Anger and helplessness choked me from the inside. I'm dying out here and he was messing around with his ex?
Regrets filled my mind as the thoughts of my inevitable end loomed over me. I wanted to scream and cry. I still wanted to live, even just for a day.
“Help…”
As I whispered that word, the monster started screaming in pain. I could hear some electricity zapping. Did someone come to save me?
Suddenly, there was silence, then the floor rumbled as it dropped dead.
I wasn't sure what was happening, but it made me feel so relieved that my consciousness began to fade.
Through it all, I felt a gentle hand lifting me, warmly carrying me in his arms.
“Hang in there. I'm gonna get you out of here,” he said.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. When I came to, I was lying on a hospital bed. If it wasn't for the soreness, I would've thought I just had a terrible nightmare, but I did not, and a week had already passed since the incident.
I spent three more days in the hospital for clearance, and during my entire stay, Calvin did not visit even once.