then the heart monitor start to beep and everyone in the room sighed. Someone said, “We got her.” Isaac cried with hope as his wife’s heart started to beat again.
They picked her up and put her on a stretcher. A nurse went up to Isaac. “Sir, please come with me, and I’ll get you something to change into.” Isaac couldn’t get himself to move. He just sat there for a second and nodded his head. The nurse gave him some scrubs to change into and led him to the waiting room. She sat down beside him so she could ask him some questions. “What is your wife’s name?” she asked.
“Carrie Ann Walsch,” he replied, staring off into space. The nurse wrote that down.
“Is she allergic to any medicines that you know off?” she asked.
“No,” he said.
“Do you know what her blood type is?” she asked while she checked the no box for allergies.
“I think it is A negative, but I’m not sure,” he said, looking down at his hands.
“That’s okay. We can check,” she said. “I’m sorry to have to ask, but does she have a living will?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“Okay, I’ll go see how she is doing, and I’ll keep you updated,” she said. She got up and walked away.
At that moment, he realized that Lee Lee and the girls were looking at him with concern. Lee Lee got up and went to sit next her brother. “What happened? I didn’t see anything. Where is Mom?”
“Someone tried to kill Carrie, and I don’t know where Mom is,” he said then turned to look at his sister’s face. “Go ask that nurse if she knows anything.” She nodded and went to the nurses’ station. She heard some commotion and heard a call for the security guards.
The nurse ran back over to Isaac. “I’m sorry. With all the commotion with your wife we didn’t notice that your mother was missing,” she said, standing in front of him.
“Find her,” he said then stood up. “Can I see my wife now?”
“Yes, of course.” She turned to lead Isaac to the room where they had put Carrie. “She is stable at the moment, and by the shape of the room, she fought hard to keep your mother safe, but I’m sorry, none of the nurses heard anything. The police will be here soon to question everyone,” she said as they reached the room. He didn’t say anything; he just followed her through the door. He was worried about his mother, but all
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