My one last wish.

             I wish I could talk to him one last time, to tell him the thing that I was dying to tell him  at our anniversary dinner. He was my life.. My love.
                             David.
“He went without pain and he went sudden.” The doctor said. He wasn't there!! He wasn't there David was in pain.. when he was in pain!  
I was laying there holding his hand, staring at the ceiling, in excitement of telling him tonight. A wheezing sound accord next to me. It was David. I looked at his face, maybe he is just having a nightmare I thought. I just focused on his features, I saw sweat formed on his forehead sliding down to his cheek and eventually slid off his face.  The wheezing became more profound, and pain appeared. His noes wrinkled, his eyes squeezed shut.
I thought maybe he will wake up soon, and notice me staring and gives me that cute grin to tell me that he was alright. I gave it 5 more minutes, It didn't stop it got worse.
“David..” I whispered in his ear, softly nudging him. He still laded there, wheezing. I nudged him harder. No response. I started to worry, he should of woken up.. He's such a light sleeper even a mouse running across the floor would of waken him up.
I looked at the clock that was hanging up above the door. It struck 1:00 a.m.
In ten minutes, I'll get a cup of cold water.. Even  though I didn't want to, it's rude when people do that.  But it's just to wake him up. It's his fault.. He's scaring me.
                       -1:12 A.M.-
I went and got the cup of water, from our bath room to the right my side of the bed. I slowly dumped it on him, he didn’t even flinched.  I started to panic! I started shaking him. I looked to the clock, 1:14. I looked back to him, still having pain show on his face. Red liquid was making its way down his cheek.  I wiped it away, It was blood. Blood coming from his Tear ducts, nose, and mouth.
He wasn't having a nightmare... I took the phone from the nightstand, dialed 911, answered all their questions and took their advice.
Finally they were on their way, I sat there holding his hand praying that he will be okay.. it only felt like it was two minutes that has gone by, but I saw flashing lights of the ambulance and running foot steps stomping up our grand stairs.  Rushing to the bed room, they crowded around my husband securing him to the gurney, caring him down to the car that was carrying my husband to his death bed. I followed them down out side. I wrapped my robe around me. The sirens whelming my ears, the men shouting back to each other, people whispering to each other,  and myself sobbing.
“Miss? Miss? Are you coming with us? Miss?”
“Rob! Just help her in! Of course she is coming with us!”
Rob, a stranger that had my husbands life in his hands, helped me in to this coffin, people call an ambulance.
We arrived at the hospital around 1:56, they rushed him in to the E.R while nurses sat me down in the waiting room to have me paste back and forth. Forty-five minutes of waiting, panicking. The  head doctor came out, he took off his gloves then mask. I was trying to figure out his facial figure, if it was good news or bad. He reached me, and asked if I could sit down. That moment I knew it was bad news, I sat down.
“David had an internal bleeding for the past day. He had an eruption in his heart and several of his intestines. The eruption in his heart a cured during the night while he was sleeping. We tried to fix it up as much as we could, but there was to much internal bleeding. He was gone before we could even open him up. He died at 2:37 A.M. I am so sorry for your lost, if you would like you could come in and say some last words.” The doctor had told me. I agreed and followed him in where my dead husbands body laid on the ice cold operating table. His head was the only thing that wasn't cover up by the operated sheet. There was dried up blood on his face.
Suddenly I felt my knees weaken, I fell right be side him crying. “You were just fine that day!! Why'd you leave me!!” I found the energy to yell. “how could you leave us..” I sobbed. I found the will to stand back up, and grabbed his hand for the last time. I felt a warm sensation on my shoulder, I knew it was him saying it was  going to be alright. He knew that I was strong and that he will see me soon but not to soon. I needed to help our child survive this cruel world.
I put his hand on my stomach were our unborn child was laying inside me.
“Happy anniversary...” I kissed his cold, clammy head, and put his hand on his stomach. I walked out side the room, looking in for the last time. “Good-bye my love.” I said as I shut the door, leaving my husband for ever.
I wish I was having this horrible nightmare! But don't we all wish that? David died at 2:37 A.M on June 13. I wish I could of told him about our unborn child right when I knew.  It would of changed our lives.

                                   The End