Page 91 of Love Sick

But there’s just so much blood.

I feel the life draining from Luna’s body with every labored breath she takes. But it can’t end like this.

“Don’t leave me,” I sob, blood and tears intermingled at this life which only seems to take. “You hear me! You fight!”

I suddenly understand how Alanna felt, watching the love of her life die and being helpless to stop it. Her preserving Jonathan and wishing to resurrect him doesn’t seem so crazy now that I’m faced with the same fate because I would do anything to save Luna’s life.

Her breaths slow, and her eyes slip shut. She’s leaving me with each pained breath she takes.

I hear a trigger being cocked before the cool metal of a gun barrel is pressed to my temple. But this is a small mercy because I don’t want to live in a world where Luna doesn’t exist.

I brace for death as I embrace my love in my arms; if I’m to die, then I want to leave this earth with Luna by my side.

But an ear-shattering boom reveals this life isn’t done with me just yet.

Peering up, I see Alanna standing a few feet away, smoking gun in her shaky hand, the gun she just shot Daddy with.

I don’t know what’s going on other than the fact that Daddy is dead because Alanna shot him straight through the heart. But why?

He’s lying in a twisted heap, his body turned at a grotesque angle. It gives me no pleasure seeing him dead because he died too easily.

But that can wait.

“Alanna!” I scream, Luna’s broken body in my arms. “Please help me.”

She shot Daddy because she saw I was in danger. In her own fucked-up way, Alanna loves me. I doubt she would have done that if Luna was the one in danger, but she has saved me time and time again.

It’s hard to see someone as the villain when they keep trying to save you.

Alanna continues staring at Daddy, appearing to be in shock at what she did. “He was going to hurt you,” she says in a monotone.

“Yes, he was. You saved me. Thank you. But I need your help. Luna is hurt. Please help her.”

She’s a doctor, for fuck’s sake.

Luna’s pulse grows shallower and shallower, and I know it’s only a matter of time.

A thought suddenly occurs to me…

“Give her my heart! We know it’s a match.”

“What?” Alanna gasps, shaking her head. “No. I will not.”

“She’s dying, Alanna. She doesn’t deserve this. Please help her. Help me. If you don’t, then I will do it for you.”

I rip the gun out from my back and place it over my heart.

“No!” she screams, shaking her head violently.

Alanna grapples with what to do because Luna dying benefits her. But her feelings for me are stopping her from walking away.

Another idea occurs to me…one where Luna and I both get to live. Not that I give a shit about my life. But I need to live to know that Luna survived.

“I will do anything you want,” I beg, brushing away my tears with the back of my bloody hand. “I’ll…love you and never leave you. I promise.”

That’s all Alanna’s ever wanted—to be loved and never have someone leave.

And she knows I mean every single word because I will do anything to save Luna’s life, just how she did with Jonathan.

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