OLIVIA
I did not remember how I got into the ambulance neither did I remember the ride.
I did not remember what I said to the paramedics or how many times I repeated Enrique's name, or how tightly I held his blood-soaked hand as they wheeled him inside.
All I remember is the screaming inside my head.
Everything after the gunshot was a blur but the way his eyes had started to roll back stayed with me… the way his lips had parted like he wanted to say something to me.
We were in the hospital, and they were shouting numbers I did not understand, wheeling his stretcher down a hallway. I was following, my legs moving on their own, mind completely disconnected from my body.
"You need to wait here and…"
"No, I am going in with him" I whirled at the nurse who had stopped me, my eyes half crazed
"Ma'am, listen…" she tried again. "Are you his next of kin?"
My throat was dry. "What?"
"We need someone to sign his admittance form and approve emergency surgery. Who are you to him?"
