Everyone moved away, leaving me in the nurse's care, her hands trembling as she held mine tightly.
"Stay with me," she whispered tearfully. "The next ambulance is on its way."
But I could feel myself slipping. My vision blurred, and the world around me faded.
Through the haze, I saw Colin gently place Siena in the ambulance, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He was too busy comforting her, too busy making sure she was alright. Too busy to even glance my way.
He didn’t see the blood pooling beneath me or the life draining from my body.
It wasn’t that Colin was heartless. His heart was just too full—of Siena. There was no room left for me, his wife.
As the ambulance doors closed, he cast a fleeting glance in my direction.
But it was just that—fleeting.
“Eloise,” he said indifferently, “you’ve always been healthy. Hang in there. They’ll come back for you soon.”
Then, without hesitation, he shut the doors, and the ambulance sped off, leaving me behind.
The wail of the sirens faded into the distance as darkness crept in.
I could feel my blood leaving my body, warmth slipping away. Tears welled in my eyes as I lost my grip on consciousness, a single thought echoing through my mind.