"Bridgette, please!" Duncan pleaded to take over.
"NO!" She pushed him away, "You killed my best friend!"
"I didn't mean for it to go this far!!!" bởi now, tears began streaming down Duncan's cheeks.
"If bạn didn't mean it, bạn wouldn't have done it!" Bridgette started crying.
"She's MY girlfriend, let me take over!"
Bridgette shrugged, having no other option. Duncan kneeled down and picked Courtney up. He took her hand and kissed her forehead. "Baby, please, please stay with me. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far, and bạn gotta stay with me. Don't leave me here." Duncan started crying, and Bridgette was surprised that such a rock like Duncan was actually crying.
Duncan sniffed. "I tình yêu how, sweet and uptight bạn are. I tình yêu your, laugh, and your perks...and I want bạn to know I tình yêu bạn thêm than anything." A tear beaded off his nose and onto Courtney's arm. "Please don't leave me here." Duncan whispered before burying his face into her neck, and crying. Nothing else really seemed to matter for him. He was truly sorry he had even suggested such a thing to fight his weak and defenseless girlfriend, and he wished desperately that he could take it all back. The EMS had already arrived, but Duncan just wanted one last moment with his girlfriend. He finally pulled away and smiled weakly. He let the EMS put her on a stretcher and load her up into an xe cứu thương outside the arena. Duncan wiped his eyes on his arm an waved his final goodbye. He knew Courtney was in good hands with the EMS, but he already knew she was in the hands of the Lord.
Bridgette buried her face into Duncan's shoulder and they both cried for their loss, together.
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Duncan's life was crap after the incident. Anytime he would go to the bờ biển, bãi biển hoặc for a walk in the woods, and he would see somebody he knew from camp, they'd just stare at him in anger. How could bạn kill her?! he pictured them saying. They đã đưa ý kiến nothing, and just stared as he walked on by.
Finally, on a Friday afternoon six months later, Duncan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. in his room. There was a knock at his bedroom door to Shave And A Haircut. "Go away!!!" Duncan buried his face into his pillow.
"It's Bridgette." a voice đã đưa ý kiến from the door.
"Oh," Duncan sat a little up and smiled a bit. "GO AWAY!!!" he buried his face back into his pillow.
"Duncan, it's about Courtney. OPEN UP!!!!"
Duncan darted off his bed, and opened the door. Bridgette handed him a folded paper.
"What's this?" Duncan asked.
"Directions to the hospital Courtney's at." Bridge smiled widely.
Duncan suddely smiled and hugged Bridgette tightly. "Thank you." he whispered before pulling away. "OK, I gotta go see her!" He darted out of his room and downstairs.
Duncan, being 17, was finally allowed to have a motorcycle, although his dad still didn't approve. Screw him, Duncan would say. He would spit at his father's dissapproving words.
He started up his motorcycle, and with the paper, he left.
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Back at the hospital, Duncan found Courtney's hospital room, and as soon as he walked in, he dropped his stuff and ran to her side.
She was in a hospital quần áo, áo choàng on a bed, an IV tube coming out of her arm, a taped set of two tubes leading from her nose; she had a small tube coming out of her neck, filled with red liquid, and Duncan realized it was a blood transfusion.
"Oh, man." He moaned and felt her forehead. He saw that she had some surgery on her chest and legs, probably from broken Bones hoặc at least deep fractures. He pushed her hair out of her face and smiled weakly. Bridgette had đã đưa ý kiến she had a remarkable recovery; slow, but miraculous.
Duncan took her hand, and suddenly she flatlined.
"Oh no!" he yelled softly. "Baby, stay with me! Please, don't leave here! You're everything I've ever wanted and I'm not about to give bạn up to the Lord! Please, be strong! bạn HAVE to stay with me!"
Miraculously, thanks to her boyfriend's reassuring words, Courtney's pulse regulated again.
Duncan gasped. "If she can hear me," he đã đưa ý kiến to himself, "then she can perform for me." He gently took her hand in his. "Courtney, if bạn can hear me, squeeze my hand."
It felt like an eternity to him as he stared at her hand in his. She remained still, and he was beginning to give up hope. Then, her hand gently flexed tightly around his. Duncan gasped, and smiled. "If bạn forgive me, squeeze my hand."
And again, she did as requested. Duncan felt like dancing.
Finally, he got close to her. "Courtney, if bạn tình yêu me and want to grow old with me, open your eyes and say my name."
Again, it seemed like an eternity. He just stood there looking at her closed eyes. Nothing happened. phút passed, and Duncan fared that she didn't tình yêu him like he did. Then the unmistakeable happened. Courtney's eyes gently fluttered open.
"Duncan."
Duncan was ecstatic. He leaned on her for a hug, because he knew moving her would cause her thêm pain. "You tình yêu me." He cried into her neck.
"I do." She đã đưa ý kiến as if it were their wedding day. She hugged him tightly.
Little did Duncan know, that wasn't the real Courtney.
Courtney dug into her quần áo, áo choàng pocket, and pulled out a tranquilizer dart. Smiling devilishly, she clicked it and stabbed it into Duncan's back.
His eyes widened, and he slipped to the floor, unconcious. Courtney sat up and began to laugh wickedly. "Sucker."
She flexed her right hand and Courntney's body melted away into the woman's real body. She stood up and looked at Duncan on the floor. "Idiot." She flipped her hair and walked out.
