It was 9:45am one summer morning. I could smell the faint fragrance of my husband’s Triumphant cologne. “Mmm, hubby’s home!” i said to myself with a smile. I sat up in our California King bed and took down my messy bun. “Babe?!” i called to the bathroom, as i heard the shower running. no answer. “DeMario!” I yelled. Still no answer! I stood up and adjusted myself into my rose colored, satin nightgown. As I walked towards our master bathroom, a sudden wave of coldness went down my spine. “Babe, you there?” I asked in a worried tone. The bathroom door is locked. Great. I began banging on the door.
“DeMario! Chauncey DeMario Elliott!” Dammit! Why can’t he hear me? I ran and grabbed the bench from to foot of our bed, pushed it to the bathroom door, and stood on it. I reached up and grabbed the key from the door frame and finally i opened the door. “Oh my God!, DeMario!” I cried out. “No, no, no, no, no!” I cried. I’m panicking! I turned off the water. He was passed out, fully clothed, and he was barely breathing. “Baby what did you do?!” I asked as i turned him over and opened his shirt. “Phone! i need my phone!” I ran back into the bedroom and grabbed it off of the nightstand. I called 911.
“911 my name’s April what’s your emergency?” she said
“Hello! I-I I’m Regina Elliott and my husband’s passed out!”
“Can you explain what happened Mrs Elliott?”
“I walked into the bathroom, and my husband is passed out in the shower fully clothed!”
“What’s his name Mrs. Elliott?”
“Chauncey Elliott! Please send an ambulance!”
“What’s your address?”
“2832 Old Ryder Blvd! Please hurry, he’s barely breathing!”
“Yes ma’am, the paramedics are 3 minutes away. Can you feel a pulse?”
I carefully placed two fingers on his neck. “Yes, it’s strong!”
“Great! Any signs of of distress or self inflicted injuries?”
I scrambled around the bathroom, looking for any evidence. “Yes, there’s an empty pill bottle on the sink! Oh God no!”
“Ok ma'am, whats listed on the label?”
“Um, oxy- oxycodone 30mg! DeMario why baby?!” i was so distraught and panicky.
“Ok, I’ll need for you to attempt to get him to vomit. Can you stick your fingers down his throat and wiggle them until he vomits?” she asked.
“Yes I can. Come on baby! please!”
I vigorously massaged the back of his throat praying for a miracle. After what felt like forever, he vomited what looked like 30 pills and began coughing.
“He’s awake! He threw up a bunch of pills! Praise God!” I cried.
“Excellent! have him drink water until help arrives.” April instructed.
“Ok, thank you so much!” I said.
“Yes ma'am.”
“DeMario, what happened baby?” I asked him while holding his head in my lap. Tears streamed down my caramel face as I kissed his forehead. “Baby, why didn’t you let me die?” he asked in a disappointed tone. I just sat in silence. “Come on, lets get up. let me get you some water.” I hurried downstairs, covered in vomit and tears. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottled water as the doorbell rang. “finally!” I thought. I opened the French doors. “Mrs. Elliott?” asked one of the EMTs. “Yes, he’s upstairs. Follow me.” I said as I motioned them to come inside. DeMario was sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands. “Babe. Drink this.” I instructed as i handed the water bottle to him.“You should’ve just let me die.” he repeated once more before opening and taking a sip.
His eyes never left mine. He has a certain look he does but only if we had a really bad argument, which was very rare. This was a different look. i didn’t recognize it. “OK Mr. Elliot, let’s check your vitals. Open wide for me.” What happened to us DeMario? What’s going on in your head baby? I thought. I thought we were so happy. He takes care of me and I take care of him as well. I’m a housewife so my work is never done, but he never said anything out of the ordinary. My body felt so numb, almost like I wasn’t really there. Kind of like a nightmare that you can’t wake up from. He has never looked at me so cold before. Just when you think you know who you’re sleeping next to. Happy Anniversary to you too DeMario.
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