"Maragaret wait!" he exclaimed, sitting up way too quick and trying to reach out for her, arm tugging on his IVs. "Maragaret come back!"
But, she still walked away. And he was left all alone.
He had to do something. He couldn't just let her walk away. Walk out of his life. He had to fix this. He had to do something. He didn't care how badly he didn't deserve it, he had to.
He scrambled up, unhooking anything he could, and pulling up the medical tape that kept him connected to his heart monitor. He knew he was going to be in deep shit the second the alarm sounded. He didn't care. He had to fix this.
He got out of his bed as quickly as he could, medicine still in him making him wobbly.
"Maragaret wait-" he called again, grabbing his rolling IV stand with all the strength he had in his one non-broken arm, and getting up as best he could.
He dashed along the floor, grippy socks squeaking as he went as fast as his legs could carry him. It was a pathetic rushed hobble, frantically trying to catch up to the girl who was about to slip away into the elevators and probably leave forever.
He watched her, helplessly inching along, calling for Maragaret as best he could as he scrambled to catch up to her before the elevator doors closed.
He could hear the nurses calling for him to stop, to stand down, get back to his bed before he hurt himself more. But that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Because nothing could ever hurt as bad as losing Maragaret.
He managed to slip into the elevator right as the doors closed, pressing the "emergency stop" between floors right before his knees could give out in front of her.
He gripped his IV pole helplessly, trying to pull himself back up to face her.
"i couldn't-" he panted, "i couldn't let you leave- not like this."
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