"NO!" She pushed him away, "You killed my best friend!"
"I didn't mean for it to go this far!!!" bởi now, tears began streaming down Duncan's cheeks.
"If bạn didn't mean it, bạn wouldn't have done it!" Bridgette started crying.
"She's MY girlfriend, let me take over!"
Bridgette shrugged, having no other option. Duncan kneeled down and picked Courtney up. He took her hand and kissed her forehead. "Baby, please, please stay with me. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far, and bạn gotta stay with me. Don't leave me here." Duncan started crying, and Bridgette was surprised that such a rock like Duncan was actually crying.
Duncan sniffed. "I tình yêu how, sweet and uptight bạn are. I tình yêu your, laugh, and your perks...and I want bạn to know I tình yêu bạn thêm than anything." A tear beaded off his nose and onto Courtney's arm. "Please don't leave me here." Duncan whispered before burying his face into her neck, and crying. Nothing else really seemed to matter for him. He was truly sorry he had even suggested such a thing to fight his weak and defenseless girlfriend, and he wished desperately that he could take it all back. The EMS had already arrived, but Duncan just wanted one last moment with his girlfriend. He finally pulled away and smiled weakly. He let the EMS put her on a stretcher and load her up into an xe cứu thương outside the arena. Duncan wiped his eyes on his arm an waved his final goodbye. He knew Courtney was in good hands with the EMS, but he already knew she was in the hands of the Lord.
Bridgette buried her face into Duncan's shoulder and they both cried for their loss, together.
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Duncan's life was crap after the incident. Anytime he would go to the bờ biển, bãi biển hoặc for a walk in the woods, and he would see somebody he knew from camp, they'd just stare at him in anger. How could bạn kill her?! he pictured them saying. They đã đưa ý kiến nothing, and just stared as he walked on by.
Finally, on a Friday afternoon six months later, Duncan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. in his room. There was a knock at his bedroom door to Shave And A Haircut. "Go away!!!" Duncan buried his face into his pillow.
"It's Bridgette." a voice đã đưa ý kiến from the door.
"Oh," Duncan sat a little up and smiled a bit. "GO AWAY!!!" he buried his face back into his pillow.
"Duncan, it's about Courtney. OPEN UP!!!!"
Duncan darted off his bed, and opened the door. Bridgette handed him a folded paper.
"What's this?" Duncan asked.
"Directions to the hospital Courtney's at." Bridge smiled widely.
Duncan suddely smiled and hugged Bridgette tightly. "Thank you." he whispered before pulling away. "OK, I gotta go see her!" He darted out of his room and downstairs.
Duncan, being 17, was finally allowed to have a motorcycle, although his dad still didn't approve. Screw him, Duncan would say. He would spit at his father's dissapproving words.
He started up his motorcycle, and with the paper, he left.
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Back at the hospital, Duncan found Courtney's hospital room, and as soon as he walked in, he dropped his stuff and ran to her side.
She was in a hospital quần áo, áo choàng on a bed, an IV tube coming out of her arm, a taped set of two tubes leading from her nose; she had a small tube coming out of her neck, filled with red liquid, and Duncan realized it was a blood transfusion.
"Oh, man." He moaned and felt her forehead. He saw that she had some surgery on her chest and legs, probably from broken Bones hoặc at least deep fractures. He pushed her hair out of her face and smiled weakly. Bridgette had đã đưa ý kiến she had a remarkable recovery; slow, but miraculous.
Duncan took her hand, and suddenly she flatlined.
"Oh no!" he yelled softly. "Baby, stay with me! Please, don't leave here! You're everything I've ever wanted and I'm not about to give bạn up to the Lord! Please, be strong! bạn HAVE to stay with me!"
Miraculously, thanks to her boyfriend's reassuring words, Courtney's pulse regulated again.
Duncan gasped. "If she can hear me," he đã đưa ý kiến to himself, "then she can perform for me." He gently took her hand in his. "Courtney, if bạn can hear me, squeeze my hand."
It felt like an eternity to him as he stared at her hand in his. She remained still, and he was beginning to give up hope. Then, her hand gently flexed tightly around his. Duncan gasped, and smiled. "If bạn forgive me, squeeze my hand."
And again, she did as requested. Duncan felt like dancing.
Finally, he got close to her. "Courtney, if bạn tình yêu me and want to grow old with me, open your eyes and say my name."
Again, it seemed like an eternity. He just stood there looking at her closed eyes. Nothing happened. phút passed, and Duncan fared that she didn't tình yêu him like he did. Then the unmistakeable happened. Courtney's eyes gently fluttered open.
"Duncan."
Duncan was ecstatic. He leaned on her for a hug, because he knew moving her would cause her thêm pain. "You tình yêu me." He cried into her neck.
"I do." She đã đưa ý kiến as if it were their wedding day. She hugged him tightly.
Little did Duncan know, that wasn't the real Courtney.
Courtney dug into her quần áo, áo choàng pocket, and pulled out a tranquilizer dart. Smiling devilishly, she clicked it and stabbed it into Duncan's back.
His eyes widened, and he slipped to the floor, unconcious. Courtney sat up and began to laugh wickedly. "Sucker."
She flexed her right hand and Courntney's body melted away into the woman's real body. She stood up and looked at Duncan on the floor. "Idiot." She flipped her hair and walked out.